Watada Heizan snorted coldly, his aged face etched with wrinkles, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle’s.
“Soma Kosuke.”
“That old man even ca out himself.”
“It seems the Omiya Family intends to get serious this ti.”
Beside him, Kujō Kōji’s face, however, showed an amused smile.
The smile was gentle, and combined with his refined and elegant appearance, he looked like a harmless scholar.
But deep within his eyes lurked a ferocious tiger, ready to devour its prey.
“Perfect timing.”
“It saves the trouble of looking for him.”
“Once Soma Kosuke, this big problem, is resolved,”
“the other mbers of the Omiya Family are just a bunch of weaklings, not worth worrying about.”
He turned his head to Watada Heizan beside him and issued an order.
“You go lure him out.”
“Leave the rest to .”
As soon as he finished speaking,
a vast and boundless power erupted from Kujō Kōji’s body with a roar!
“Crack!”
The inky black swamp-like mud clinging to his legs instantly emitted a series of unbearable cracking sounds.
It shattered like fragile glass, disintegrating inch by inch.
He lifted his foot and easily walked out of the swamp that could devour everything, his leather shoes spotless.
The head of the Kujō Family was never a weakling.
Especially Kujō Kōji.
In his youth, he was hailed as the number one expert below SS-Class in the entire Sakura Country.
In the darkness, the deathly silence was broken.
More roars ca from all directions.
More ferocious monsters struggled out of the inky black mud.
So were shaped like giant lizards, covered in barbs.
Others resembled spiders, their eight sharp claws glinting with tallic cold light.
With their appearance,
without a mont’s hesitation, their crimson eyes locked onto Kujō Kōji, who had broken free, and they lunged at him madly.
Facing this Hell-like scene, Kujō Kōji’s smile remained unchanged.
He didn’t even draw the katana at his waist.
He rely raised his right hand casually, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and lightly swiped forward.
A Sword Qi, condensed to the extre, burst forth from his fingertips.
The Sword Qi was as thin as a cicada’s wing, yet as fast as lightning.
The bodies of the few monsters at the forefront suddenly stiffened.
The next second, their upper and lower halves quietly separated, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.
No blood gushed out; only their ink-like remains lted back into the swamp beneath their feet.
Watada Heizan didn’t even spare a glance at those minor creatures.
He gripped his katana hilt with a backhand and swept it out fiercely.
The Saber Qi, like a silver crescent moon, instantly enveloped the entire rooftop.
“Puff! Puff! Puff!”
Dozens of monsters that had just crawled out of the mud were sliced into two by the domineering Saber Qi before they could even let out a roar.
However, the number of monsters seed endless.
As soon as one area was cleared, more ink-like liquid erged from the floor, condensing into new monsters.
They were endless, regenerating continuously.
Watada Heizan frowned slightly, a hint of impatience appearing on his aged face.
“This old man just loves to play these underhanded tricks.”
He no longer paid attention to the minor creatures but abruptly raised his head, looking towards the fake night sky shrouded in darkness.
He gripped his katana with both hands, his body sinking slightly, adopting a stance of accumulating power.
An Aura as heavy as a mountain surged from him with a roar.
“Open... for !”
Accompanied by an angry shout, the katana in his hand, from bottom to top, slashed towards the sky, unleashing a world-shattering strike!
Saber Qi shot into the sky, tearing through the darkness!
“Screech—!”
A trendous sound, as if cloth were being torn, echoed in everyone’s ears.
Everyone looked up in horror.
They saw that the pitch-black night sky was indeed forcefully torn open by this single slash, revealing a massive crack!
The edges of the crack curled like traces left by burning paper.
Through that grotesque crack, what everyone saw was not stars, nor clouds.
But an eye.
An eye so enormous it was impossible to describe with words!
That eye just hung silently behind the crack, its pupil a detached gold, like a god, coldly observing everything happening on the rooftop.
Observing every living being within this painting.
“Ah—!”
“What is that thing!”
“The... the sky has been split open!”
Countless guests, witnessing this unimaginable scene, had their psychological defenses completely collapse, letting out screams of extre terror.
So collapsed to the ground, so scurried away, clutching their heads; the entire scene was utterly chaotic.
In the corner.
Zhou Huai, controlling Caesar, also looked up at the crack in the sky, at the indifferent giant eye behind it.
An expression of keen interest appeared on his face.
So that’s it.
Is this an SS-Class Spirit Painter?
He hadn’t noticed anything himself.
It turned out that from the mont they stepped into this building,
everyone present had unknowingly fallen into the painting, already being inside the painting.
Kujō Kōji sneered, looking up at the indifferent giant eye in the sky.
“Soma Kosuke.”
“Are you, on behalf of the Omiya Family, officially declaring war on my Kujō Family?”
His voice was not loud, but it clearly overpowered all the gasps and chaos on the scene.
In the sky, the giant golden pupil rotated slightly.
A hoarse and aged voice, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, ca from all directions, echoing in everyone’s ears.
“Today’s events are my personal actions.”
“They have nothing to do with the Omiya Family.”
“Kujō Kōji, you have committed too many killings.”
“If I don’t kill you, the Sakura Country will sooner or later be destroyed by your hand.”
Upon hearing this, Kujō Kōji actually shook his head slightly, a hint of disappointnt on his face.
“I thought you would be different from those ignorant old fools in the Omiya Family.”
“Able to understand how far into the future my vision extends.”
He spread his arms, his posture fervent, as if embracing a great era.
“Only I can lead the Sakura Country to true prosperity!”
“Completely crush the Great Xia Country underfoot, and even surpass the Free Federation!”
The voice in the sky sounded again, carrying a hint of cold mockery.
“More words are useless.”
“Die!”
The mont the words fell, the wind stopped.
The entire world within the painting fell into a deathly silence.
Imdiately after, thunder bood in the sky!
A colossal hand, ford from thick ink, appeared out of thin air.
That giant hand covered the sky and obscured the sun, like an overturning black mountain, carrying an Aura of destroying everything, and slamd down fiercely towards Kujō Kōji’s location!
Shadow enveloped the entire rooftop.
The pressure of death made the air thick.
“Ah—!”
Countless guests let out screams of extre despair, collapsing to the ground, soiling themselves.
Even Watada Heizan, who had always maintained a calm expression, now looked incredibly serious.
He gripped his katana hilt with a backhand, his Aura rising steadily, preparing to et this world-destroying strike.
Zhou Huai, controlling Caesar, hid in the shadows of the corner, also feeling that suffocating oppressive force.
This was the Domain power of an SS-Class Expert.
A world unto itself, where words beca law.
However, just as that colossal hand was about to strike, turning everything into dust,
“Crack.”
A crisp, sowhat eerie sound suddenly rang out on the rooftop.
The sound was very soft, yet it was like a sharp blade, instantly piercing through this desperate silence.
Imdiately after.
“Crack! Crackle—!”
Dense cracking sounds spread rapidly like a spiderweb.
Under everyone’s horrified gaze, that colossal hand, carrying the power of endless destruction, shattered like fragile glass, disintegrating inch by inch from its fingertips!
Countless black fragnts rained down from the sky.
But before they could hit the ground, they vanished into thin air.
The cracks did not stop there.
They extended upwards from the broken giant hand, instantly covering the entire pitch-black “night sky.”
“Screech—!”
A trendous sound, as if cloth were being torn.
The entire world shattered.
The fake sky made of ink, along with that giant golden pupil, shattered with a roar.
The inky black floor, sticky like a swamp, rapidly dissipated like a receding tide.
Ferocious strange beasts, before they could even let out a mournful cry, turned into ink dots and vanished into nothingness.
The lights ca back on.
The evening breeze blew again.
Elegant classical music started playing again from sowhere unknown.
The rooftop was still the rooftop, and the banquet hall was still the banquet hall.
Only the overturned tables and chairs, and the pale-faced, collapsed guests on the ground, proved that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.
It was like a bizarre nightmare, forcibly interrupted.
Everyone was stunned.
What happened?
What about that world-destroying strike just now?
What about that eerie inky black world?
Those who had survived the ordeal looked around blankly, their faces filled with confusion and bewildernt.
Kujō Kōji and Watada Heizan were the only two people in the entire venue who remained calm.
They ignored the surrounding chaos and, by unspoken agreent, directed their gaze in the sa direction.
The edge of the rooftop.
At so point, an extra person was there.
A young man in a white kimono stood quietly on the railing.
The night wind rustled his wide sleeves.
His figure was tall and straight, like a proud javelin in the dark night.
No one saw how he appeared; it was as if he had been standing there from the beginning.
The young man did not look at anyone on the rooftop.
His gaze spanned dozens of ters, landing on the rooftop of another building opposite.
There, an old man also dressed in a kimono, holding a paint brush stained with ink, stood rigidly in place.
A faint smile appeared on the young man’s face, a gentle yet sowhat playful smile.
He slowly opened his mouth, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone’s ears.
“Soma Kosuke.”
“It’s truly been a long ti.”
On the opposite rooftop, the old man holding the paintbrush was the true body of the SS-Class Spirit Painter, Soma Kosuke.
He looked at the young man in white, and for the first ti, an incredibly grave expression appeared on his usually unperturbed face.
That expression even contained a hint of... apprehension.
He slowly put away his paintbrush, bowing slightly to the young man, his posture surprisingly respectful.
His hoarse voice carried a complex and hard-to-decipher emotion.
“Indeed, it’s been a long ti.”
“Teacher Qin Ze.”
Watada Heizan snorted coldly, his aged face etched with wrinkles, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle’s.
“Soma Kosuke.”
“That old man even ca out himself.”
“It seems the Omiya Family intends to get serious this ti.”
Beside him, Kujō Kōji’s face, however, showed an amused smile.
The smile was gentle, and combined with his refined and elegant appearance, he looked like a harmless scholar.
But deep within his eyes lurked a ferocious tiger, ready to devour its prey.
“Perfect timing.”
“It saves the trouble of looking for him.”
“Once Soma Kosuke, this big problem, is resolved,”
“the other mbers of the Omiya Family are just a bunch of weaklings, not worth worrying about.”
He turned his head to Watada Heizan beside him and issued an order.
“You go lure him out.”
“Leave the rest to .”
As soon as he finished speaking,
a vast and boundless power erupted from Kujō Kōji’s body with a roar!
“Crack!”
The inky black swamp-like mud clinging to his legs instantly emitted a series of unbearable cracking sounds.
It shattered like fragile glass, disintegrating inch by inch.
He lifted his foot and easily walked out of the swamp that could devour everything, his leather shoes spotless.
The head of the Kujō Family was never a weakling.
Especially Kujō Kōji.
In his youth, he was hailed as the number one expert below SS-Class in the entire Sakura Country.
In the darkness, the deathly silence was broken.
More roars ca from all directions.
More ferocious monsters struggled out of the inky black mud.
So were shaped like giant lizards, covered in barbs.
Others resembled spiders, their eight sharp claws glinting with tallic cold light.
With their appearance,
without a mont’s hesitation, their crimson eyes locked onto Kujō Kōji, who had broken free, and they lunged at him madly.
Facing this Hell-like scene, Kujō Kōji’s smile remained unchanged.
He didn’t even draw the katana at his waist.
He rely raised his right hand casually, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and lightly swiped forward.
A Sword Qi, condensed to the extre, burst forth from his fingertips.
The Sword Qi was as thin as a cicada’s wing, yet as fast as lightning.
The bodies of the few monsters at the forefront suddenly stiffened.
The next second, their upper and lower halves quietly separated, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.
No blood gushed out; only their ink-like remains lted back into the swamp beneath their feet.
Watada Heizan didn’t even spare a glance at those minor creatures.
He gripped his katana hilt with a backhand and swept it out fiercely.
The Saber Qi, like a silver crescent moon, instantly enveloped the entire rooftop.
“Puff! Puff! Puff!”
Dozens of monsters that had just crawled out of the mud were sliced into two by the domineering Saber Qi before they could even let out a roar.
However, the number of monsters seed endless.
As soon as one area was cleared, more ink-like liquid erged from the floor, condensing into new monsters.
They were endless, regenerating continuously.
Watada Heizan frowned slightly, a hint of impatience appearing on his aged face.
“This old man just loves to play these underhanded tricks.”
He no longer paid attention to the minor creatures but abruptly raised his head, looking towards the fake night sky shrouded in darkness.
He gripped his katana with both hands, his body sinking slightly, adopting a stance of accumulating power.
An Aura as heavy as a mountain surged from him with a roar.
“Open... for !”
Accompanied by an angry shout, the katana in his hand, from bottom to top, slashed towards the sky, unleashing a world-shattering strike!
Saber Qi shot into the sky, tearing through the darkness!
“Screech—!”
A trendous sound, as if cloth were being torn, echoed in everyone’s ears.
Everyone looked up in horror.
They saw that the pitch-black night sky was indeed forcefully torn open by this single slash, revealing a massive crack!
The edges of the crack curled like traces left by burning paper.
Through that grotesque crack, what everyone saw was not stars, nor clouds.
But an eye.
An eye so enormous it was impossible to describe with words!
That eye just hung silently behind the crack, its pupil a detached gold, like a god, coldly observing everything happening on the rooftop.
Observing every living being within this painting.
“Ah—!”
“What is that thing!”
“The... the sky has been split open!”
Countless guests, witnessing this unimaginable scene, had their psychological defenses completely collapse, letting out screams of extre terror.
So collapsed to the ground, so scurried away, clutching their heads; the entire scene was utterly chaotic.
In the corner.
Zhou Huai, controlling Caesar, also looked up at the crack in the sky, at the indifferent giant eye behind it.
An expression of keen interest appeared on his face.
So that’s it.
Is this an SS-Class Spirit Painter?
He hadn’t noticed anything himself.
It turned out that from the mont they stepped into this building,
everyone present had unknowingly fallen into the painting, already being inside the painting.
Kujō Kōji sneered, looking up at the indifferent giant eye in the sky.
“Soma Kosuke.”
“Are you, on behalf of the Omiya Family, officially declaring war on my Kujō Family?”
His voice was not loud, but it clearly overpowered all the gasps and chaos on the scene.
In the sky, the giant golden pupil rotated slightly.
A hoarse and aged voice, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, ca from all directions, echoing in everyone’s ears.
“Today’s events are my personal actions.”
“They have nothing to do with the Omiya Family.”
“Kujō Kōji, you have committed too many killings.”
“If I don’t kill you, the Sakura Country will sooner or later be destroyed by your hand.”
Upon hearing this, Kujō Kōji actually shook his head slightly, a hint of disappointnt on his face.
“I thought you would be different from those ignorant old fools in the Omiya Family.”
“Able to understand how far into the future my vision extends.”
He spread his arms, his posture fervent, as if embracing a great era.
“Only I can lead the Sakura Country to true prosperity!”
“Completely crush the Great Xia Country underfoot, and even surpass the Free Federation!”
The voice in the sky sounded again, carrying a hint of cold mockery.
“More words are useless.”
“Die!”
The mont the words fell, the wind stopped.
The entire world within the painting fell into a deathly silence.
Imdiately after, thunder bood in the sky!
A colossal hand, ford from thick ink, appeared out of thin air.
That giant hand covered the sky and obscured the sun, like an overturning black mountain, carrying an Aura of destroying everything, and slamd down ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ fiercely towards Kujō Kōji’s location!
Shadow enveloped the entire rooftop.
The pressure of death made the air thick.
“Ah—!”
Countless guests let out screams of extre despair, collapsing to the ground, soiling themselves.
Even Watada Heizan, who had always maintained a calm expression, now looked incredibly serious.
He gripped his katana hilt with a backhand, his Aura rising steadily, preparing to et this world-destroying strike.
Zhou Huai, controlling Caesar, hid in the shadows of the corner, also feeling that suffocating oppressive force.
This was the Domain power of an SS-Class Expert.
A world unto itself, where words beca law.
However, just as that colossal hand was about to strike, turning everything into dust,
“Crack.”
A crisp, sowhat eerie sound suddenly rang out on the rooftop.
The sound was very soft, yet it was like a sharp blade, instantly piercing through this desperate silence.
Imdiately after.
“Crack! Crackle—!”
Dense cracking sounds spread rapidly like a spiderweb.
Under everyone’s horrified gaze, that colossal hand, carrying the power of endless destruction, shattered like fragile glass, disintegrating inch by inch from its fingertips!
Countless black fragnts rained down from the sky.
But before they could hit the ground, they vanished into thin air.
The cracks did not stop there.
They extended upwards from the broken giant hand, instantly covering the entire pitch-black “night sky.”
“Screech—!”
A trendous sound, as if cloth were being torn.
The entire world shattered.
The fake sky made of ink, along with that giant golden pupil, shattered with a roar.
The inky black floor, sticky like a swamp, rapidly dissipated like a receding tide.
Ferocious strange beasts, before they could even let out a mournful cry, turned into ink dots and vanished into nothingness.
The lights ca back on.
The evening breeze blew again.
Elegant classical music started playing again from sowhere unknown.
The rooftop was still the rooftop, and the banquet hall was still the banquet hall.
Only the overturned tables and chairs, and the pale-faced, collapsed guests on the ground, proved that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.
It was like a bizarre nightmare, forcibly interrupted.
Everyone was stunned.
What happened?
What about that world-destroying strike just now?
What about that eerie inky black world?
Those who had survived the ordeal looked around blankly, their faces filled with confusion and bewildernt.
Kujō Kōji and Watada Heizan were the only two people in the entire venue who remained calm.
They ignored the surrounding chaos and, by unspoken agreent, directed their gaze in the sa direction.
The edge of the rooftop.
At so point, an extra person was there.
A young man in a white kimono stood quietly on the railing.
The night wind rustled his wide sleeves.
His figure was tall and straight, like a proud javelin in the dark night.
No one saw how he appeared; it was as if he had been standing there from the beginning.
The young man did not look at anyone on the rooftop.
His gaze spanned dozens of ters, landing on the rooftop of another building opposite.
There, an old man also dressed in a kimono, holding a paint brush stained with ink, stood rigidly in place.
A faint smile appeared on the young man’s face, a gentle yet sowhat playful smile.
He slowly opened his mouth, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone’s ears.
“Soma Kosuke.”
“It’s truly been a long ti.”
On the opposite rooftop, the old man holding the paintbrush was the true body of the SS-Class Spirit Painter, Soma Kosuke.
He looked at the young man in white, and for the first ti, an incredibly grave expression appeared on his usually unperturbed face.
That expression even contained a hint of... apprehension.
He slowly put away his paintbrush, bowing slightly to the young man, his posture surprisingly respectful.
His hoarse voice carried a complex and hard-to-decipher emotion.
“Indeed, it’s been a long ti.”
“Teacher Qin Ze.”
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