The clamor of the battlefield completely swallowed this area.
The eerie crimson blade light, along with two berserk energies, one gold and one black, furiously collided, tore, and exploded!
"Boom—!"
Ise Ryuichi's figure was blasted away like a cannonball, smashing through a concrete wall, and tumbled out in disarray amidst the billowing smoke and dust.
"Damn it!"
Ise Ryuichi's eyes stared fixedly at the slender figure in front of him.
Strong!
Too strong!
This woman, this Demon Blade Muramasa, was completely different from the previous intelligence!
Her swordsmanship was no longer merely strange and swift; it had gained a kind of… effortless "elegance."
It was as if every swing of her blade precisely calculated the trajectory and weaknesses of all their attacks.
That was no longer fighting; it was… toying!
On the other side, Kamiya Makoto's situation was even more miserable.
He lay sprawled on the ground, covered in injuries, barely having the strength to stand up.
His proud Shikigami and spells were as fragile as paper in the face of that crimson blade light, easily torn to shreds.
He could only watch Ise Ryuichi fight valiantly in the front, while he himself didn't even qualify as a decent cannon fodder.
"Your existence is far more important than you imagine…"
The Miko-sama's words still echoed in his ears, but the reality before him was like a resounding slap, shattering all his hope and sense of mission!
Yukino Shita Chizuru stood quietly in the center of the battlefield, dressed in a sailor uniform JK, her skirt fluttering in the wind, yet not a speck of dust had touched her.
The Demon Blade Muramasa in her hand flowed with an eerie red glow, as if breathing joyfully.
A sickly, satisfied blush was on her face.
This feeling… was wonderful!
After her master's "tempering" and "sharpening," the power within her not only became purer, but more importantly, she found the "method" to wield this power.
And these two so-called "Children of Destiny" before her were merely two pathetic "whetstones" for her to display her results to her master.
A steady, low engine sound suddenly drowned out all the clamor of the battlefield.
A pitch-black Rolls-Royce silently pulled up to the side of the street not far away.
Its elegance and luxury, completely out of place with the chaotic surroundings, instantly drew everyone's gaze.
Yukino Shita Chizuru's body also trembled involuntarily!
It's Master!
It's Master's aura!
Her cold eyes were instantly filled with fervent adoration, and she even subconsciously reined in the killing intent around her, standing obediently in place like a child awaiting her master's praise.
Ise Ryuichi and Kamiya Makoto also noticed the car.
They couldn't understand why anyone would dare to approach here at such a time.
However, when the car window slowly lowered, revealing the playful smiling face in the back seat…
Ryuichi's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpricks!
Lu Cheng!
It's him!
He actually dared to show up here!
Extreme rage instantly transformed into boundless killing intent, causing the already chaotic power within him to completely run wild!
"Lu Cheng—!!!"
He let out a beastly roar, rushing towards the car in a frenzy!
He wanted to tear that hateful face, along with that eyesore of a car, to shreds!
But the moment he took a step, his movements froze.
His gaze passed through Lu Cheng and saw… the figure beside Lu Cheng.
That was a girl.
She wore a simple white dress, her long hair flowing with sacred radiance under the soft interior lights of the car.
Her beautiful face, with a hint of nervousness and bewilderment, was turned to look out at the battlefield.
That face… that aura… Sister?
Why… why was she in this car?
Why was she sitting with this man?
A thought so absurd that it made his soul tremble, the most vicious, most impossible thought, wildly sprouted!
They… No! Impossible!
This is absolutely impossible!
Sister is the incarnation of Amaterasu, the most sacred being in Dongying; how could she… how could she be defiled by a mortal!
But the scene before him was so real… All the killing intent, all the anger, all the "confidence" gained by fusing with the power of the Underworld that he had just mustered, were instantly shattered!
That wasn't anger, but a kind of… bone-chilling coldness from the collapse of faith!
What was all he had done for?
It was to wash away shame, to protect Amaterasu's glory!
But now, the "goddess" he protected was sitting in the enemy's car!
"Sister…"
Ise Ryuichi's voice was dry, hoarse, and filled with an unbelievable tremor.
"Why… why…?"
"What are you doing?"
On the other side, Kamiya Makoto's reaction was even worse than Ise Ryuichi's.
The moment he clearly saw Ise Hinata's face, all his spirit and vitality were instantly drained.
He had just received the Miko-sama's favor, and had just vowed in his heart to protect this glory with his life, to tear apart the man who blasphemed the goddess!
But now… the "god" he worshipped was sitting with the "devil" he intended to kill.
All his convictions, all his sense of mission, at this moment, turned into a colossal joke.
Am I just… a plaything casually tossed by the goddess to the Demon King for entertainment?
Just as their minds completely collapsed, and their souls were crushed by this cruel reality…
"Swish—!"
A crimson blade light moved.
Yukino Shita Chizuru's face revealed a nearly insane, sickly smile.
Master is watching!
This is the best opportunity to prove herself!
She wanted her master to see how sharp this blade, which he had personally "sharpened," was! How… obedient!
The blade light was like the moon, arriving in an instant!
Extremely fast! Extremely ruthless!
"Pfft—!"
"Pfft—!"
Two dull thuds of a sharp blade entering flesh sounded almost simultaneously!
Ise Ryuichi and Kamiya Makoto's bodies, like kites with broken strings, were fiercely cut and sent flying, tumbling over ten meters on the ground before coming to a heavy stop.
Two blade wounds appeared on their chests, respectively, and blood instantly stained the ground.
They couldn't even scream before directly falling unconscious.
One strike, instant kill.
Yukino Shita Chizuru slowly retracted her blade, respectfully, deeply, and knelt on one knee towards the Rolls-Royce.
Inside the car.
Ise Hinata stared blankly at the scene outside the window, watching her younger brother, her mind a blank, her body as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
Just then, a warm large hand gently covered her cold hand.
Lu Cheng's lips curved into a satisfied arc.
He leaned close to Ise Hinata's ear and whispered in a devilish voice, filled with fatal allure:
"It seems they can't protect you, can they?"
"Let alone the so-called National Luck."
"Give it to me, and they can still live, understand?"