Chapter 56

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Protagonist:

Zang Ye

"So strong…"

"Even the power of lightning can be controlled, this one called Zang Ye, he's not ordinarily strong…" Mage Miroku's mouth gaped slightly, a flash of incredulity in his eyes.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Zang Ye held a few more degrees of gravity.

Shippo jumped up happily, "Great, Zang Ye!"

"That Three-Headed Hell Snake got done in."

Just now, when Shippo saw the Three-Headed Hell Snake pounce over, he still pinched a sweat.

Looking at it now, the worry just now was merely superfluous.

Kagome watched Zang Ye's back figure, for a split second slightly spacing out, "Looks like, he's pretty reliable…"

Zang Ye's ears, how keen they were, even though Kagome's words were very quiet.

As if praising him right by his ear, this made Zang Ye involuntarily chuckle, turn around toward Kagome, rub his nose, and make an action he thought was very cool.

"This Big Master's chest, can be lent to you to lean on for a bit oh."

Hearing this, Kagome's expression was quite awkward, she waved her hands repeatedly, "Better not…"

(This guy, still an idiot as always.)

Good feelings instantly gone.

"Truly…"

"Sigh…"

Shippo shook his head repeatedly, hugging his arms, wearing a look of being utterly speechless.

At this moment, a piece of Shikon Jewel Shard fell from the sky, flashing a glint of light.

Inuyasha leaped up, stretched out his hand and grabbed the Shikon Jewel Shard in his hand, landing steadily.

"Got it, Shikon Jewel Shard…"

"Damn it, that guy Zang Ye, snatched all the limelight."

"Kagome actually looked at him like that."

Inuyasha witnessed this scene, fists clenched tight, grinding his teeth.

Mage Miroku rubbed his chin, scanning back and forth over the several people, finally reaching a conclusion.

"Looks like, Kagome and Inuyasha and Zang Ye have fallen into an unclear love triangle."

"Unexpected, Miss Kagome is this popular."

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Several days later.

The sun set behind the western mountains, the horizon leaving only a streak of lingering crimson.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of wandering samurai arrived, riding horses, loaded full with grain and money.

"Boss, today's haul is really plenty."

"Look, this much rice."

One of the samurai said with a face full of excitement to the samurai leader.

The samurai leader was a middle-aged man, a scar on his eye, looking especially ferocious.

Others one look, this must be a fierce ruthless character.

"Haha…"

"Didn't expect a tiny village, still has this much stored grain." The samurai leader was also satisfied with today's haul.

"Let's go quick, Boss."

"Heard that here, after the sun sets there are yokai that run out."

Another wandering samurai said.

His eyes were full of gravity.

The samurai leader very disdainfully berated him, "Scared of that kind of thing, how be a wandering samurai!?"

Suddenly, in front of this group of wandering samurai appeared a lone proud figure.

"Boss, look ahead."

With a subordinate's reminder, the wandering samurai leader looked toward the front.

That was a silver-haired man, on both sides of his face three red markings each, on his body silver helmet armor, gazing into the distance, seemingly sensing the gazes from behind, merely slightly glancing sideways a look at this group of wandering samurai.

"Ah… that's not a human is it?"

"However, that armor on his body is still quite rare."

"Kill him, strip everything off his body."

The wandering samurai leader drew the samurai sword at his waist, ordered his subordinates.

Hearing the leader's command, the wandering samurai were like injected with chicken blood, driving the horses beneath them, waving weapons shouting.

This silver-haired man left hand stretched out, a green claw appeared, the claws extremely long.

Suddenly, the silver-haired man whole body jumped into the air.

Seeing the silver-haired man's bizarre red pupils, and that hand not belonging to a human, the wandering samurai were greatly shocked.

Only the horses under their feet, already unable to control, charged over.

The silver-haired man moved with incredible speed; before this band of wandering samurai could react, his hand, wielding tremendous force, tore them apart.

With just one strike, not a single one of the wandering samurai survived, leaving a pile of minced flesh on the ground.

Blood sprayed everywhere, utterly cruel.

The silver-haired man gazed into the distance, his expression seeming somewhat dissatisfied.

He was no stranger—he was Inuyasha's older brother, Sesshomaru.

At that moment, the grass beside them stirred a few times.

Jaken emerged from the grass carrying the Staff of Heads; seeing the human corpses lying on the ground, he clicked his tongue disdainfully.

"These fools insisted on provoking Young Master Sesshomaru—truly unlucky."

Jaken glanced again at Sesshomaru's new arm and praised, "As expected of Young Master Sesshomaru—the arm snatched from the Ao Oni is indeed extraordinary."

"Truly formidable..."

"Are you blind!?"

"This one can no longer be used."

Sesshomaru pulled off the new arm attached to his body, his expression indifferent.

His tone remained the same—very flat.

Yet Jaken could tell that Sesshomaru was still furious over losing his arm.

"Go find a stronger yokai's arm."

"Otherwise I'll kill you!"

Though the arm of an Ao Oni was formidable, after some time, a dead yokai's arm would gradually weaken and become useless.

Therefore, Sesshomaru needed a stronger arm to replace the one he had lost.

Jaken was startled—Sesshomaru was not joking; he was a yokai truly capable of following through.