Chapter 107: The Shock of Sakai Muramasa

As the battle at Liuhe came to an end, elsewhere on Mount Gehe, the fight between Huofeng and a high priest was also reaching its conclusion.

Amidst the scattered rocks of Mount Gehe, Huofeng knelt halfway to the ground, clutching a long blade. He looked utterly battered—his jet-black hair tangled and swaying in the breeze, his fiery red garments drenched in blood, shining brilliantly. Even the corners of his mouth were stained with fresh blood.

Opposite him, the high priest was in an even more pitiful state. His wide robe was torn into strips hanging from his body, and his flesh was marred with countless visible wounds. The gash across his chest was particularly gruesome.

A closer look revealed that although both appeared severely injured, Huofeng still had a trace of strength left, while the high priest kept his head bowed. Upon further inspection, it became clear that the priest had been dead for some time.

Trembling, Huofeng raised a hand to wipe the blood from his mouth. Then, leaning on his long blade, he slowly rose to his feet and began to walk away without looking back. But after only a few steps, he collapsed and could not get up again.

At that moment, a figure descended from the sky. After quickly examining the deceased priest, he hurried to Huofeng’s side. This was Liuhe, who had just dealt with the two sect leaders.

Seeing the battered Huofeng fallen on the ground, Liuhe quickly took a pill from his bosom and fed it to him. This pill was the Jade Dew Elixir that Xiao Yu had entrusted to him earlier.

After swallowing the elixir, Liuhe gently lifted Huofeng’s body in his arms. With a single leap, he vanished atop the rocky hill.

Meanwhile, on the summit of Mount Gehe, Xiao Yu and Sakai Muramasa were locked in fierce combat. However, Xiao Yu was no longer the man he had once been. In both strength and skill, he far surpassed Muramasa. Despite Muramasa’s relentless onslaught, Xiao Yu moved with ease, evading every attack. After a prolonged exchange, Muramasa had not even grazed the hem of Xiao Yu’s garment.

Frustrated by his lack of success, Muramasa withdrew and distanced himself from Xiao Yu.

“Feeling tired already?” Xiao Yu smiled, brushing off the corner of his robe as he addressed Muramasa. Yet, to Muramasa, those words felt like a deep humiliation.

Though Muramasa was a high priest of the Ise Grand Shrine and a renowned figure in the martial world, he now felt toyed with. After so long a fight, Xiao Yu had only dodged, never truly engaging him head-on.

“Hmph, Xiao Yu, you may waste all the time you want with me. Your strength is undeniable, and I have no means to counter it. But don’t forget your comrades. Surrounded by the sect leaders, priests, and numerous experts from the Sakura Kingdom, I want to see how long they can hold out!” Muramasa growled fiercely.

Xiao Yu smiled calmly, not taking Muramasa’s words to heart. He already sensed the approach of the Twelve Heavenly Descendants and others. Having undergone the baptism of the sun, moon, and stars, Xiao Yu was confident. A mere few priests and sect leaders could not halt the march of the Twelve Heavenly Descendants.

Sure enough, soon several figures appeared in the distant void, rushing toward them. Upon seeing them, Xiao Yu laughed softly and said, “Sakai, it seems you will be disappointed.”

Muramasa furrowed his brow, puzzled by Xiao Yu’s meaning. Suddenly, his body trembled, and he swiftly turned to look at the approaching figures.

“This… this can’t be!” Muramasa was speechless with shock as the Twelve Heavenly Descendants and their companions arrived in full force. He saw clearly that none of Xiao Yu’s Twelve Heavenly Descendants were missing, signaling that his own warriors had likely all fallen. Otherwise, they might have allowed some to escape.

While Muramasa was still pondering, the figures of the Twelve Heavenly Descendants had already gathered beside Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu’s gaze swept over them, noting their various injuries. When he saw Huofeng cradled in Liuhe’s arms, a cold aura suddenly emanated from him.

“Brother, Huofeng is fine, just a bit weak after fighting a high priest. He just needs some rest,” Liuhe explained hastily.

Xiao Yu nodded, then turned to Liuhe. “What of the battle’s outcome?”

The group smiled as Liuhe replied, “I killed Yagyu Mamoru and Suzuki. The high priest who fought Huofeng is also dead.”

“One high priest, one sect leader,” Qinglong said, stroking his spear with a calm tone, as if slaying a priest and a sect leader were trivial matters.

“Brother, except for Sakai Muramasa, their others have all been sent to reincarnation,” added Taishou with a grin.

Hearing the report from the Twelve Heavenly Descendants, Xiao Yu’s face was filled with satisfaction. In contrast, Muramasa, listening from afar, was consumed by fury and terror.

He had not expected that upon their reunion, not only had Xiao Yu’s strength soared, but the people around him had grown even stronger. Two priests and four sect leaders had already fallen. Setting aside the wandering martial artists, their side still had six experts from the Divine List.

Yet, even such overwhelming power could not withstand the Twelve Heavenly Descendants under Xiao Yu’s command. Such a fact would be hard to believe if told, but it was true.

“Sakai Muramasa, now only you remain. Tell me, how do you wish to die? I, Xiao Yu, will grant your wish,” Xiao Yu said, turning slowly to face him.

Muramasa’s face darkened with shame. He no longer had the heart to fight Xiao Yu. Regardless of whether he was Xiao Yu’s match, the power displayed by the Twelve Heavenly Descendants was more than enough to overwhelm him.

Though a high priest, Muramasa lacked the confidence to face six Divine List warriors like the Twelve Heavenly Descendants. His only thought now was how to escape and report the current strength of Xiao Yu and his group to Tojo.