Chapter 481: Found

"Failed... huh..."

Yamanaka Yukimori propped up his body bit by bit and crawled up from the ground. His right hand holding the sword was broken, swinging loosely on his arm.

Fortunately, it was not fatal.

"Matsue, Ono?"

He called out, but received no response.

"Nikaido?"

"Ugh."

A choking cough came from not far away.

"Nikaido."

"Cough, cough... call me Kotoshironushi..."

Behind Yamanaka Yukimori, the Honoring God swordsman who had turned into Kotoshironushi wiped his face, wiping away the things that had fallen from his eye sockets along with the blood on his face, and only then managed to stand up.

"Is that so... just taking one move has already injured you to this extent..."

Yamanaka Yukimori looked at Li Miao not far away and murmured.

When Honoring God sword technique is cultivated to their level, it becomes instinct, and there is no need to forcibly lean their image toward the visualized deity like Kotesashi Yasutsune to maintain their current state.

But that swordsman just now asked Yamanaka Yukimori not to call his real name, but to call the name of the god he visualized, which meant he might exit his current state at any time and had to run the visualization method with all his heart, and could not be disturbed.

Plus the two corpses not far away—just one move, just taking one move, and most of the combat power except for the statue was gone.

Paid with two and a half lives, just to make a small hole in the opponent's chest that healed instantly.

"Is this... Buddha-Demon..."

Yamanaka Yukimori let out a long breath.

"Kotoshironushi, can you still move?"

"Can move, but can't see. Something seems to have been embedded in my skull, perhaps if my movements are slightly intense, I will die."

The Honoring God swordsman named Nikaido answered.

"And my sword is broken."

"Three steps to the left front, there is a sword on Ono-kun's corpse."

Yamanaka Yukimori answered.

In the gap where the Honoring God swordsman was groping to get the sword, Yamanaka Yukimori stared at Li Miao, staring fixedly at the damaged clothing on his chest.

"Ready?"

Li Miao said with a smile.

"Lord, among the conditions mentioned just now, one was for us to explain whose news? Ancestor Sanfeng, Venerable Bodhidharma?"

Yamanaka Yukimori said in Central Plains official language.

"Are these their names?"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

"Why, you don't know?"

Yamanaka Yukimori raised his hand to hold his broken right hand, exerted force violently, and his face twitched. After a while, he abandoned the broken arm on the ground, held the sword with his left hand, gasped a few times, and then answered hoarsely.

"I don't know, but I know, I can't let you find him, even if—"

"Wait, you said, find?"

Li Miao frowned suddenly, interrupting his words.

Perhaps it was the confusion of consciousness caused by serious injury, perhaps it was the impulse to reveal his heart at the moment of death, but just now, this sentence of Yamanaka Yukimori revealed a lot of information he shouldn't have revealed.