Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

Ghost King Yuyue is one of the most powerful evil ghosts under that ghost god.

Ordinary beasts will run away when encountering dangerous natural enemies. As humans with knowledge and wisdom, they can recognize the real terrifying things.

The middle-aged swordsman's body became stiff and his hair stood on end. The evil ghost sitting in the hall was more dangerous than any ghost in the inner city palace.

The middle-aged swordsman took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and then pulled out the sword from his waist.

"oh?"

The Ghost King overlooked the two people from a high place, and showed a playful expression when he saw the middle-aged swordsman's movements.

It did not stop the other party, but instead encouraged the middle-aged swordsman to implement his own ideas.

The middle-aged swordsman The swordsman walked towards Zhuo Yue, and there was about twenty steps between the two sides.

The middle-aged swordsman walked ten steps, then raised the sword in his hand and assumed a charging posture, but when the middle-aged swordsman stepped forward. The moment he started to move, there was a sound like thunder.

The moment he heard the sound, he felt the cool sound of wind on his skin.

The ghost king showed a arrogant smile and raised his arm towards the sword. The soldier's head was smashed, but a second thunder exploded in the hall, and the distance between the two thunders was only a millisecond. The arm that swung down hit the golden blade with lightning patterns.

He cut off his arm easily.

His expression froze, but he reacted instantly and retreated, but the sound of thunder followed closely, chasing his figure, and the wooden floor of the castle tower was covered. The plow left a mark.

The sound was followed by a huge whistling sound, and the squeezed air roared toward the room, making the middle-aged swordsman couldn't help but raise his arms to block the strong wind coming from the pavement. In time, Zhuo Yue's severed arm had completely recovered. As he retreated, he returned to his original position and retrieved his sword.

The black sword was unsheathed and collided with the golden blade in the hall. There was a clear and distant clang sound, but in fact this sound was caused by the collision of more than a dozen swords in an instant.

As the sound disappeared, two figures appeared again in the empty hall.

"Who do I think it is? It’s you, Zenitsu, my junior brother..."

There is only one person in the entire school who can use the Breath of Thunder to this extent. That is the current Mingzhu, my wife Shanyi.

Zhu Yue had a smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely sinister.

It has to be said that my wife Zenitsu’s sudden attack made him unable to react for a moment.

This junior brother at the end of the crane has actually reached such a level now, and has even become the 'pillar' that he once dreamed of.

This is unacceptable to Zhu Yue.

But immediately, he laughed again.

The pillars and so on, the Demon Slayers and so on, are now just bones in the grave.

There is only one absolute power in this world, and that is that adult.

Moreover, that adult's power was flowing through his body.

This kind of power is much stronger than unrealistic breathing techniques.

"It seems that you have grown a lot over the years."

Zhouyue said such words in a condescending manner.

Compared with the guy he once despised but was loved by the teacher, he still has complete superiority.

My wife Zenitsu slowly opened her mouth , a long breath came out of his mouth

"Yue Yue, shameful betrayer, let me ask you, do you have any regrets for your mistakes and sins over the years?"

"regret....?"

Hearing Agatsuma Zenitsu's words, Gyoku was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

His face was full of mockery:

"My wife Zenitsu, you are indeed an idiot. Even though you have become stronger, there is still no improvement in this aspect."

"mistake? Guilt? Do I have these things?"

"The so-called correctness is determined only by strength. As long as you have power, you must be right"

"If you regret it...No."

Hongyue opened his arms:

"I don't have any regrets at all, and I even feel extremely lucky that I met that adult and that I chose the right side. That’s why I didn’t die along with the idiots from the Demon Slayer Squad."

"You should be envious of me. Everything in this area belongs to me, and you Demon Slayers can only hide here and there, like bereaved dogs."

"That's it..."

If Yu Yue's mocking words had been spoken in the past, my wife Zenitsu would have been extremely angry, but at this moment he was extremely calm.

Zhuo Yue was still hopeless, and he confirmed this once again.

There was a huge explosion in the distance, and even the entire castle tower was shaking violently.

The Demon Slayer Squad's arrangements in the city have taken effect, and the explosives buried are enough to blow up some of the ghosts in the city.

"Get out of here before the chaos...Don't die here meaninglessly..."

My wife, Zenitsu, turned her back to the middle-aged swordsman who came with her and spoke.

The middle-aged swordsman looked at the tall figure in front of him and hesitated to speak. Then he made a decision, turned around and fled from the hall.

Yu Yue did not stop me, and the arrival of my wife Zenitsu had surpassed all the sideshows.

Even for the city and his own territory that had become a mess, Zhuo Yue didn't care at all, and just murmured softly:

"annoying bugs...It looks like another big bug-infested cleanup is about to take place."

Zhouyue's eyes were focused on my wife Shanyi again:

"Lord Wuhan has now achieved true perfection. He is not like a god, but a god himself."

"Ghosts are no longer the ghosts they used to be."

"Junior brother, God’s gift has given me some abilities, such as creating my own dependents."

Second-generation ghosts can give rise to third-generation ghosts. In today's world, the number of ghosts has surged. It is conservatively estimated that the total number has exceeded 100,000.

"However, I'm not keen on creating ghosts, here's why....Not everyone is qualified to receive my blood. Even if I'm just a slave, I don't need weak people"

"My wife Zenitsu, you are a waste, but considering our past relationship, I will not kill you, but will give you strength."

"For this, be grateful to me."

Swinging the blade, Gyoyue's figure disappeared again, and so did Agatsuma Zenitsu.

The characteristics of the Thunder Breathing style are extreme speed and explosive power.

The outcome of the fight is often clear in a very short time.

Thunder Breathing·Type II·Rice Soul.

Thunder Breathing·Type III·Gathering Mosquitoes into Thunder. Thunder Breathing·Type IV·

Distant Thunder.

Thunder Breathing·Type V·Hot Realm Thunder.

Thunder Breathing·Type VI·Lightning Thunder.