Chapter 88: Unfortunately, this lord doesn’t care about face at all! (1/2)

Chapter 88: Unfortunately, this lord doesn’t care about face at all!

“Would Senior please enlighten me on the path to survival.” Altar Master mustered his courage and beseeched.

“Receive one attack from this lord. It goes without saying that this lord won’t use full power. As long as you can survive one of this lord’s attack and live, this lord will give you a path to survival.” Song Shuhang stretched out one finger as he spoke.

When something like shame reaches its critical point, it would completely break apart, just like worldviews, values, and view of life.

After repeating the words this lord over and over, Shuhang no longer felt so ashamed, he began to get used to saying it.

Altar Master’s pale face had a dark expression. One attack from a mysterious senior, even if he doesn’t use his full strength, he can take half my life away just by casually throwing the flying sword!

However, he had no right to choose.

He may die from receiving one attack, but he still had a glimmer of hope.

If he doesn’t accept the senior’s conditions, then the senior just needed to send out his flying sword, and his head would be cut off in seconds.

Besides… he also had his own trump card. As a ghost cultivator of the evil path, He had a strange method of preserving his life, perhaps it could use ‘death’ in exchange for bearing the senior’s attack once.

Thinking up to this point, the Altar Master clenched his teeth and said, “Senior, do you mean what you say?”

“This lord is someone who has a head and face(reputation) in the world of cultivation, how could I lie to a junior like you.” Song Shuhang’s voice was cold, he continued looking at Altar Master with disdain like he was looking at an ant.

He had head and face, Shuhang wasn’t lying. Because, all normal people would have a head and a face. Could it be that you don’t have a head and face?

“Senior, please show mercy.” Altar Master forced a smile. His forced smile could make others feel the same bitterness even if a thousand miles separated them.

Secretly, the Altar Master had a pure ghost break its seal and stealthily protect the Altar Master’s body.

A pure ghost is one that doesn’t have anger in it’s soul, so it isn’t afraid of ordinary exorcism spells.

Of course, it wasn’t easy for this type of pure ghost to be born. Ghosts themselves are things born of grudges. A pure ghost has to be a good person down to the bone who had died from injustice. However, this person has to be such a rottenly good person that they completely didn’t mind the injustice. Only then would they have a chance to become a pure ghost.

“Then take a single blow from this lord!” Song Shuhang had an indifferent expression. With a twist of his fingers, a talisman appeared at his fingertips.

It was the ‘Sword Talisman’ that the Seven Lives Talisman Master had given him. This talisman was an offensive one. To use it, one only had to activate the talisman and gently say the word ‘sword’. Once it was used, it could manifest a sword blow on the level of a Third Stage – Houtian Battle Emperor that could easily split mountains. A normal second stage true master cultivator without any special measures for defence would be severely injured, if not dead with one blow.

Upon seeing that talisman, Altar Master nearly grinded his teeth into dust secretly…… As a low grade loose cultivator, he hated these kinds of rich tyrants who tossed out talismans like they were nothing.

“Prepare yourself, junior. Pray for luck.” Song Shuhang pinched the talisman in an imposing manner. He could hardly hold back the excitement in his heart: “Sword!”

An indistinct, illusory figure appeared behind Song Shuhang.

That figure used his fingers in place of a sword and made a slas.h.i.+ng motion at Altar Master.

Resplendent light burst forth from the Sword Talisman. Nothing else could be seen in the train cabin when the light shone, as if there was only the light from the blade left in this entire world!

That light from the sword was an exquisite sword technique!

In an instant, Altar Master, who had been locked on by the sword’s light, felt that his body was trapped and that he couldn’t move.

It was silly to hope that he could dodge. He could only stand dumbly on the spot and watch as that slash met his body!

Humiliation? Hate? Fear?

Multiple emotions rolled around in Altar Master’s heart, mixing together into an unspeakable feeling.

The sword’s light reached his body, but only made a soft ‘bzzt’ sound as it made contact.

However, Altar Master’s body was easily cut into half just like tofu. His body fell to the floor with a bang.

Yet there was not a trace of flesh blood on the wound……

The Caucasian monk’s mouth was wide open. It ended just like that? A scary and powerful 2nd Stage – True Master cultivator just died like that?

Silence reigned in the train cabin.

However, Song Shuhang didn’t relax his guard at all. He held onto a ‘Armor Talisman’ in his left hand, while his other hand held on to two ‘Sword Talisman’s, as he stared at Altar Master’s body on the floor.

The enemy is a cultivator who had activity in J City fifty to sixty years ago, as long as he isn’t too poor, he should at least have one or two items to protect his life.