Chapter 528: Flesh and Blood Sword Scabbard

Within a hair's breadth, that black sun rotated violently, like a black hole, drawing in massive amounts of blood and air, along with the cold light unleashed by the four Sword Saints with all their might, into its center, only to grind them to pieces and spray them out behind it.

The stances of the Hachimangu Shrine sword saints were torn apart the moment they touched that black sun, and even their figures were forcibly pulled over.

The weapons and stones scattered on the ground were smashed into powder the moment they touched the black sun. The sword saints’ expressions changed greatly, and they could no longer care about anything else, using all the skills they had learned in their lives to intersect with the blade light that made up the black sun, using the rebound force to delay the momentum of being pulled in.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang—

The blades collided, striking countless dazzling sparks, which happened to form the corona of that black sun.

"Wrong!"

"His strength is not right!"

"This strength... sticky! The blades collide and can't be pulled apart, instead, they are pulled in even more—ah!"

A scream was cut short, and the Hachimangu Shrine sword saint who spoke was the first to be rolled into it, swallowed in an instant, turning into fine flesh and blood sprayed from behind the black sun.

"Don't collide with his blade!"

"If you don't collide, you’ll be pulled in!"

"Then what should we do!"

Three roars, full of anger and helplessness.

Li Miao, who was watching the show in the distance, twisted his fingers and laughed in a low voice.

"Wudang Taiji strength combined with this so-called Itto-ryu swordsmanship actually has such a miraculous effect; it makes me want to learn it."

"Speaking of which, the founder of Itto-ryu is Master Jianzhen, and Taiji strength is the Daoist tradition of Master Zhang Sanfeng. What is this... is Buddhism actually Daoism?"

"And it’s not the shallow inheritance of Wudang, it’s the Heaven and Man inheritance that truly belongs to Master Zhang Sanfeng... Leader Ji is as generous as ever to hand over such good things to this Easterner."

Ji Tianrui laughed lightly.

"Since I want people to work for me willingly, I should take out enough chips. Just restoring his state is not enough to make him cooperate with me to do all this."

"And, I have also gained something from it."

Li Miao gave a mocking laugh.

"Leader Ji is used to persuading people to send themselves to death willingly; the pupa girl, the Yang family, Lan Lechuan, I’m used to it."

"But Leader Ji should know that I don't care about this. What I want to ask is—"

Li Miao suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Ji Tianrui’s shoulder, forcibly turned her around, stared at her eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

"You met Master Zhang Sanfeng at the Ise Grand Shrine? Otherwise, where did you get the Taiji strength of the Heaven and Man inheritance?"

Ji Tianrui blinked and smiled.

"Naturally not. To put it bluntly, if I had already established cooperation with Master Zhang Sanfeng, why would I look up to Lord Li?"

"Cooperating with a martial arts master is always better than cooperating with a ruthless, heartless, and ungrateful man who only remembers hatred."

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Even Li Miao couldn't find a trace of emotion in Ji Tianrui’s eyes. Her smile was fake, but it was so fake that she didn't have any of her own thoughts, and there was only one such demoness in the world who could do it.

"Forget it."

Li Miao let go of Ji Tianrui.

Ji Tianrui smiled and moved half a step to the side without changing her expression, pulling a slight distance from Li Miao.

Her expression remained calm, and only the Gu worm in her sleeve moved its tentacles slightly, then calmed down and didn't move again.

In the battle circle ahead, a joyful shout suddenly came.

"Behind!"

"His strength is not round and smooth, the back is the flaw!"

Hearing the companion’s prompt, the other two sword saints didn't hesitate, made a decisive decision, and at the cost of having half their arms and small parts of their faces shredded by the black sun, they forcibly rushed toward the back of the black sun.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!—

Weapons collided.

"That’s right!"

"The pulling momentum is smaller the closer you get to the back!"

A sword saint roared, and the sound of his companion blocking the attack for him came from behind. He rushed forward desperately and finally drilled behind the black sun.