Chapter 608: Hyakki Yagyo

"Hiss!"

The priest who had transformed into a Kosodate-yurei let out a sudden hiss, then swooped down from the roof like a large plain-white bird, pouncing toward Li Miao.

He was a descendant of the Emperor.

The Shinto sect raised so many descendants of the Emperor in Kyoto, naturally not just to cultivate shrine maidens to guard the shrines. These male descendants of the Emperor who disappeared along with the shrine maidens would become priests after brainwashing.

They could not visualize the divine painting of the Amaterasu Omikami and could not shoulder the responsibility of guarding the shrine. But after brainwashing, they had unique advantages in the practice of the Divine Sword Art.

In short, after losing their sanity, they would be mentally closer to the gods they visualized. This was also the reason why the priest who visualized the Kosodate-yurei pounced down alone without waiting for his companions.

*Whoosh! *

A swordsman guarding the sedan chair changed his expression, flashed to the priest's landing point, the crimson sword without a guard popped out of the scabbard, and he performed a draw-cut toward the priest!

And the priest in mid-air also let out a hiss, slashing toward the swordsman with his blade!

Two cold lights cut through the air, whistling as they approached, about to collide.

Just at this moment—

"Get out of the way, don't be an eyesore."

Following this lazy, disdainful remark, a vigorous sound of wind-breaking that almost tore the swordsman's eardrums rose from behind him!

"!!!"

The instinct of a swordsman made him forcibly retract his sword move, enduring the excruciating pain of torn tendons, twisting his body, and desperately throwing himself to one side.

*Boom! *

A muffled sound rang out overhead.

He hurriedly looked up, dumbfounded.

The priest who had visualized the Kosodate-yurei, who was about to clash with him just now, had disappeared. Along the trajectory of his pounce, a blank cylindrical space a full *zhang* square had penetrated the eaves and the human body, finally turning into a massive blood mist dispersing in mid-air dozens of *zhang* away.

He suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

Li Miao withdrew his palm with disdain.

"Daring to charge at my face after turning into a bird-man, jumping in front of me, who gave you the courage?"

Then he turned his head and said to the stunned Sai Seimei.

"What are you stunned for?"

"Ah, ah."

Sai Seimei closed his mouth and looked at Li Miao.

Now, there was not a trace of doubt in his heart.

The realm of five paths merged into one was far beyond all contemporary martial artists and swordsmen, and it was only a hair's breadth away from the Amaterasu Omikami who had not appeared in two hundred years!

For all the Eastern people present, the casual strike Li Miao had just performed was like a myth returning!

Sai Seimei now also understood that he no longer needed to worry about the Shinto priests coming to intercept... What he needed to do was to take the swordsmen to guard the sedan chair where Nana-ko was, preventing the Shinto sect people from taking advantage of the situation!

"Don't worry about the surroundings, follow me!"

Sai Seimei gave a violent shout, pulled a short blade from under his wide robes, ran wildly to the side of the sedan chair, summoned the swordsmen to lift the sedan chair together, and followed behind Li Miao.

"Still sensible."

Li Miao beckoned with one hand, withdrew the protective true energy lifting the sedan chair, and walked forward with his hands behind his back without looking sideways.

"Hiss!"

"Awoooo—"

"Hee, hee, hee!"

Various hissing sounds constantly came from the roofs on both sides. More and more imperial descendant priests completed their transformation and began to let out fierce roars at Li Miao and the swordsmen in the middle of the road.

"Hiss—"

Sai Seimei just swept a glance at the roofs on the left and right sides, and then gasped.

"Sanrin-ryu—Jorogumo."

"Kiraku-ryu—Tsuchigumo."

"Fuhen-ryu—Niku-hito."

"Oishi Shin-kage-ryu—Kurozuka..."

Just one glance, and he took in dozens of different gods... or rather, monsters, famous in Eastern legends.

Although practicing the Divine Sword Art would not make the priests truly turn into ghosts, skeletons, or spiders from myths and legends, the special nature of the Emperor's descendants also made their transformation far more thorough than ordinary swordsmen. ===== CHAPTER 609 =====