53: Chapter 53 Killing and burning internal organs is like killing a chicken

Inside the camp, the lights were brightly lit.

Several bonfires burned in the central clearing, with dozens of pirates sitting around, drinking from large bowls and eating large chunks of meat, shouting, laughing, and cursing in a deafening clamor.

Further away, the sound of women weeping and men's lewd laughter drifted from several wooden huts.

Jiang Hanzhou moved slowly along the walls of the wooden huts like a shadow.

His gaze swept over the pirates in the clearing.

Their blood-qi fluctuations were weak; most were in the Qi Nurturing Realm, while a few minor leaders had reached the Iron Bone Realm.

"Start from the perimeter first."

He stood still and took a deep breath.

His abdomen sank, his chest expanded, and the muscles and bones in his throat vibrated slightly.

The next moment—

"Roar—!!!"

A low, powerful tiger's roar, as if coming from the depths of the primordial wilderness, suddenly exploded!

This time, Jiang Hanzhou controlled the range and power.

The tiger roar sound waves spread out in a fan shape, precisely covering the dozens of pirates in the central clearing!

*Buzz—!!!*

The air vibrated violently!

The bonfire flames were suddenly suppressed by the sound waves, sending sparks flying everywhere!

The smiles on the faces of those dozens of pirates instantly froze.

They felt as if their eardrums had been struck by a heavy hammer, their heads buzzed, their vision went dark, and their blood-qi surged uncontrollably!

*Pfft!* *Thud!* "Ah—"

The screams came to an abrupt halt.

Dozens of people collapsed together like wheat being mown down.

Bleeding from their seven facial orifices and with glazed eyes, they fainted on the spot. A few with weaker cultivation had already breathed their last.

The power of a single roar cleared the entire area.

"Who is it?!"

"Enemy attack!!"

Several sharp shouts of shock and anger erupted from the wooden huts.

*Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—*

Six figures burst through doors from different directions and landed in the clearing.

They were the second to seventh leaders of the Evil Ghost Bandits.

Luo Qi, Third Mother Hua, Zhao Blackie, Sun Ming, Ox Sturdy, and White Little Green.

The six of them looked at their subordinates lying on the ground, their fates unknown. Their expressions changed drastically as their gazes locked onto Jiang Hanzhou, who stood in the shadows.

"Who are you?!" Luo Qi shouted sharply, a pair of water-dividing thorns in his hands gleaming with a faint blue, cold light.

Jiang Hanzhou did not answer.

He simply walked slowly out of the shadows, the moonlight illuminating his unremarkable face and his eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

"Playing tricks!" Third Mother Hua barked. A cloud of pink poisonous mist flew from her sleeve, smelling sickly sweet. "Die for me!"

The poisonous mist swept toward him.

Jiang Hanzhou didn't stop, nor did he even raise his hand to block.

When the poisonous mist touched the area within three feet of him, it was as if it hit an invisible barrier, making a "sizzling" sound and quickly dissipating.

With his dao bone newly formed and his blood-qi being of the utmost yang and purity, he was immune to all poisons!

Third Mother Hua's pupils constricted: "Impossible!"

Before her voice could fade, Jiang Hanzhou was already in front of her.

He was as fast as if he had teleported!

He raised his right hand, fingers splayed, and lightly pressed a palm against her chest.

*Bang!*

Third Mother Hua felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her body flew backward, collapsing the wall of a wooden hut. She coughed up blood wildly, her chest caved in, and she was clearly not long for this world.

With one palm, he had killed a Middle Stage Viscera Burning Realm expert!

"Third Sister!" Luo Qi's eyes nearly split from rage. "Attack together!"

The remaining five were both shocked and furious, attacking simultaneously!

Zhao Blackie brandished a ghost head saber, its blade aura as black as ink, tearing through the air.

Sun Ming drew his bow and notched arrows; three poison-tipped arrows shot forth in a triangular formation.

Ox Sturdy roared, his entire body glowing with a bronze luster as he charged like a wild bull.

White Little Green's figure blurred, unexpectedly transforming into a mass of pale green mist that drifted unpredictably, attacking from the flank.

The five of them attacked in unison, sealing off all paths of retreat!

Jiang Hanzhou's eyes were indifferent.

His feet shifted slightly, and his figure flickered like a ghost, moving through the blade auras and rain of arrows as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

His left hand reached out, grabbing Zhao Blackie's wrist and giving it a gentle twist.

*Crack!*

The wrist bone shattered, and the ghost head saber fell from his grip.

His right hand caught the hilt and swung it upward in a backhand strike.

The blade light, like a bolt of silk, swept across Sun Ming's neck.

*Splurt—*

A head flew into the air, and blood sprayed.

Jiang Hanzhou didn't stop, kicking Ox Sturdy in the chest.

*Thump!*

It was like kicking a bronze gong, producing a dull, heavy sound.

Ox Sturdy's chest, which he claimed was made of "Copper Skin and Iron Bones," visibly caved in. He flew back over ten zhang, crashing through a large tree. After twitching twice on the ground, he moved no more.

By then, the green mist White Little Green had transformed into had drifted behind Jiang Hanzhou. A poison-tipped short sword emerged from the mist, stabbing toward his back.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Jiang Hanzhou didn't even turn around, swinging the saber backward in a reverse strike.

The blade edge sliced through the green mist.

*Chiii—*

A short, sharp scream came from within the mist.

The green mist dissipated rapidly, and White Little Green's figure appeared. A bloodline spread across her waist and abdomen. She looked down at her body, which was nearly severed in two, her eyes filled with resentment and fear as she slowly collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, four of the five were gone!

Only Luo Qi remained, his hands trembling as he held his water-dividing thorns.

He looked at the figure before him, who was like a demon god, at the corpses littering the ground, and at his brothers, with whom he had spent day and night, killed or wounded in an instant.

Fear, like a cold viper, coiled around his heart.

"You... just who are you?!" Luo Qi's voice was hoarse.

Jiang Hanzhou did not answer.

He simply carried the blood-stained ghost head saber and walked toward Luo Qi step by step.

His footsteps were light, yet they sounded like the drumbeats of the God of Death, pounding against Luo Qi's heart.

"I'll take you down with me!" Luo Qi roared, frantically circulating his blood-qi. His dual thorns struck out like venomous dragons emerging from the sea, stabbing toward Jiang Hanzhou's throat and heart.

Jiang Hanzhou raised his hand and struck down with the saber.

*Clang!*

The dual thorns snapped.

The blade edge continued downward, sweeping across Luo Qi's neck.

*Thud.*

The corpse fell to the ground, the head rolling over a zhang away, its face still frozen in a final, hideous expression.

Jiang Hanzhou flicked the blood off the saber and looked toward the main camp.

There, a violent aura was surging into the sky!

"Who dares to invade my Snake Island?!"

A roar like thunder sounded as a tall figure burst out of the main camp and landed in the clearing.

The newcomer was about forty years old, with a face full of flesh and a hideous, terrifying scar running from his temple to his chin.

He was bare-chested, his muscles knotted like iron blocks, and a green evil flood dragon was tattooed on his chest, its claws and fangs bared.

It was the first leader of the Evil Ghost Bandits, "Ghost-Faced Flood Dragon" Hai Tongtian!

Late Stage Viscera Burning Realm!

His gaze swept over the corpses on the ground. Seeing that his six brothers were all dead, a heaven-shaking rage and killing intent instantly erupted in his eyes!

"Good! Good! Good!" Hai Tongtian said "good" three times, his voice sounding like sandpaper rubbing together. "Killing my brothers, destroying my foundation... If I don't tear you into ten thousand pieces today, I, Hai Tongtian, am not a man!"

He clenched his fists, and his entire body's blood-qi exploded!

Black Protective Aura surged out like a tide, condensing into a three-zhang-long evil flood dragon phantom behind him, its claws and fangs bared with a towering, malevolent aura!

It was unexpectedly also the Evil Flood Dragon Wave Surfing Art! Moreover, his attainment was quite deep, as he had already condensed an evil flood dragon phantom!

Jiang Hanzhou's eyes flickered slightly.

Bai Tianxiao's diary had mentioned that after he was expelled from the Dragon Abyss Palace years ago, he drifted to Donghai Prefecture and once exchanged Cultivation Technique insights with a pirate leader...

It seemed it was this Hai Tongtian.