Chapter 611: Taste

In the ruins of the Emperor’s Palace.

Crowds gradually gathered.

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

Among them were those with blood-stained faces and dim consciousness, clearly having resisted out of self-importance and resulting in being forcibly subdued and escorted over; there were those with tattered clothes, still carrying the scent of powder and rouge, who were clearly dragged directly from the gentle village.

In short, each had their own embarrassment.

Where there were many people, there would be no lack of stupid fools who couldn’t see the situation clearly.

"Do you know who I am?"

A young man dressed in a woman’s kimono tilted his neck, pointing at the priest with his fair Adam’s apple, shouting in an arrogant tone and a sharp voice.

"I am—"

*Squelch.*

The sword without a guard cut into the Adam’s apple.

The priest, who was usually respectful and polite, suddenly raised his hand, and the sword without a guard slid up the Adam’s apple, cutting the young man’s head into two halves. Before the corpse could fall to the ground, he kicked out a foot violently.

*Boom!*

The corpse rolled, splashing liquid as it smashed into the crowd, startling a burst of screams. Someone lost their sanity, turned around, and scrambled to flee in a panic. Before they had run a few steps, they were nailed to the ground by a priest with a sword, and then struggled wildly like a nailed eel, vomiting blood all over the floor.

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

High up, one old and one young figure stood, looking down at the imperial descendant priests as they gradually rounded up the crowd and escorted them toward where the Emperor’s corpse lay.

"Ah~ ah~"

The young girl dressed in shrine maiden clothes, wearing a luxurious golden mask on her face, said with a light laugh.

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

The old man dressed in a navy blue kimono frowned.

"Do not speak recklessly."

"It should be that Amaterasu Omikami, for the sake of the Eastern people, transformed into a barrier to seal the Heavenly Demon!"

The girl gave a disdainful *tsk*.

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

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

"Xu Fu, hehe."

The old man’s temples throbbed with veins, and he instinctively wanted to rebuke, 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 herself, you shouldn’t speak like this."

"I know you were deceived and brought to the East by Xu... Amaterasu 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 Ji Tianrui should have already broken through the Ise Grand Shrine, discovered the truth, and is rushing toward here. However... she is not a threat."

"Her talent is too poor, her mind is okay, but the Five-Path Heavenly Man realm is all evil, and a Heavenly Man of the same realm can kill her in a moment. The gods we left on the road should be able to drag her down."

"The key is still the other one."

"Li Miao."

The girl laughed softly.

"No one would have thought that the descendant Zhang Zhang Sanfeng waited two hundred years for by sacrificing his life would actually be a murderous court hawk."

The old man followed her gaze.

"Perhaps the seven gods can kill him."

"Pfft."

The girl sneered.

"What kind of joke are you making?"

"His talent is even stronger than Zhang Zhang Sanfeng’s, perhaps he is the 'one born with knowledge' that master mentioned back then, very likely mastering the means to break through above Heavenly Man from the moment he achieved Heavenly Man. No one can exceed his foundation."

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

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

"Do you want to make a bet?"

The old man frowned.

"Bet on what?"

The girl laughed softly.

"Bet that within ten breaths, he will step onto the Palace steps and walk in front of us... Starting now, let’s bet your sword [Murasame]!"