Chapter 583: Two Suns Scorching the Sky

At the end of the passage, Kurama Heihachi had already walked within ten zhang of the woman in priestess attire—to do this after breaking through the siege of more than ten Sword Saints of the Hachimangu Shrine, he naturally paid a considerable price.

His left eye was blind, his right hand had only three fingers left, and there were seventeen wounds all over his body, the longest one crossing his chest and abdomen, and the deepest one piercing his right lung.

And behind him and at his feet lay thirteen corpses of the Sword Saints of the Hachimangu Shrine.

Seventeen wounds in exchange for thirteen lives.

Not a loss.

Kurama Heihachi suddenly raised his hand, startling the remaining four Sword Saints into instinctively raising their swords to block in front of them, fearing that he would suddenly rush up to fight for his life.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth, coughed up a handful of pink blood foam, threw it on the ground, and laughed wantonly.

"Hahaha—trash!"

"Old man just coughed up some blood, look how scared you trash are!"

"Scared!"

He suddenly took a step forward.

Those four Sword Saints retreated half a step.

"Hahahaha!"

Kurama Heihachi laughed even more wantonly.

"Just you trash, you deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as my Kurama style, and you deserve to set up this dog-shit ascending the steps hypocritically...

The mockery suddenly turned into violent rage.

"You deserve to kill my! Dis! Ci! Ple!"

Kurama Heihachi suddenly grasped a short sword that had pierced his calf; it was a masterpiece of a heavily injured Hachimangu Shrine Sword Saint before he died, which had been restricting his movements, and at least four wounds were related to it.

He pulled the short sword from his leg without any hesitation, grasped it in his incomplete right hand, then lowered his head to tear off his collar, and slowly tied the hilt and palm together.

"You trash, you thought I was dead back then, so you set a trap to lure my disciples over and killed them here without any shame."

"Are you wondering why I haven't come to find trouble with you for so many years since I didn't die?"

Kurama Heihachi was tying the hilt calmly, his tone flat and serious, no longer as arrogant and mocking as before.

But facing him, the four Sword Saints swallowed their saliva in unison; they felt a coldness that gripped their hearts bit by bit with Kurama Heihachi's calm tone without any fluctuation.

"No."

The four looked at each other.

Although they had been beheaded by Kurama Heihachi and thirteen companions were killed, they were stunned for a moment, but the remaining four Sword Saints who could live to the end were naturally not mediocre; they knew very well—Kurama Heihachi was heavily injured, and the next exchange would be the time to decide life and death.

No matter what other means Kurama Heihachi had, they couldn't let him complete them; now was the best time to kill him.

So, amidst Kurama Heihachi's calm speech, the four moved their feet bit by bit, their sword blades pressed in the scabbards, slowly accumulating momentum, and carefully surrounded him.

Kurama Heihachi still tied the short sword unhurriedly, glanced at them, let out a sneer, but made no reaction, instead continuing to speak indifferently.

"What was I saying just now? Oh, where I went all these years."

"You all know that the four oldest Original Intent Sword Arts seem to have a common root, and I think this is exactly the reason why your Shintoism suppresses us at all costs."

"Back then, although I had a few useless disciples under my command, they couldn't withstand the suppression of Shintoism. So I, as their master, wanted to find a way out for my disciples."

"But others don't know, so how could I not know that Shintoism had long taken root in the whole world, and even Enryaku-ji, which was ostensibly at odds with it, was secretly colluding with it; how difficult it is to find a way out."

"So, we still have to start from the four Original Intent Sword Arts." ===== CHAPTER 584 =====