Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 113 A Serious Slash, the Ryukyu Shinigami Appears

Outside the porthole, the azure sea stretched to the horizon, sunlight scattering into countless golden glitters. Inside the cockpit, the captain and first officer activated autopilot, removed their headsets, and prepared to take a short rest.

The co-pilot picked up his coffee cup and casually glanced out the window, his movements instantly freezing.

"Oh, shit!"

He suddenly widened his eyes and pointed ahead in disbelief.

"Look what that is! Am I seeing things?! A ship is flying in the sky!"

A cloud appeared in front of the plane at some unknown time. After the cloud dispersed, a shuttle-shaped flying boat with a dark blue body was revealed. The hull was as smooth as a blade. It hovered in the cold wind at high altitude. At the bow of the boat, a mysterious person stood tall.

The captain's pupils constricted sharply, and he instinctively pulled up the control stick to try to avoid the situation, but it was too late.

Han Chuan slowly drew the Qingling sword from his waist, its blade reflecting a cold, blue light in the sunlight.

The final strike of the broken watercourse cleaves the waterfall.

He gripped the sword with both hands, and his spiritual power surged into the blade like a river bursting its banks. The Azure Spirit began to tremble, emitting a low hum.

This is a serious cut.

He swung his sword through the air at the plane in front of him.

A crescent-shaped blade of energy, eight meters long and nearly two meters wide at its widest point, burst forth from the blade with a deafening whooshing sound. Like a silver crescent moon, it crashed straight into the nose of the aircraft with a world-destroying momentum.

Where the blade's energy passed, the air was torn apart, leaving a brief white streak. Sunlight refracted at the edge of the blade's energy, creating a seven-colored halo that was both breathtakingly beautiful and terrifying.

"boom!"

Due to the aircraft's hasty evasive maneuver, the nose of the plane was sliced ​​off diagonally like paper in the face of the blade's energy. The deafening sound of metal tearing apart was deafening, and sparks flew from the instrument panel.

The cockpit detached from the fuselage instantly, exposed to the gale. The two pilots were strapped in by their seatbelts and suspended in mid-air. Their terrified screams were carried away by the wind as they watched themselves get closer and closer to the sea.

Meanwhile, inside the cabin, lights flashed wildly and alarms blared incessantly.

Kujo Yasumitsu's champagne glass slipped from his hand, spilling the wine all over himself, but he was completely unaware, his pupils focused only on the suddenly falling front of the cabin.

"What's going on?!"

He didn't think the Kujo family would go to such lengths, ordering the downing of a plane for the sake of a traitor. No one would allow such radical behavior to happen.

At that moment, he had no time to think about anything else. He immediately fastened his seatbelt, wanting only to save his life as much as possible. But looking around, all he felt was despair. He couldn't think of any way to survive the plane crash.

At that altitude, even a parachute cannot open.

He didn't want to die. He still had a lot of wealth and honor waiting for him to enjoy. He had once held a high position. Why had he fallen to this state?

The oxygen masks in the cabin fell down one after another. Henry White desperately grabbed the armrest of his seat, looking at the nose of the plane that had disappeared without a trace in front of him. The wind kept rushing in from the broken part, and his face turned pale.

"Fuck! Are we being attacked by missiles?"

He had heard that Tokyo was being very strange lately, but he never expected it to be this strange. He was just on a business trip, and he never thought he would lose his life.

Ashworth's servants, responsible for cabin service, screamed as they were swept out of the cabin by the gale and blown away, their whereabouts unknown.

The plane crashed at a speed far exceeding their expectations. The Gulfstream, having lost its nose, trailed thick smoke and swirled as it plummeted toward the sea.

"boom!"

A column of water shot skyward from the sea, and debris was scattered in the azure water. Due to the violent impact, the people in the cabin who were not blown away instantly fell into a coma. As the cabin flooded, they quickly disappeared into the sea.

In the last moments before falling into a coma, Kujo Yasumitsu's mind was filled with regret for betraying the Kujo family.

Seeing that the wreckage in the distance had disappeared, Han Chuanyou did not linger. The fairy boat drew an elegant arc in the sky and turned back towards Haneda.

Done, it was that easy.

[You have successfully killed the one who defected to the demon race and obtained the following loot: a high-grade yellow-rank spell jade slip containing the Fireball spell, and 30 mid-grade spirit stones.]

Fireball? Sounds like a wide-area fire spell, not bad.

Han Chuanyou was completely satisfied at this moment.

Once back in the airport terminal, he quickly bought snacks and oranges and hurried toward the VIP lounge.

Inside the VIP room, Han Chuan Mei Yue was getting impatient. Seeing him arrive, she couldn't help but complain, "Why did it take you so long to buy some snacks? Where did you go?"

"I went to the restroom briefly, it didn't take long. Here, have an orange."

Han Chuan You took out an orange and handed it to Mei Yue.

Han Chuan Mei Yue stopped arguing: "You peel it for me to eat, my hand is inconvenient."

"Alright."

What else can he do? He's used to being served by Meiyue, but now it's his turn to serve her.

Before long, it was their turn to board the plane.

They were traveling on an older Boeing 787, which had rather outdated facilities. The advantage was that the seats were arranged in the same direction, allowing them to chat with Meiyue and alleviate the loneliness of the journey.

Tokyo is nearly 2,000 kilometers away from Okinawa, so a two- or three-hour flight isn't particularly difficult.

I could feel the plane slowly descending as soon as I finished my airplane meal.

Looking out the porthole, the Ryukyu Islands unfold on the azure sea, with the coral reefs and shallows shimmering like layers of emerald, resembling a tranquil southern landscape painting.

More than the beautiful scenery below, Han Chuanyu was more concerned about the military bases scattered throughout the Ryukyu Islands.

The runway, hangar, and radar array, like patches of gray scars, are placed on this land that should have been peaceful.

As a former vassal state of the Xia Kingdom, the Ryukyu Kingdom existed for hundreds of years, but was forcibly annexed in modern times.

The native language was banned, Chinese characters were eliminated, and even names were forced to be changed to Japanese.

After being annexed, the Ryukyuans were never treated as natives by the islanders.

Towards the end of the war, Ryukyu was used as a shield for the decisive battle on the mainland, and hundreds of thousands of civilians were pushed onto the battlefield as cannon fodder or asked to commit mass suicide for the Emperor.

After the defeat, Ryukyu was placed under American administration and became the largest military stronghold in the Far East. Land was forcibly seized, bases were polluted, and American troops committed atrocities. All sorts of unspeakable evils were committed on this land.

I've heard that over the past few decades, there have been more than 6,000 cases of various atrocities committed by American soldiers, including rape, murder, robbery, and other crimes.

Even more absurdly, the island nation's laws are powerless to punish these soldiers, and the island nation's officials always turn a blind eye to the suffering of the local residents, as if their lives and deaths have nothing to do with them.

Han Chuan You withdrew his gaze, hoping that he wouldn't run into any trouble here.

Otherwise, after the Tokyo Grim Reaper, there will probably be another Ryukyu Grim Reaper.

No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

He was really going to go out for a parade that night. Since he had already clashed with the United States, he couldn't swallow his anger if he didn't teach them a lesson.

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