Chapter 617: Taste

In the ruins of the Emperor's palace.

Crowds gradually gathered.

The big shots representing the will of various *daimyo*, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, were pushed and escorted over by priests.

Among them were those with blood-stained faces and dim sanity, obviously having resisted because of their status, resulting in being forcibly subdued and escorted over; there were those with tattered clothes, still carrying the scent of rouge and powder, who should have been dragged directly from the gentle village.

In short, each had their own embarrassment.

Where there are many people, there will be no lack of stupid people who don't know what's good for them.

"Do you know who I am?"

The young man dressed in a woman's kimono raised his neck, pointed at the priest with his fair Adam's apple, and shouted in an arrogant tone and a sharp voice.

"I am—"

*Pfft. *

The sword without a guard cut into his Adam's apple.

The priest, who was respectful and polite in the past, raised his hand violently, and the sword without a guard slid along the Adam's apple, cutting the young man's head into two halves. Before the corpse could fall, he kicked out a foot violently.

*Boom! *

The corpse rolled, splashing liquid as it smashed into the crowd, startling a scream. Someone lost their sanity, turned around and crawled away randomly, but after running a few steps, was nailed to the ground by the priest with a sword, and then struggled randomly like an eel nailed to the ground, vomiting blood all over the floor.

Thus, the crowd gathered together because of fear, just like a flock of sheep.

High up, an old and a young figure stood, looking down at the imperial descendant priests gathering the crowd and escorting them toward the place where the Emperor's corpse was located.

"Ah~ ah~"

The young girl dressed in a shrine maiden's robe, wearing a magnificent golden mask on her face, said with a light laugh.

"Seeing this group of pigs finally being driven to the slaughterhouse is truly joyful. If it weren't for Xu Fu being suppressed by Zhang Sanfeng, this matter should have been done two hundred years ago."

The old man dressed in a dark blue kimono frowned.

"Do not speak recklessly."

"It should be that Amaterasu Omikami sealed the Heavenly Demon by turning into a barrier for the sake of the Eastern people!"

The girl let out a disdainful *tsk*.

"Pfft, you know the facts in your heart."

"What kind of Heavenly Demon, just a six-path Heaven-Man who self-realized his cultivation method; what kind of Amaterasu Omikami, the one suppressed in Ise Grand Shrine is just a charlatan abandoned by his master."

"Xu Fu, hehe."

The old man's temples bulged with veins, and he instinctively wanted to scold, but thinking of the girl's identity, he forcibly suppressed his anger, took a few deep breaths, and then said in a deep voice.

"Even if... you are a disciple of Amaterasu Omikami himself, you shouldn't speak like this."

"I know you were deceived and brought to the East by Xu... Amaterasu Omikami from the First Emperor of the Central Plains, but since He is willing—"

The girl waved her hand impatiently.

"Fine~ fine~"

"Let's not talk about this nonsense."

"The time should be about right."

She turned her head to look to one side, squinting.

"The Heavenly Demon named Ji Tianrui should have already broken through Ise Grand Shrine, discovered the truth, and is rushing toward here. However... she is not a cause for concern."

"Her talent is too poor, her mind is okay, but the five-path Heaven-Man realm is all a crooked path, and a Heaven-Man of the same realm can kill her in just a moment. The gods we left on the road should be able to hold her back."

"The key is still the other one."

"Li Miao."

The girl laughed lightly.

"No one would have thought that the descendant Zhang Sanfeng sacrificed his life to fight for two hundred years to wait for would actually be a murderous court hawk."

The old man followed her gaze.

"Perhaps seven gods could kill him."

"Pfft."

The girl sneered.

"What kind of joke are you making?"

"His talent is even stronger than Zhang Sanfeng's, perhaps he is the 'one who knows from birth' that Master mentioned back then. It is very likely that from the moment he achieved Heaven-Man, he mastered the means to break through Heaven-Man. In terms of the thickness of his foundation, no one can surpass him."

"Would he die in the hands of a few puppets without sanity?"

Before the words fell, the girl suddenly tilted her head.

"Do you want to make a bet?"

The old man frowned.

"Bet on what?"

The girl laughed lightly.

"Bet that within ten breaths, he will step on the steps of the palace and walk in front of us... Starting now, let's bet your sword 【Murasame】!"