bioinnovel Chapter 282 The Land of Sacrifice, Remnants of the Cherry Blossom Kingdom!
Chapter 282 The Land of Sacrifice, Remnants of the Cherry Blossom Kingdom!
Several days passed without any movement until the evening of the third day.
As the sun sets, the sea is dyed a golden hue.
Su Fan put away his fishing rod, ready to call it a day.
Suddenly, the surrounding space distorted violently!
A crimson light descended from the sky, enveloping his entire body!
"They're here!"
Su Fan's eyes turned cold.
He did not resist, letting the light pull him into the void.
……
Meanwhile, on a secluded island in the Pacific Ocean.
Deep underground, on an ancient altar, knelt more than thirty people dressed in black robes.
The leader was an old man with a face full of wrinkles and a sinister look in his eyes.
Three light screens floated in front of him.
Inside the light screen are three different mysterious spaces.
In each space, there is a Chinese fisherman, bound by chains, on the verge of death.
"My lord, the third sacrifice is nearing its end," a man in black robes whispered.
The old man nodded.
"It's alright. The fourth sacrifice has already taken the bait."
He raised his hand, and a fourth light screen appeared in front of him.
In the light screen, a young man dressed as a fisherman is standing in the center of the arena.
"This person..." the old man squinted, "looks somewhat familiar."
The man in black robes next to him looked closely, and his expression changed drastically.
"My lord! This...this is Su Fan! The Grand Master of the Protectorate Alliance!"
"What?!"
The old man suddenly stood up.
He stared at Su Fan on the light screen, a look of fear flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness.
"Okay! Okay!"
He laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
"Su Fan! The God-Conferring Envoy of China! The Supreme Leader of the Guardian Alliance!"
"As long as we kill him, our Sakura Kingdom can rise again!"
"Offer a sacrifice! Offer a sacrifice immediately!"
He roared madly.
"Let those three Chinese lives curse him!"
More than thirty men in black robes knelt down at the same time, chanting strange incantations.
The three light curtains on the altar trembled violently.
Inside the light screen, three dying fishermen's bodies began to burn.
There was no fear in their eyes, only peace.
One of the middle-aged men looked at Su Fan outside the light screen, his lips moving slightly.
Although there was no sound, Su Fan understood what he said:
"Kill them."
Su Fan closed his eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Then open your eyes.
His eyes were filled with a chilling killing intent.
Inside the mysterious space.
Su Fan stood in the center, surrounded by endless darkness.
Ahead, a figure slowly materialized.
It was a man dressed in ancient samurai armor, holding a samurai sword, and wearing a ferocious mask on his face.
"Chinese," he said, his voice hoarse, "Welcome to the land of sacrifice."
"Here, only one of us can survive."
"The loser is utterly destroyed, soul and spirit."
"The winner gets everything from the other person."
He raised his knife and pointed it at Su Fan.
"Remember the name of the man who killed you! The greatest samurai of the Sakura Kingdom, the successor of Miyamoto Musashi, Miyamoto Ichiro!"
Su Fan looked at him.
"Are you done talking?"
Miyamoto Ichiro was taken aback.
Su Fan raised his hand, and Cheng Yuan Sword was drawn from its sheath, a flash of dark sword light.
Miyamoto Ichiro's head flew off, his face still bearing an expression of disbelief.
The corpse fell to the ground, and Su Fan sheathed his sword.
"You talk too much nonsense."
The next second, the sacrificial site trembled violently.
An angry voice came from all directions:
"Impossible! Miyamoto Ichiro is at the early stage of the Celestial Immortal realm! How could he be instantly killed by a single sword strike?!"
Su Fan looked up and stared coldly into the void.
"Don't rush. Your turn will be soon."
"If I can destroy you twice, I can destroy you a third time!"
"This time, we will definitely uproot these cowardly rats from your Sakura Kingdom!"