Chapter 585: Family

"So, Kurama Heihachi is the master of Miyoshi Ryota; he killed the successor of the Two Heavens One Style, so he wanted to pass the Two Heavens One Style down for him, so he trained such a disciple."

"After reaching a deal with Kurama Heihachi, you sent Miyoshi Ryota to me."

The surroundings finally returned to silence.

Li Miao looked at the fallen Kurama Heihachi, while maintaining the Jizhao illusion to hide his figure, and said in a low voice.

Ji Tianrui nodded with a smile.

"That's how it is; there must be bait to lure Lord Li over. But Master Jianzhen's revival was an accident, which almost overturned my plan, and in my haste, I couldn't prepare any other means to lure you."

"So I had to appear in person, and borrow the favor of saving Zhu Yijing when you were fighting Zheng Anqi Sheng that day, to ask you not to make a move for the time being and come with me for a trip."

Li Miao nodded.

"I was wondering why Miyoshi Ryota appeared so strangely; it was indeed Leader Ji's calculation."

"So what now?"

"You invited me over, surely not to watch a show; Kurama Heihachi can't do anything more after doing this, when are you going to make a move?"

Ji Tianrui covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Why don't you wait a little longer, Lord Li? Wait for Kurama Heihachi to stand up and swing a sword at the woman at the end of the passage, then you can make a move."

"However, I still suggest you make a move as late as possible... otherwise, you might miss a good show."

Li Miao raised his eyebrows.

"Oh?"

"Since Leader Ji says so, it really makes me interested... If there is no good show to watch, how about I punch you?"

Ji Tianrui covered her mouth and chuckled, and said nothing more.

Ahead, Kurama Heihachi lay on the corpses of the Hachimangu Shrine swordsmen, and only after a long while did he tremble, like a drowning person taking a sudden breath, and began to cough.

The injuries on his body were already fatal.

No one knew what kind of spirit this old man had in his body to support him until now. But no matter what, he still leaned on his sword, supported his body, and looked ahead.

Less than a zhang ahead, at the end of the passage, the woman wearing priestess attire had no emotional fluctuation, and even seeing her subordinates being beheaded one by one by Kurama Heihachi, she had no intention of making a move.

Her fingers tapped slowly on the crimson hilt, and through the light veil covering her face, Kurama Heihachi felt her gaze fall on his face.

"Heh."

He stubbornly straightened his upper body again.

"There is no one left in front of you."

The breeze blew, lifting a corner of the light veil covering the woman's face, revealing half a face that still had some baby fat and small, crimson lips.

"So what?"

The voice was as immature as that half-face.

"Can you still swing your sword?"

"Since you came to rush the Hachimangu Shrine, you should know that as long as the divine painting bestowed by Amaterasu is still there, and as long as the Hachimangu Shrine still stands in Kamakura, there will be as many Venerated God swordsmen as you want."

"After you die, the road to ascending the steps will be unguarded, but in a year or two, the swordsmen who hear the news will fill the positions vacated today—your fight for your life is meaningless."

"The destruction of the Kurama style is also meaningless."

Kurama Heihachi suddenly smiled.

It seemed that he had finally gotten an answer, and it seemed that his fight for his life today was just to hear this sentence; he smiled in relief, as if relieved of a heavy burden.

"Speaking of which."

He suddenly changed the topic.

"Do you know what I was doing before I was forty?"