The blind man was Uekizawa Quan.
He was Japan’s Sword Immortal, heir to the Uekizawa Clan and Hanzo, inheriting the title of Sword Saint of Japan!
It could be said that he was the strongest on the entire island!
Such a master, Asakura Daisuke, spoke so casually, then suddenly realized and said, "Indeed! Although he is unwilling to admit it, China’s Mr. Yang is truly a rarity in this world. At seventeen or eighteen years old, already reaching the legendary realm, he is only half a step away from Divine Spirit. A person such as him, even comparable to the sacred forebears of Chunjian!"
"Haha, I know you harbor resentnt, always wanting to fight him."
Makura Daisuke listened to Uekizawa Xiang’s words and sneered, "But because this man is loved by Ba Qi, no one can touch him now! If he is fortunate enough, he will beco the new Eight Gods, and then this island will once again conquer the world!"
Uekizawa Shou could only sigh when hearing Yang Tian’s destiny.
We must understand that the gods have worshiped the Eight Great Snakes for so many years. It is not that no one has approached the power near divinity, only to be devoured by the Eight Great Snakes.
But at most, these individuals were only fit to beco one part of the Eight Great Snakes, as there exists a sacred identity in the world!
After all, as a divine kingdom, the energy within the Eight Great Snakes’ body is imnse.
Ordinary cultivators would imdiately feel their minds overwheld by its radiance, their bodies instantly bursting.
Only those geniuses infinitely close to the Heavenly God could hope to endure it.
But now Makura Daisuke actually claid that Yang Tian would beco the Orochi Snake. Wouldn’t that an Yang Tian would then carry the unified body of the Eight Great Snakes?
"What a pity! What a pity! Such a figure who did not fight him and yet faced death brought overwhelming regret."
Uekizawa Shou again shook his head, but there was a sneer.
If a stronger man died, then he died.
Uekizawa Shou wasn’t foolish enough to destroy the Eight Great Snakes just because he yearned to battle Yang Tian.
As for Akita Shunzi, upon hearing the two’s conversation, his heart sneered as well.
"Foolish Chinese! Foolish Yang Tian! Daring to provoke the Eight Great Gods’ majesty?"
"By stepping onto this island you signed your death warrant. Now entering the Rice Field Club’s deathly trap reveals your stupidity. Though I might not like the Eight Great Snakes, your foolishness allows to continue improving under the Spirit of Education, and that is excellent!"
Thinking of Yang Tian’s fate today—as well as recollecting how Yang Tian had previously dismantled his siege design to kill four exceptional warriors who narrowly escaped glory—Akita Shunzi couldn’t help but stifle laughter.
BANG!
The three individuals standing at the entrance believed Yang Tian must surely et his demise.
Suddenly, a resounding crash erupted from the temple’s roof. Tiles flew as the rooftop was lifted, and amidst the destruction appeared a colossal, shimring light form with seven heads and eight tails swaying within.
"It has arrived!"
Masaki exclaid with excitent upon witnessing the scene, "At long last, the day has co—God is about to return to the world..."
ROAR!
Before Asakura Daisuke could finish, an earth-shaking howl from the glowing figure stopped him.
Then a crescent-shaped black blade, larger than a person in height, sliced through the tails encircling the seven-headed figure, severing parts of its body.
In an instant.
The once majestic serpent of light was directly broken into pieces by the crescent and exploded entirely.
From the fragnts, a man descended from mid-air, landing directly in front of them.
The impact of his landing caused a crater over five ters in diater, plunging halfway deep into the ground.
The man occupying the unified form of the Eight Great Snakes—the handso figure among them—was now visible.
Monts ago, this handso man still had an elegant and poised deanor. Now his face was twisted, his eyes bulging, his tongue stretched out grotesquely. He pointed tremblingly toward the roof of the temple and stamred, "Y-you... you... y-you... How are you so strong?"
"Strong?"
A cold voice drifted into the ears of all present, belonging to the black-haired figure.
It was none other than Yang Tian.
Clad in black clothing, wielding the Demon Blade that split the sky, with dark hair fluttering without wind, Yang Tian gazed down at the disheveled man with disdain. His voice was faint yet commanding: "Not too strong, but you are far too weak!"
Too weak?
A divine entity, a mighty serpent, an ancient Eight Great Snakes formation...
Even if Yang Tian had only defeated one sacred separation of the Eight Great Snakes, it was hardly sothing ordinary mortals could achieve!
Yet he casually declared the Eight Great Snakes, fad for their strength, were pitifully weak?
Outside the temple, Asakura Daisuke and Uekizawa Shou felt Yang Tian had gone mad.
But as they looked upon the disheveled figure lying pathetically on the ground, neither could muster any retort.
If Yang Tian’s declaration was false, then why was Yang Tian standing triumphant while the handso man lay defeated by a re sacred separation?
What was going on?
As for Akita Shunzi, the scene defied belief!
At the Yunda Club, each encounter with the Orochi Snake’s overwhelming and unrivaled power convinced Akita Shunzi that nothing could exceed its strength!
When Yang Tian entered the temple, Akita Shunzi already sentenced him to death in his heart, much like his previous trap designs.
Yet reality defied those expectations.
Yang Tian erged once again with an unassailable aura, while the unified Eight Great Snake lay defeated.
Akita Shunzi felt his confidence shake, and an uncontrollable tremor overtook his whole being.
"Do not panic!"
Masaki, a renowned spiritualist of Japan, was equally stunned but quickly regained composure, resolving to reassure everyone: "This was only one sacred separation among the Eight Great Gods!"
"Don’t forget, the Eight Great Gods possess eight divisions in total."
"If all divine forces unite as one, while unable to replicate the full power of the true Eight Gods, they can still achieve 50% strength! That 50% alone secures our invincibility!"
Upon hearing this, Asakura Daisuke instantly rallied determination and aligned with the Orochi Snake once more.
This was Asakura Daisuke’s true motivation as the great spiritual instructor.
Not just conversing with the Eight Great Snakes but holding the ability to summon all of their subdivisions, thereby forming a figure harboring 50% divine snake power!
Witnessing this revelation, Asakura Daisuke regained confidence and drew his blade from his waist.
Just as explained by Asakura Daisuke.
One sacred separation may not rival Yang Tian, but a unified formation equaling the Eight Snakes’ combined strength surely could.
Such power would be sufficient to kill Yang Tian!
The only concern left was that Yang Tian might interrupt and strike Makura Daisuke while guiding the unification at Maku Warehouse.
What surprised Uekizawa Shou was that Yang Tian didn’t seem concerned about observing closely. He calmly took a cross-legged seat, showing no intent to intervene.
Of course, this wasn’t out of sentintality or so foolish notion of desiring a fair fight with the truly strong!
Rember, Yang Tian was inherently a Devil. Every move was calculated to maximize his benefit.
When Yang Tian faced the handso man transford from Qiong Bachi, he instantly sensed the divine energies transferring entirely into his opponent’s body. The purity of Qiong Bachi’s power beca consolidated and concentrated.
This was the effect of sacred separation. If the unification process ant all scattered power across different factions converged here...
Then Yang Tian could save ti searching other clubs and forces!
Wasn’t this the best way to settle things once and for all?
Thus, Yang Tian didn’t just abstain from stopping Makura Daisuke—he was actively rooting for him to finish quickly.
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