Marvel With Zanpakutou-Chapter 72: Bunch of Lowlives

"Kill him!"

"How dare he attack in Midnight's territory? Is this guy crazy?"

"Hmph, he's dead for sure!"

"Daddy Midnight, teach him a lesson!"

At this moment, the emotions of everyone in the bar were ignited. Like boiling water, they focused their greedy and murderous gazes on Lod and Nemu!

"Is there anyone else?"

Lod remained unmoved. The corners of his lips held a gentle smile as he said indifferently, "If there isn't, then I will take my leave first."

How arrogant! How savage!

This whole scene left Constantine dumbfounded.

He had never seen anyone who dared to be so rampant in Midnight's territory!

But it was a good thing for him because no one was paying attention to him now.

Today's matter was too big. He was not going to stay any longer. Since Lod was' kind-hearted 'to attract attention for him, if he did not run now, when would he stay?

It was good to get used to selling teammates!

"Sorry, friend!"

Constantine bent over and crawled under the table of the bar. He did not forget to think, "The next time we meet, I will definitely return this favor to you!"

The initiator, Constantine, ran away, but no one noticed.

Because their current target was Lod!

Midnight's expression was as gloomy as water, his face as black as charcoal. He said in a deep voice, "If any of you can kill him, I will reward him with a drop of pure-blood!"

The pure-blood can only be condensed by real angels and demons. It contains pure high-level energy and can further purify the blood in the body. It can be said to be the favorite thing of these mixed-blood bastards!

Under the heavy reward, there must be brave men!

"Get out of the way, let me do it!"

A two-meter-tall black man walked out and stood in front of Lod.

The few people who were originally restless saw this black man come out, and a hint of helplessness flashed across their faces.

"I should have been faster just now!"

A white devil said with a vexed expression, "This guy, Sark, personally made a move. This kid is dead for sure!"

Sark was the most famous angel here. His strength was almost equal to that of a low-level pure-blooded angel. It was said that he was only one step away from ascending to heaven!

Don't ask why the angel was black, asking was political right, and there was a state of affairs here!

The evil witch, Kalitan, walked out, revealing a tempting expression. She bit her sexy red lips and said, "Sark, if you kill this kid, why don't you give that little girl to me? I can accompany you for a month ---"

"What a slut!"

Looking at Kalitan's appearance, Sark felt that his lower body had slightly expanded. He laughed and said, "I can give that girl to you, but I have to enjoy her first!"

"Sark!"

Midnight's face was gloomy. He interrupted him impatiently and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and get rid of him. Don't waste any more time!"

"Got it, Daddy Midnight."

Sark walked over confidently. His right hand was wrapped in dense holy light, gradually condensing into a solid golden sword of light. A cruel smile flashed across the corner of his mouth as he roared, "Go to hell, human!"

The sword of holy light condensed into a sword that tore through the air, fierce and fierce, slashing towards Lod's head!

Everyone present, including Sark himself, revealed cruel smiles on their faces.

Blood splashed out of their imagination, and the scene of Lod's head moving seemed to have appeared before their eyes!

However, things went contrary to their wishes!

Ding ---

With a crisp sound, the Sword of Holy Light slashed down sharply, but it stopped abruptly in front of Lod.

And what blocked Sark's full-powered strike was only a slender finger!

"This is impossible!"

Sark's expression changed.

His pale golden pupils were filled with shock.

This was a strike that he had used all his strength, yet it was actually blocked by this human with just a single finger. What sort of absurd thing was this!

"Stop joking around!"

Sark growled, the veins on his face bulging out as he used all of his strength to press down on the Sword of Holy Light.

But no matter how hard he tried, the Sword of Holy Light did not move at all. That slender finger was like a heavenly chasm that blocked between them!

Da ---

His slender fingers bent slightly and buckled on the Sword of Holy Light.

The next second.

Blood splashed out, and the black angel Sark was cut in half by sword from his left shoulder to his right!

"Ah?"

Lod was expressionless. He narrowed his eyes and said, "I originally wanted to cut you into eight pieces. It seems that the speed is not fast enough."

Kill another person!

Moreover, it was an instant kill!

It was so fast that no one could see clearly how that guy had killed Sark!

Everyone who was originally full of confidence in Sark instantly felt a chill run down their spines after witnessing this scene with their own eyes. A chill surged up their hearts!

At this moment, Midnight suddenly had an ominous premonition!

He seemed to have... provoked someone he should not have provoked!

"A bunch of bastards."

Lod's eyes flashed with coldness. He said indifferently, "It's useless to keep it. It's better to die."

Whether it was the mixed-blood angel or the mixed-blood demon, they were all coveting Nemu's pure soul quality!

And this...

It made Lod understand that these people were dregs!

Since they were dregs, there was no need for them to continue existing!

Boom!

An indescribably enormous Spiritual Power rose up!

The ground of the entire bar suddenly shattered, and then waves of air that were visible to the naked eye spread out like ripples. For a time, the hurricane raged and roared, forcibly blowing all the people near Lod to stagger!

As Spiritual Power continued to rise, everyone's breathing became more and more difficult!

It was as if a heavy invisible mountain was pressing down on everyone, causing them to kneel on the ground, unable to bear the burden. Even moving their fingers seemed to have become an unattainable hope at this moment!

How terrifying...

There was no power to resist at all!

In front of this man, they could not even raise their heads. This was such a simple thing!

Midnight was no longer as high and mighty as before. He was like a wild dog, kneeling on the ground and breathing hard, trying to absorb more air.

"You... What are you doing?"

Midnight was completely panicked.

This level of pressure, he used to only be on the high-ranking angel and demon!

It was as deep as the sea, as mighty as the waters!

That was a supreme realm that only gods could attain!

"What are you doing?"

Lod's lips curled into a gentle smile as he said, "Of course... kill everyone here."

"Evil... Devil..."

Midnight's nerves were beating wildly and his face was pale. He felt that all the pores on his body were showing fear!

This man... was serious!

His killing intent was not strong, but it was incomparably pure!

In his eyes, the lives of everyone present were like a speck of dust that was casually wiped away.

Would wiping away dust make people feel guilty?

No!

There was no disgust, no guilt, and no hatred.

It was only because... it was dirty.

Lod's eyes swept past the crowd indifferently. He held sword with one hand, and then his thin lips parted slightly. He said, "Scatter, Senbonzakura."

Hua ---

The silvery-white sword blade scattered into pink petals in front of everyone's shocked eyes.

Under the red light of the bar, the dancing petals reflected a beautiful color. For a time, everyone could not help but be intoxicated by this fatal beauty!

"Goodbye..."

Lod held the remaining handle of sword in his right hand and waved it down.

Whoosh

Thousands of petals formed by sword's blades turned into a violent tsunami in a flash!

One after another, sword's blades cut into their bodies. It was as if thousands of sword had cut them into pieces, causing everyone to let out shrill cries. They interweaved with each other, and the blood that sprayed out continuously drew out a scene that was like hell!

[Acquired: Medium Soul * 1]

[Acquired: Medium Soul * 1]

[Acquired: Medium Soul * 1]

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