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Chapter 265 - 265 265 This Prince Will See You Off


265: Chapter 265: This Prince Will See You Off 265: Chapter 265: This Prince Will See You Off “Congratulations, you got it right.


It’s me,” Lin Shuang said, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his voice flat.


‘Bang!’ The leader of the assassins clutched his neck and knelt on the ground, his pupils wide with endless horror, terror…


and dread!


The man before them wielded the Ghost Crying Blade!


He was one of the twelve Demon Gods of the Dark World, the Underworld King…


Hades!


The Demon God who made the Dark World tremble, the Underworld King!


How could this be?


The one protecting the Su Family…


was Underworld King Hades?


This revelation stunned the leader of the assassins beyond belief!


If he had known earlier that it was Underworld King supporting the Su Family… even with ten times his courage, he wouldn’t have dared to come here to assassinate!


The leader of the assassins now regretted, terrified…


shocked.


But he no longer had a chance to regret.


His neck had already been severed by the Underworld King.


Trembling, the assassin shouted to the surrounding hired soldiers, “Run…”
Using his last breath of life, he managed to squeeze out that word, then blood gushed from the neck wound, his neck completely severed, head falling to the ground.


The leader of the assassins thus fell to the ground and died.


The faces of the other Polaris hired assassins around changed drastically!


“Captain?!” A group of Polaris hired assassins cried out in horror, their eyes blood-red!


But when they saw the military sabre in Lin Shuang’s hand, the group of Polaris hired assassins shuddered in shock and fear!


They also recognized that blade!


That horrifically designed weapon was a nightmare of the Dark World!


The demon weapon of the Underworld King Hades, the Ghost Crying Blade!


So the man before them was the Underworld King Hades?!


The group of hired assassins knew they were no match for this man and prepared to retreat!


Tonight’s mission…


aborted!


But how could Lin Shuang possibly let them leave?


“You won’t be going anywhere.


This king will send you on your way,” Lin Shuang said flatly with a cigarette in his mouth.


The next second, his figure vanished from the spot.


‘Thud…!


Thud…!


Thud…!’ When Lin Shuang’s figure reappeared, he was already among the sea of hired soldiers.


With the Ghost Crying Dagger in his right hand, he moved elegantly, cutting through the crowd.


Wherever he passed, the Ghost Crying Dagger slaughtered en masse.


The sharp dagger continuously sliced open the necks of the group of hired assassins.


Groups of hired assassins screamed, clutching their necks as they fell to the ground…


Blood dyed the entire villa garden’s ground red.


Inside the villa, Yang Feng and the other bodyguards, peering through the gaps in the windows, witnessed the shocking slaughter outside.


Yang Feng and the other bodyguards were completely astonished!


Was this Lin Shuang’s terrifying strength?


One man, facing hundreds of armed foreign assassins?!


Is he really human?!


This kind of slaughter, one could only describe him as superhuman!


The multitude of firearms wielded by the hired assassins around could not get close to Lin Shuang.


Lin Shuang’s figure moved like a demonic specter; he teleported with a step, instantly avoiding the barrage of bullets.


Thus, he continued teleporting, dodging bullets, his right hand with the blade weaving endlessly through the crowd.


Minutes later, Lin Shuang finally stopped his movements.


The Ghost Crying Dagger in his right hand emitted a cold gleam under the moonlight.


Not a single bloodstain remained on the Ghost Crying Dagger.


Because the blade was too sharp, and Lin Shuang’s speed was too fast.


The blade had already sliced through the enemies’ necks, before the blood could even touch the blade.


Lin Shuan twirled his right hand and sheathed the blade back into his sleeve.


And around him, countless bodies of the hired assassins continued to fall to the ground in succession.


Groups of assassins, terrified, clutched their own necks…


blood spurted out along their necks and windpipes!