Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 77 You are the only one who calls me King General?
In the deep mountains of Osaka, illuminated by the moonlight, a dark figure, holding a long knife with a milky white glimmer in his hand, slowly climbed up the winding mountain road.

Around him, one luxury car after another kept passing by the young man. Their ultimate goal was the "Bliss Fengdu" in the mountains.

Even the wild weeds growing around seemed to be spreading crazily on both sides of the road in order to welcome today's guests.

The young man stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at the brightly lit lights below. The splendid venue resembled the Kingdom of Wealth in a fairy tale. There was no trace of ripples in his brown pupils.

There is only inhuman indifference.

"Sa..."

A breeze slowly passed through the mountains, and the young man surged in the air like waves, disappearing like a mirror in the water and the moon in the water.

The next second, his figure appeared in front of this luxuriously decorated and luxurious cave in the mountains.

Long Kui carried the white ancient sword and slowly walked across the arch bridge of the small bridge and flowing water. He instantly attracted the attention of the thick and open-minded men in black who were wandering around the house.

"Sorry, guest, weapons are not allowed in the Paradise Hall."

A man in a black suit, with his arms exposed and the handle of a gun at his waist, blocked his way and spoke mechanically without a trace of emotion.

Long Kui said nothing, ignored the other party's "well-intentioned persuasion", and still walked forward silently. The moment he passed the man in black, a piece of cherry blossom petals floating down from the stream fell on his shoulder.

"Kid, didn't you hear what I said?"

The moment Long Kui approached the bronze door with grand ukiyo-e carvings, a big hand pressed heavily on his shoulder!
The pink cherry blossoms fell sadly like residual rain, and the man in black was like the fangs of a red ghost, biting Long Kui's way forward.

His eyes sternly glanced at the opponent's back, and the black gun in his hand was quietly loaded, with the muzzle pointed directly at the back of the boy's head in front of him.

The originally cheerful atmosphere in the air suddenly froze, and everyone's eyes turned to the two people confronting each other at the door.

The men in black who were hanging around the casino slowly came over from all around, pressing the handle of the gun at their waist with one hand, and their whole bodies were in a state of being ready to move.

They were waiting for the ignorant young man in front of him to make the next move, so that they would have a reason to shoot him into a hornet's nest.

The men in black have this confidence. The green and black ferocious tattoos spreading outward from their wrists indirectly illustrate their identities.

Fierce ghosts.

When most people encounter this kind of situation, they would have already raised their hands in the air and knelt down in a cold sweat to beg for mercy.

But Long Kui just raised his eyes slightly, gently held the vise-like wrist on his shoulder, and then slowly raised it with a calm expression.

"Next time you photograph someone from behind, remember to go to the hospital in advance to order a prosthetic leg."

"Crack!"

The moment the words fell, a crisp sound of broken bones clearly rang in everyone's minds.

The next second, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly erupted tragically in front of the bronze door.

I saw the man in black, who was still fierce, covering his wrist that had been crushed to pieces, and kneeling on the ground in agony.

Scarlet blood and snow-white bone fragments were instantly scattered on the ground!
"Wow--"

The surrounding black-clad crowd gathered in an instant, pulled out the firearms from their waists, pointed the muzzles at the indifferent young man in the center, and were about to pull the trigger that meant death.

But, obviously... someone is faster than them!

Dozens of sharp piercing sounds sounded in an instant, and a bright silver light was projected directly from Long Kui's hand that waved the afterimage.

The next moment, the incomparable silver light was like a trail of meteors falling from the sky, gorgeously passing over all the men in black surrounding him. "Bala——"

The pouring blood, accompanied by the broken arms and limbs flying all over the sky, formed the most gorgeous violent aesthetics in front of that thick bronze door!

The crowd in black, who had been filled with evil spirits a moment ago, suddenly became full of mourning. Everyone was writhing in pain, and next to them, gorgeous silver flying knives dazzled in the cold moonlight.

Long Kui didn't even glance at the violent scene of debris on the ground, and walked slowly to the huge bronze door.

Looking at the carved "Picture of the Ghost King's Rebirth" on it, I slowly raised one foot in front of this gate with great artistic skills.

Then, he kicked down suddenly!
"boom!"

There was a loud explosion, and the two doors, which were thick enough to withstand high explosives, seemed to be made of foam, and they flew straight out like two cannonballs that rushed out of the rifling!

Since we are here to cause trouble, we might as well be violent.

From this moment on, Long Kui seemed to have regained the feeling of going on a mission in the guild.

Just when he was about to walk into the Paradise Pavilion with his blood gradually heating up, his nose moved slightly, as if he smelled a scent like camellia.

After a moment, a red mandala quietly bloomed in front of Long Kui.

A gentle woman in a red kimono knelt in front of the empty gate with a smile as bright as a flower:
"I am Sakurai Kogure, the manager of this humble residence. I welcome this distinguished guest from afar."

"I'm not here to find you." Long Kui walked coldly towards the extravagant light, his eyes not stopping even for a moment as he passed the woman who was known as the most enchanting woman in Japan.

"Indeed, for a dragon among men like you, how can we ordinary flowers enter your eyes." Sakurai Kogure leaned over and smiled, and suddenly giggled.

Laughing quiveringly.

"It's better to invite our 'head of the family'." She said with a smile.

The next second, Bliss Feng, who was still in a fairyland, was instantly shrouded in darkness, and everything seemed to fall into a desperate silence.

"Bang...da!"

A sudden bang sounded, and Kuro Haori's kimono hung indifferently on the dark ground.

The lights lit up little by little, and an old man who looked lifeless slowly walked out of the boundless darkness with his hunched body.

There is a pale and miserable mask on his face, and the iron-black teeth are like evil ghosts, greedily and violently licking the bones of the living, as if this mask of the prince, which represents violence and authority, was his face from birth.

Long Kui raised his eyes in the darkness, his brown pupils looked at the old man Gongqing who was walking out slowly in front of him, and asked softly:
"Are you the 'King General'?"

After hearing his voice, the old man Gongqing had an ugly smile on his face:

"Young girl is right, you are indeed a giant dragon..."

Then the old man looked at Long Kui with greedy eyes, like a prey being stared at by a python, unable to spit out any residue after swallowing it. White turbid gas was slowly spit out from the black fangs of the strange mask:
"What a wonderful piece of art, it's so natural..."

Before the last word was uttered, a black afterimage instantly appeared above him, and then a powerful knee strike suddenly came down from mid-air, hitting him like a ghost. The terrifying face!
"Oh!"

The old Gongqing's face was suddenly hit with blood, and the black mask spattered with the flesh and blood underneath, and his whole body fell to the ground without any resistance.

Long Kui looked at the unrecognizable general under his iron knees with an expressionless face, and slowly exhaled a cold air from his mouth:
"So much nonsense."

(End of this chapter)