Chapter 413: Left-Handed Sword Saint Manome Akira

Upon hearing the Great Xia Emperor's statement, Mother Shenshan immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Emperor had spoken for such a long stretch, but it could actually be summarized in four words: strongly condemn, strongly condemn, and still strongly condemn, damn it!

But there was not a single shred of substance in it!

To put it bluntly, the Emperor's meaning was: if you have the ability, bring out the evidence; if you can't, then this matter has nothing to do with my Great Xia.

It was infuriating!

Mother Shenshan gritted her teeth in hatred; so many years had passed, from before the Demon race invasion until now, and Great Xia was still the same Great Xia!

It was clearly they who had taken advantage, yet they insisted on putting on the posture of a victim.

On the surface, they appeared to have no temper at all, not daring to fight back even when bullied to their faces, but in reality, they would stab you in the back to death.

After wearing a mask to beat you until your scalp bled, they would take off the mask and come out to say, "We strongly condemn the perpetrator!"

I condemn your code!

"Order Haidou to find the true culprit! I want to see what else Great Xia has to say then!" Mother Shenshan let out an angry roar!

At the same time, Ye Lin on the other side was also somewhat confused.

He had already slaughtered twenty cities in a row, yet the Sang Kingdom hadn't reacted in the slightest?

"Could it be that the Sang Kingdom is brewing some evil scheme again?"

Ye Lin narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit vigilant in his heart.

The commotion from his city-slaughtering wasn't small; even if the Sang Kingdom were slow, they should have reacted by now, right?

"You hide first; I feel like something isn't quite right," Ye Lin advised Duan Ling.

"Hmph! You should be the one hiding; I am not weaker than you now!" Duan Ling's pupils turned a jade-green color.

"Be obedient; I am not joking with you."

Seeing that Ye Lin's expression was very serious, Duan Ling gave a cold huff and wore a look of utter disdain on her face, yet her body obediently found a place to hide.

Afterward, Ye Lin shouldered the Emperor Flag and headed alone toward the next city.

At this moment, the number of soul bodies within the Emperor Flag had nearly doubled compared to before he saved Duan Ling, reaching the terrifying figure of 850,000.

The only thing Ye Lin regretted was that the birth rate in the Sang Kingdom was too low.

If the Sang Kingdom's birth rate were higher, with everyone having seven or eight children, the number of soul bodies in the Emperor Flag should have already exceeded one million by now.

The current Ye Lin was fully confident in fearing no one at the Bright Moon Realm, but caution never hurts.

Sure enough, this time, just as Ye Lin stepped into the city, his eyes were blinded by a sword strike.

Fresh blood gushed out, but under the effect of his Undying Body, Ye Lin's eyes soon recovered their sight.

A Bright Moon Realm powerhouse of the Sang Kingdom appeared before his eyes, holding a sharp sword, staring fixedly at Ye Lin.

"What a terrifying recovery speed!" Shibahama Takato was greatly shocked.

He had intended to launch a sneak attack to first blind Ye Lin's eyes to gain the upper hand, but he hadn't expected Ye Lin's recovery speed to be so astonishing.

"Just you, one Bright Moon Realm?" Ye Lin was somewhat surprised.

"To kill you, I alone with one sword is enough!" Shibahama Takato's expression was stern, and sword Qi soared into the sky.

"Lord Shibahama Takato is so cool! He will definitely be able to defeat that city-slaughtering maniac!"

"Shibahama Takato's swordsmanship was inherited from Master Manome Akira; he is the youngest Bright Moon Realm powerhouse in our Great Sang Empire! He has already reached level 95, so his strength is naturally terrifying!"

"You must win!"

Inside the city behind Shibahama Takato, countless people pinned their high hopes on him, looking at him with full anticipation.

Listening to the words of encouragement from behind, Shibahama Takato charged over with his sword, full of confidence, only to be blasted away by a forbidden spell from Ye Lin, crashing heavily into the city wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The cheers behind him stopped abruptly; he realized instantly that the strength of the guy in front of him was likely above his own!

But Shibahama Takato did not retreat, nor did he have any thoughts of fleeing; the sword in his hand was his confidence in defeating the enemy.

Behind him was his city, his home; he could not retreat.

But this guy in front of him... was too powerful! Ye Lin's figure magnified infinitely before Shibahama Takato, like black clouds pressing down on the city.

Shibahama Takato gripped his sword tightly; under this extremely high-pressure environment, he actually entered the Sword Dao realm of Unity of Heaven and Man!

The next instant, Shibahama Takato opened his eyes abruptly.

"Way of the Sword! Demon Emperor-Breaking Slash!"

This sword strike was too fast!

There were no flashy sword techniques; there was only speed pushed to the extreme.

Even Ye Lin couldn't react in time, and a bloody gash appeared on his throat.

This wound was extremely deep, and Ye Lin's head even drooped to one side, yet there was no pain on his face, only confusion.

"No, really, just you, one Bright Moon Realm?" Ye Lin asked.

"What exactly... are you, human or ghost!"

Shibahama Takato's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his hand holding the sword trembled for the first time.

His sword had reaped many souls, but he had never seen anyone who could survive having their throat cut.

Just as terror arose in his heart, a calm voice sounded.

"Takato, you didn't hold your sword steady!"

As soon as the words fell, a flash of sword light vanished in an instant, directly severing Ye Lin's head.

A tall, one-armed old man stepped through the air; his right arm had disappeared, leaving only an empty sleeve.

And the sword strike that had severed Ye Lin's head was delivered by this old man!

"It's Master Manome Akira! Our Great Sang Empire's strongest Bright Moon Realm powerhouse, level 96 peak Bright Moon Realm, Left-Handed Sword Saint, Manome Akira!"

Someone in the city recognized the old man's identity and exclaimed, their eyes filled with uncontrollable reverence.

In the Great Sang Empire, Manome Akira was a living legend.

Back when he changed his class to Swordsman, he advanced by leaps and bounds, but at level 90, just as he was about to break through to the third realm, his right arm—the one he used to hold his sword—was severed by an enemy.

Everyone thought Manome Akira was finished, but he wasn't!

Relying on his only remaining left arm, he practiced left-handed swordsmanship incessantly, eventually entering the Star Realm with it, and advanced all the way without meeting a rival at his level, earning him the title of Left-Handed Sword Saint from the people of the Sang Kingdom!

Everyone knew clearly that in time, Manome Akira would definitely become the sixth Blazing Sun Realm powerhouse of their Great Sang Empire!

And Manome Akira was none other than Shibahama Takato's master.

"Master! You have come; I am sorry, this disciple has lost face for you!" Shibahama Takato's face showed a hint of shame.

"Remember, no matter what kind of opponent you face, even if this opponent is completely unbeatable, before you die, you must hold tightly to the sword in your hand. As a swordsman, the sword in your hand is your life!" Manome Akira lectured.

"Yes! Master! This disciple will remember!" Shibahama Takato lowered his head in shame.

"Hmm, you don't need to blame yourself too much; you have already done very well. When I was your age, I was not as good as you," Manome Akira looked at his disciple, a look of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

"Master, please don't say such embarrassing things! In my heart, you will always be the strongest swordsman!" Shibahama Takato's gaze was firm.

"Hahahaha! No! Master hopes that you will surpass me and become the strongest swordsman!"

Just as they were performing this scene of deep master-disciple affection, Ye Lin raised his head, reattached it to his neck, and grinned, revealing a smile.

"A tough character has arrived. I said it, how could they only send one Bright Moon Realm to block me? That was looking down on me too much."