“That’s it ——”
Tsukahara Bu Chuan made a gesture, “The huge divine hand crushed the true body of the Great Sun Ruler in one hand, and the Great Mikage Amaterasu fell in this way at the hands of Seibu Doujun.”
That scattered rain of fire still lingers in his mind to this day, and the thought of it makes his heart tremble.
The hand crushing the Great Sun’s aura etched that figure into his heart, becoming an invincible shadow.
“Amaterasu is the strongest person in Eastern Japan, and even he fell under Daoist Prince Qingyu. I am afraid that we have invaded the Central Plains, not to occupy the new frontier, but to die.”
Tsukahara Bu Chuan couldn’t hide the look of exhaustion in his eyes, “Sujang Ming Zun fled back to the East in distress and didn’t even care about the soldiers camped here, if we don’t leave, I’m afraid we won’t even have the chance to return to the East.”
With that, he headed out of the camp.
“Where are you going?” Toyotomi Hideyoshi asked.
“To report to Lord Tsukuyomi in Tōshū, then back to the East.” Bu Chuan Tsukahara paused and returned.
Tsukiyomi had escaped by sitting in Tōshū and had not gone to see Sujang Naritsugu as Amaterasu had done. In the event that Sujang Naruto returned to the East alone, Tsukuyomi was the highest-ranking person in the Central Plains.
“I would also like to inform Lord Tsukiyomi of the death of Amaterasu Omikami, which should not yet be known in Eastern Japan.”
He thought for a moment and then said to Toyotomi Hideyoshi, “You too should quickly lead your troops to retreat, 300 miles away from that area ——”
Tsukahara Bu Chuan thought again of the cataclysmic scene, the lava burning the earth, the wind and clouds rushing against each other, and the huge demonic eye in the sky, shining with the light of destruction ——
“There – it’s like the end of days ——”
So he exclaimed, and his words were not without a sense of wariness.
This kind of emotion is very undesirable for a Tong Shen powerhouse, but it just appears and is so deep in the heart that it is hard to erase.
In fact, Tsukahara Bu Chuan was not too bad, after all, he had not experienced it himself, but compared to him, Sujang Ming Zun was much worse off. The one who had his heart shattered by Qingyu was afraid that he would never be able to erase his demons in his lifetime.
When Tsukahara finished his speech, he was about to take a step when he felt something wrong.
”Qi disturbance?”
The aura of Toyotomi Hideyoshi behind him was so disturbed that he seemed to be in a state of great fear, and the violent mood swings were so intense that Tsukahara could feel them even without turning around.
“Toyotomi?” He asked, as he slowly put his right hand on the hilt of his sword.
“Tsukahara, I don’t think you can get away from ——”
The dry words came from behind him, causing Tsukahara Bu Chuan’s heart to sink.
The right hand that held the tachi loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, and so did Tsukahara Bu Chuan’s heart, as his heart rose and fell violently.
“Ugh…”
Eventually, he sighed, his palm leaving the hilt of his sword and turning to face it.
In front of Toyotomi Hideyoshi, the pure white figure appeared here at some point, his different-coloured pupils rippling, just quietly looking at the man in front of him, dry and thin as a monkey, with a bitter face, and the samurai who was constantly struggling in his mind.
When Tsukahara Bu Chuan saw this figure, the thought “I see” came to his mind.
This was the man who had come here.
He didn’t expect to see this man, who he had been talking about earlier, here he was.
“Daoist Monarch Qing Yu.” The two men called out the name of this figure.
“Tsukahara Bu Chuan, sword saint of the island, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, a close a*sociate of Sujamatsu Naruto.”
An indifferent gaze swept over the two, not giving the slightest pressure, but the two themselves were giving themselves the most extreme pressure.
A handful of the killing Amaterasu, Qing Yu is already more than a god or a demon among them, who would not feel the pressure of existence in front of him? Baidu
“Submit to me, or die.” As always, Qingyu gives the choice.
Submit, or die?
The question echoed in the hearts of the two.
The path of life and the path of death were before them, and each path required a price to be paid. If they chose the path of death, they would naturally pay with their lives; if they chose the path of life, the price they would pay was unknown, but it was foreseeable that it would be more than just paying their loyalty.
“Will Seinfeld be against the East?” Tsukahara Bu Chuan’s face changed, but he quickly steadied himself and asked Qingyu.
“It seems you have chosen to serve your country to death.” Seiyu’s gaze turned to Tsukahara Bu Chuan.
When he met those pupils head-on, Tsukahara Bu Chuan’s body could not help but shudder, his survival instincts telling him that right now he was facing death.
Although Qingyu did not reply to Tsukahara’s words, the answer was already in his mind.
Yes, he would do harm to the East.
The man who asked the question, Tsukahara Buzen, was undoubtedly concerned about the East, and when Kiyoharu said that Tsukahara Buzen had chosen to die in the service of his country, he was admitting that he would do harm to the East.
Since this is the case ——
“Pop–”
Tsukahara Bu Chuan firmly gripped the hilt of his sword and unsheathed it.
If that was the case, then let him be shattered here for the sake of the East.
“Tensho Chuan Kaoru Shinto Ryu, Tsukahara Bu Chuan, please teach me.”
Tsukahara Bu Chuan challenged Kiyoharu with his hands gripping his tachi sword.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi also stepped back at the right time, allowing Tsukahara Buzen to face Kiyoharu directly.
“Interesting, to challenge me,” said Kiyoharu, standing with his arms folded, “then come on, let me see what you, the so-called Sword Saint of the East, can do.”
The name of Sword Saint is not worth much in the East, as both Tsukahara Buzen and Ueshi Kanen had it. Before them, there were many other swordsmen.
In Eastern Japan, there were a few famous contemporaries who could be called Sword Saints.
Sword Saints, Shinobi Gods, Sun Gods, and so on. The country seems to have a preference for high-fashion names, and has a very specific style.
(PS: This is also true in reality, such as the “Imperial Tiger” and the “Dragon of Destruction” (ノ￣▽￣))
This time, Qing Yu also wanted to see how many pounds this Eastern swordsman who does not know the Ten Thousand Gods Robbery has.
“Whew…”
Tsukahara Bu Chuan concentrated his mind and stilled his breath as he united his sword.
If he swung his sword at Qingyu, he was destined to die, there was absolutely no other outcome. But death was not something to be feared for Tsukahara Bu Chuan.
As a martial artist, one can be afraid of death, but one must have the courage to face it head on.
More than death, Tsukahara Buzen was afraid that he would become the gravedigger of the destruction of the East.
The other side did not conceal this, nor did they care to do so. He and Toyotomi Hideyoshi were the pawns he had chosen.
I am afraid that Toyotomi Hideyoshi will have to choose to submit to him, and Tsukahara Buzen knows this very well.
It was because of his fear of death that he stayed at the True Dan realm, not daring to make the breakthrough. After all, the breakthrough of the Tong Shen was very dangerous, and failure would result in death, without even the chance of going mad.
”I hope that with my jade shattering, I will arouse Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s unyielding.”
Tsukahara Bu Chuan had no intention of killing Toyotomi Hideyoshi, not because he did not want to, but because he could not. He could only hope that his sacrifice would arouse in Toyotomi Hideyoshi a trace of his heart for his country.
“Auyi – Ichi no Taisho.”
