Ever since the eruption of Holy Mountain and the destruction of Iga Palace, Miyamoto Chuan had begun to work on rebuilding a new Iga Palace led by himself.
In addition to winning over the remaining Elders and Deacons, Miyamoto Chuan had also secured support from another Divine-level Master of the family, Miyamoto Sanfu.
Once everything was prepared, he took a group of people and went to the Princess Mansion to force a confrontation, attempting to coerce Miyamoto Sakura into relinquishing the position of Sect Leader and handing over the Tianzhao Divine Sword.
The weather was a bit gloomy and gray, but Miyamoto Chuan’s mood was exceptionally cheerful.
He was in control of the entire Miyamoto Family and Iga Palace, and the biggest obstacle, the old man Miyamoto Musashi, had already been killed by Immortal Master Li with a single sword stroke.
The Mountain God had shown him special favor, causing Holy Mountain to erupt and burying Immortal Master Li in a Fire Sea, leaving not even a trace of bone ash behind.
Now, the only person standing in the way of his ascent to the pinnacle of life was Miyamoto Sakura alone.
Moreover, he had already received word that his niece, having been injured by Immortal Master Li, was so frightened that she dared not even return home and had been hiding in the Princess Mansion ever since, refusing to come out.
This trip of his was basically as easy as picking something up off the ground.
Once he reconstructed Iga Palace, he’d thoroughly deal with this niece of his who always looked down on him.
Press her beneath him and whip her delicate skin mercilessly, rub it fiercely, rub, and rub some more...
The pitiful screams of the former Sect Leader and Royal Princess were sure to be the most exquisite music in the world.
Thinking of his perverse pleasure, Miyamoto Chuan rubbed his hands together with an inexplicable excitement.
At that moment, one of Miyamoto Chuan’s confidants stepped forward and reported: "Lord Miyamoto, we have arrived at the Princess Mansion!"
Miyamoto Chuan’s thoughts were pulled back. He raised his head to look at the signboard of the Princess Mansion, put on a lordly air, waved to his subordinates, and commanded: "Go and knock on the door!"
Miyamoto Sakura was brewing tea for Li Chen like a maidservant.
The verdant tea leaves were tumbling back and forth in the boiling water, emanating a refreshing fragrance.
Just as the tea was about to be ready, a maid hurried over to report the menacing situation of Miyamoto Chuan and his people to Miyamoto Sakura.
Miyamoto Sakura nodded to show she understood, waved her hand to dismiss the maid.
"Master, Miyamoto Chuan has arrived!"
Li Chen nodded slightly and said indifferently, "Since he’s hell-bent on seeking death, then go send him off!"
After speaking, he turned his gaze back to the ceramic tea stove.
"The tea still needs a little more time to brew; go ahead and take care of it."
After responding, Miyamoto Sakura picked up her sword and headed for the entrance.
"Who dares to cause a commotion at my door?"
Being of high status and long-held authority, Miyamoto Sakura’s shout carried an inherent power without showing anger.
Some Elders and Deacons of the Iga Palace instinctively shuddered, unconsciously casting their gaze toward Miyamoto Chuan.
Miyamoto Chuan turned his attention to an old man, not even five feet tall, with a head full of silver hair.
The old man gave a slight nod and strode forward.
Miyamoto Sakura felt a shock in her heart upon seeing the comer.
Miyamoto Sanfu was another Divine-level Master of the Miyamoto Family besides Miyamoto Musashi.
However, he had always been obsessed with Martial Arts and seldom cared about worldly affairs. It was unexpected that Miyamoto Chuan would invite him out to force the issue.
"Miyamoto Sakura, you are a woman; you should find a man to marry, be a wife, and teach your children. That’s your responsibility. The position of Sect Leader of Iga Palace doesn’t suit you. I advise you to obediently hand over the Sect Leader Seal and Tianzhao Divine Sword!"
Miyamoto Sakura coldly scoffed, "Why should I hand it over just because you say so?"
Miyamoto Sanfu saw that a junior had no respect for him and couldn’t help but burst into a great rage.
"Indeed, just because of these words from this old man!"
Before his words fell, the iron crutch in his hand heavily struck the ground.
Instantly, the marble flooring cracked like a spider’s web with a dense maze of fissures.
That furious aura made everyone around dizzy and disoriented. Some of the weaker ones even fainted on the spot.
Seeing this scene, everyone present was terrified.
A Divine-level Master is truly fearsome !
However, Miyamoto Sakura’s expression remained calm, her mouth even curving into a scornful sneer.
Compared with Li Chen, his little tricks were nothing but a child’s play, utterly insignificant.
How can one who has seen the vast ocean give a second glance to a small stream?
Miyamoto Sanfu saw that not only was Miyamoto Sakura not intimidated by his aura, she even wore a mocking smile, and he became infuriated with embarrassment and anger.
"Miyamoto Sakura, it seems that without teaching you a lesson, you will not understand who truly calls the shots in the Gongmen Family."
His words had not yet landed when he burst out yelling, his Mystic Iron Crutch spinning rapidly, sweeping towards Miyamoto Sakura with a Sweeping Thousands of Army momentum.
"You old fool, relying on age to sell old, do you think I’d be afraid of you?"
Miyamoto Sakura retorted without showing weakness. The Tianzhao Divine Sword flew out of its sheath, casting a golden light straight at him.
Sword and iron crutch collided in midair, thousands of sparks scattering with the wind. The faces of the combatants were illuminated intermittently by the sparkles, flickering between light and dark.
Miyamoto Sanfu’s heart was alarmed, his pupils violently contracting, his face full of disbelief.
"When did you reach the God Realm?"
Miyamoto Sakura smiled without answering. She leaped into the air, her sword shadow like a startling rainbow, cutting across the sky.
In an instant, cherry blossoms filled the sky, fluttering with the wind. And Miyamoto Sakura herself, like the Baihua Fairy, danced elegantly among the clouds.
Miyamoto Sanfu was naturally familiar with the Sakura Slash. He steadied his spirit and shouted loudly.
"Hmph, Miyamoto Sakura, even if you’ve entered the Divine Level, it’s only been a few days. Yet I’ve been there for ten years, you are still no match for me!"
Before the last word fell, his Mystic Iron Crutch turned into a giant black dragon, its huge mouth agape, lunging to swallow Miyamoto Sakura.
Seeing this scene, Miyamoto Sakura’s brows slightly furrowed. Her eyes twinkled, gathering Spiritual Power at the tip of her sword.
The sword tip flickered with golden light, and a phoenix encircled with flames cried out to the heavens, rushing towards the black dragon.
Facing the gaping maw of the black dragon, the Fire Phoenix showed no fear and directly fluttered its wings, passing through its razor-sharp mouth.
Seeing the black dragon devour the Fire Phoenix, Miyamoto Chuan and the others were ecstatic.
However, Miyamoto Sanfu’s expression was extremely grave, with a hint of shock in his murky eyes.
The Fire Phoenix suddenly erupted, shining brightly as the sun dispelling clouds, burning the black dragon to ashes.
Seeing this scene, Miyamoto Sanfu was shocked to his core, his survival instinct kicking in, he subconsciously tried to flee.
But it was already too late.
The Fire Phoenix passed directly through his body, leaving behind a ghastly, blood-drenched hole in his chest.