My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 156 - 119: Storm, Tokyo, Bloody Auction (Part 4)_4

"I’m not deaf." The Bloodline said casually.

She perked up her ears to listen to the rumbling sound from underground, and casually tossed the long sword in her hand upwards.

In mid-air, the sword made of blood gently spun two or three times, then suddenly accelerated countless times, piercing into the ground like an arrow.

In the next moment, the Red-eyed Crocodile, who had just burst from the underground trying to launch a surprise attack from behind the Bloodline, suddenly felt darkness before his eyes, heard a "thump," and his entire brain buzzed in shock.

When he came to his senses, he discovered that his head, along with his entire body, had been completely skewered by the five-meter Blood Sword, like roasted meat on a skewer.

The Red-eyed Crocodile’s body slid into the pit, slowly losing all movement.

With this, all one hundred bodyguards in the auction house were wiped out.

The Bloodline stood poised, unmoving in place, her red skirt billowing like the sky at dusk, and her golden hair gently undulating like waves.

"Have you prepared any other toys?"

She spoke as she tugged at her lips, lifting her crimson eyes to look forward.

At this moment, less than 10 seconds had passed since the Brigade’s four appeared, and only a few shadows remained on the vast auction house, all clustered near the entrance.

They were Sakurabu, Fuyuyama Nobunaga, Ke Qirui, and Su Zimai.

Ke Qirui’s face was calm, directly meeting the provoking gaze of the Bloodline.

Su Zimai stood dumbfounded in place. Faced with the overwhelming smell of blood, her face was astonished, and her feet immobile.

Sakurabu and Fuyuyama Nobunaga both looked pale, filled with fear and anger, their hands trembling slightly. They had known the Brigade was strong, but seeing it firsthand, revealed the monster they were.

Ke Qirui slightly lowered the brim of her Rustic Hat, speaking calmly: "Miss Sakurabu, Mr. Nobunaga, you’ve seen it too. I think it’s unwise to fight them; we should go to the Mirror World first..."

Yet before Ke Qirui could finish speaking, Sakurabu and Fuyuyama Nobunaga were already rushing forward.

Sakurabu’s face was extremely cold, shouting as she swung her long sword, thousands of petals swept forward.

Ayase Origami descended from the auction podium, with countless paper butterflies around her suddenly merging into a lifelike dragon.

The ten-meter long Paper Dragon merely waved its paper wings once, dispersing the petals swept by Sakurabu. Then, the Paper Dragon vigorously flapped its wings, crouching as it surged forward.

In an instant, the Paper Dragon was already behind Sakurabu, pulling off her head, biting it between its teeth, then slowly turned and tore her body with its paper wings.

On the other side, Fuyuyama Nobunaga infused his katana with flowing water, which slowly shaped into a dragon form in mid-air, as he roared and charged at the Bloodline.

The Bloodline shrugged her shoulders, blood gushing from her right-hand nails forming a spear in mid-air.

She lifted the blood-red spear, spinning her arm backward to gain momentum, then threw it towards Fuyuyama Nobunaga.

"Boom——!" A tearing roar echoed through the air.

In an instant, the blood-colored spear pierced through the frenzied dragon formed by water, simultaneously piercing Fuyuyama Nobunaga’s chest, skewering him onto the spear.

The blood-forged spear crossed half the auction house’s distance with Nobunaga’s body, piercing countless pillars before finally embedding itself in the entrance’s wall.

The landing point of the blood spear was only three meters away from Ke Qirui, the enormous wind pressure lifting her hat brim.

Looking at this, Ke Qirui’s expression remained calm.

She reached out, touching Su Zimai’s head, speaking gently: "Japanese people just don’t understand human words... Their strong pride, all they know is to sacrifice for the greater good, refusing to retreat; isn’t that just like committing seppuku?"

Beside her, Su Zimai was as pale as paper, like a statue frozen in place.

Since becoming an Exorcist, she had never seen a scene like this before.

Just seconds earlier, there were still over a hundred people in the auction house, which felt somewhat reassuring, but within seconds, they were mercilessly slaughtered by the enemy.

The methods of the White Crow Travel Brigade felt like ruthless butchers in a slaughterhouse, as if treating people as slabs of pork, each strike efficient and seamless, giving the impression they were thinking—"After slaughtering these pigs, what should we do when we get off work?".

"Sanyan and Lin Zhengquan said they’re here now."

Ke Qirui glanced at her phone, breaking the silence that enveloped the auction house.

Then slowly took off the Rustic Hat on her head and placed it atop Su Zimai’s head. She said:

"Though I know saying this is unethical, it’s actually easier for us when everyone is dead."

Just as her voice fell, Xu Sanyan and Lin Zhengquan rushed in from the corridor outside the auction house.

Lin Zhengquan, looking at the bloody scene within the auction house, couldn’t help but frown.

He said softly: "Sorry, we’re late. Ran into a ninja in the corridor and had a standoff for a while."

A ninja, is it Oda Takashige from the Brigade? Thinking of this, Ke Qirui casually asked: "How did that ninja end up?"

Xu Sanyan replied expressionlessly: "The ninja has temporarily retreated; his target seemed to be just killing the other bodyguards in the corridor, not intending to fight us to the end."

Speaking of which, he glanced at the pile of corpses in the auction house, jokingly quipped: "Leader, you’re really bad... purposely waiting until all the bodyguards are dead before taking action?"

"No... just that waking up the ’Train Demon’ and ’Movie Demon’ takes some time, they both hate rainy days."

Ke Qirui said calmly, reaching for her coat pocket, taking out the Retro-style One-Sided Mirror, and gently placing it over her left eye.

Xu Sanyan removed the cigarette from his mouth, extinguished it with his fingers, and then said lightly:

"That’s why I said your Celestial Driver is weird, supposedly directly ’sealing and controlling demons,’ yet has to consider the demons’ mood; isn’t that contradictory?"

"Xu Sanyan, let’s not talk nonsense at a time like this." Lin Zhengquan sighed, "This group is not to be trifled with."

"Maimai, can you still move?"

Ke Qirui gently asked, glancing at Su Zimai, raising her hand to touch the Rustic Hat she had placed atop her head.

Su Zimai paused for a moment, her lips barely moving: "Yes... I can move."

"That’s good... watch closely, this will be the first time you’ll see us in earnest since joining the Ghost Train Corps."

Ke Qirui said calmly, retracting her gaze from her face, and looking at the Brigade’s four.

Su Zimai hesitated for a while, gently nodding.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the slight tremor in her right hand, watching the Brigade’s four slowly advance, motionless.

For some reason, she always felt that Xia Pingzhou’s gaze was fixed on her from start to finish, like a hungry wolf targeting its prey, sending a chill down her spine.

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