Chapter 470: Demon King

"!?"

The samurai were shocked.

Immediately, they looked at each other, only to find the same astonishment in the other's eyes.

What's going on?

Where are the people?

They disappeared in a flash... Even if they knew they were at a dead end and jumped into the sea, there should have been the sound of water, right?

But before they could figure out the reason, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind. This wind was extremely piercing, and these samurai were extremely familiar with it—it was the whistling sound of a blade cutting through the air!

But why was it so loud! And why was it behind them!

This was their last thought.

Before they could turn around, a sharp pain came from their waists, and then their lower bodies suddenly disappeared from their perception. Someone instinctively drew their sword, but only pulled out half a hilt. Before they understood the situation, their entire upper bodies tilted along the smooth cut, and they fell to the ground with a thud.

"What... is going on?"

The samurai who had first planned to rob the merchant ship forced his eyes open, flipped his upper body over, and looked behind him.

He only saw a dark black cloak turning and leaving.

Then, the woman he had just seen standing at the bow of the ship stepped past his side. The girl she was carrying in her hand had her hands tightly covering her mouth, and tears were gushing out like a fountain.

He lost his strength, his arms went limp, his head hit the ground, and he stopped breathing.

Among the three who were leaving on their own in front, Li Miao was naturally strolling leisurely, not caring about the direction, just walking toward the direction where the human voices were loudest. Lu Wushuang looked at Li Miao's back and followed with a smile.

Nanako Sasakura, who was being carried by Lu Wushuang, was in despair.

The moment she woke up and saw Li Miao and Lu Wushuang clearly, she knew these two were Central Plains people. Not just their clothing and language, but their height, appearance, and temperament. At least in Nanako's cognition, she really couldn't find anyone with a temperament as noble as Li Miao's.

Although she didn't know who the two were, they were her benefactors who had saved her from the pirates; that much was certain. And seeing that both of them were so outstanding in appearance, they shouldn't be bad people... She wanted to get up and thank them.

But the next moment, Lu Wushuang carried her out of the cabin.

Standing on the opposite ship, Nanako saw what the samurai had not seen—Li Miao appeared behind the samurai like a ghost, raised his right palm, and slashed at the crowd at waist level.

And then, there was a river of blood.

The samurai who had been cursing vigorously just a moment ago were cut in two. As Lu Wushuang carried her past those samurai, some who were not yet dead reached out to her.

"Heavenly Demon... Devil..."

"Demon King!"

Nanako's family devoutly believed in Buddhism. At this moment, looking at the cloak fluttering in front, a concept couldn't help but emerge in her heart—the Central Plains man walking in front was not human.

He was a monster!

He was a Demon King!

That outstanding appearance and temperament were simply bait to deceive the world!

She hadn't been saved at all, but had fallen into an even more desperate situation... She was very likely reserve food prepared by the other party, just waiting for him to be hungry, and he would reveal his fangs and chew her to pieces!

"Namo Amitabha! Buddha, save me!"

"Father! Mother!"

"I shouldn't have run away... I was wrong!"

She kept crying and regretting. Li Miao in front acted as if he hadn't heard, but Lu Wushuang smiled and lifted her up, as if she were carrying a puppy, and said in Japanese.

"Stop crying, it's annoying my Lord, and he'll eat you!"

Nanako suddenly widened her eyes, tightly covering her mouth, not daring to make a sound, but her tears became even more torrential.

Seeing this, Lu Wushuang said with a smile.

"Just a joke, don't take it seriously."