Chapter 64: Return to Yanxia, A Solemn Tribute

Xiao Yu slowly turned around. The sword in his hand pointed directly at the three priests opposite him, and an overwhelming aura surged skyward, giving the impression that a single man could hold back thousands.

His figure gradually rose, hovering silently in midair, aligning himself on the same level as the three priests. At that moment, the Empress, who stood on the ground, made her move.

Just as she had done before with dual blades, her hands crossed before her chest, constantly shifting gestures. A blinding white light began to rise, enveloping the forms of Tai Sui and his companions.

The white light faded, and with it, the twelve figures of Tai Sui’s group vanished as well.

“This is a Daoist technique! You are from Yanxia!”

Seeing the group disappear before their eyes, Sakai Muramasa cried out in shock, his heart filled with disbelief. Even the other two priests stared at Xiao Yu, completely astonished.

“Yanxia, Xiao Yu,” Xiao Yu replied with a slight smile, saying little else. Now that Tai Sui and the others had left safely, he no longer had any concerns. Although the three priests before him were formidable, if he wished to leave, it would be effortless.

At this moment, the three priests unleashed their boundless fighting spirit. Two vanished from midair, only to reappear, one behind Xiao Yu and the other to his left.

With Sakai Muramasa on the right, they formed a triangle, trapping Xiao Yu at its center. Xiao Yu tilted his head, his gaze passing over each of them without a hint of panic; his face bore a faint, unruffled smile.

“War King of Yanxia, Xiao Yu! Over these years, countless warriors of Sakura Country have died at your hands. Today, you have led your men to destroy the sacred shrine in the hearts of all Sakura Country’s people. Today, you will surely die!”

To the priests, Xiao Yu’s name was legendary. Now, none of them held back; all unleashed their most powerful abilities, determined to kill him here.

A fierce aura radiated from each priest, their hands weaving complex spells, and three raging forces began to materialize around them.

Feeling the oppressive powers from all sides, Xiao Yu abandoned any thought of underestimating them. These three were not unknowns; in single combat, any one could match him, let alone their combined assault.

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Thinking of this, Xiao Yu’s form flickered and vanished from his spot. When he appeared again, something happened that left Sakai Muramasa and the other two speechless.

Xiao Yu did not reappear as a single figure, but as three indistinct shadows.

The three phantom images were identical, appearing ethereal yet somehow real. Each held a sword, and even the aura emanating from them was exactly the same. The three shadows moved in unison, then slowly merged into one, releasing a terrifying presence that swept out among the priests.

Seeing this, the priests’ faces showed fear, and their long-prepared attacks instantly blasted toward Xiao Yu. They knew the situation was urgent and could not be delayed.

As the three priests unleashed their attacks, Xiao Yu’s three shadows fully merged, and he struck out with a blow that shook heaven and earth.

Boom!

Their attacks collided, and another explosion echoed through the shrine. The four forces crashed together, surging through the void, and the entire shrine was illuminated as if by daylight. Everything in the shrine was destroyed wherever the raging currents passed.

The three priests floated silently in midair, their robes billowing violently in the blast. In contrast, Xiao Yu was sent flying backward.

Seeing this, the priests breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on their faces. But their smiles were short-lived, interrupted by wild laughter.

“Hahaha! The power of the priests is indeed formidable. Xiao Yu has learned much today! But remember, this is only the beginning. Once my wounds heal and I return to my peak, I will come again!”

Xiao Yu’s rebellious voice echoed in their ears, word by word, making them grit their teeth in fury. Their faces grew dark. The combined might of their strongest attack had not harmed Xiao Yu; instead, he had escaped from the shrine with ease. They had failed—utterly and completely.

Xiao Yu’s voice and figure faded, disappearing from sight, leaving the three priests so despairing they wished for death.

After leaving the shrine, Xiao Yu returned directly to the Wolf Shadow base in Sakura Country, where the Twelve Heavenly Descendants had already gathered. In the recent battle, nearly all of them had suffered minor injuries, and when Xiao Yu returned, he found them treating their wounds.

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Seeing Xiao Yu return safely, everyone rose and gazed at him.

Xiao Yu walked slowly forward, hands folded behind his back, approaching a floor-to-ceiling window. A cool breeze drifted in, gently stirring his flowing hair. For a moment, the room was perfectly silent.

“Make preparations. Tomorrow morning we return to Yanxia.”

After a long pause, Xiao Yu turned to face the group and spoke. Originally, he had planned to remain in Sakura Country and continue his campaign of destruction. After all, it was a rare opportunity to come here. But for reasons beyond his control, he had to abandon this plan, for in a few days an important matter awaited, and both he and the Twelve Heavenly Descendants had to attend.

“Big Brother, is it because of the memorial?” Qinglong’s voice sounded quietly. Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, their faces showing a trace of sorrow—even Xiao Yu was not exempt.

For five years, Xiao Yu had fought across north and south. In that time, besides the Twelve Heavenly Descendants, many others—whose names he never knew—had followed him into battle. These men, unwavering and selfless, shared a single goal: to defend their homeland.

During the final campaign, Xiao Yu faced seven top masters alone, unable to attend to the broader battlefield. As a result, those who followed him fell into an enemy ambush and were annihilated. In a few days, the anniversary of their death would arrive. No matter what happened, Xiao Yu was determined to go to the borderlands to mourn them.

“Today, as I broke free, I declared war on the shrine’s people. In half a year at most, or as little as three months, I, Xiao Yu, will set foot on Sakura Country’s soil again,” Xiao Yu said coldly.

Hearing these words, the group’s eyes sharpened. Remembering their fallen comrades, everyone present felt a deep ache; after all, those were the men who had fought at their sides.

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