209: Chapter 209: Killing the Heart 209: Chapter 209: Killing the Heart “Father…
A sinister light stirred above the valley, and that chilling call echoed through, accompanied by sounds that were neither crying nor laughing but eerily resonated.
A ghostly chill swept through as the wind howled, the sky gradually darkened, and the wailing of lost souls faded in and out, alongside sinister laughter and screams, as if transforming the valley into the Netherworld.
Miyamoto Mutten’s complexion drastically changed; he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his body emanated overwhelming Spiritual Light.
He firmly grasped the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword in his hand.
However, his body trembled and his pupils constricted, for he saw a person, someone he wished he could tear into a thousand pieces—his nemesis.
In the void, ripples spread.
Ye Xuan, dressed in black, was stepping down from the heavens.
His smile was as warm as a spring breeze, and no hint of murderous intent could be sensed around him.
He simply smiled, gazing at Miyamoto Mutten in the valley.
Ye Xuan gently clapped his hands and spoke with a smile, “Brother Miyamoto truly has exquisite taste, cultivating in this pure land.
Miyamoto Mutten’s face was as dark as water.
He stepped backward, his body’s Spiritual Light completely enveloping him, his eyes filled with shock and anger.
Without any superfluous words, Miyamoto Mutten transformed into a beam of light and shot towards the distance.
He did not know how Ye Xuan had found him, but Miyamoto knew that if he did not flee, he would certainly die at Ye Xuan’s hands.
Blood filled the sky, Fengtian trapped the earth, and before Miyamoto Mutten could escape the valley, terrible lights rose from all directions, thoroughly blocking his way and leaving him no path for escape.
No way to heaven, no door into the earth, this was Ye Xuan’s trap—a Great Formation laid down by him.
Although Miyamoto Mutten was a Cultivator in the Body Integration Realm, breaking through this formation was certainly not something that could be done in a short time.
Ye Xuan looked disappointed and slowly shook his head, “Brother Miyamoto, we have known each other for a long time.
Why must you run upon seeing me?
How about we have a small drink here, and dissolve our grievances?”
Ye Xuan strolled out from the void, and as his sleeves fluttered, a stone table and two stone stools appeared in the valley, with two jade cups and a bottle of fine wine laid out on the table, as if he truly intended to drink with Miyamoto Mutten.
The wind was light, and the clouds were calm, untainted by dust.
Ye Xuan gracefully seated himself on the stone stool.
He poured a cup of wine for himself and drank it in one gulp, exuding an air of leisurely contentment.
“Ye Xuan, if you want to kill me, kill me; there’s no need for these pretenses.”
Miyamoto Mutten’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared at Ye Xuan.
Since he could not run, he could only confront Ye Xuan, even if it meant fighting to his death.
“No, no, no, Brother Miyamoto, you misunderstand me.
There are just some people who wish to see you, and I, being a compassionate person, naturally cannot bear to deny their request,” Ye Xuan said with a gentle smile.
The gloomy light oscillated, and wailing souls screamed.
A beam of light plunged down, and suddenly, a Soul Capturing Banner appeared before Miyamoto Mutten’s eyes, with the terrifying sounds of screaming coming from the banner.
“Father, it hurts so much…
why won’t you come save me?”
The malevolent spirits wailed mournfully in their ghostly language.
As the Soul Capturing Banner waved, a multitude of malevolent spirits emerged; their eyes bleeding, their dark, ghastly pupils bulging as they stared fixedly at Miyamoto Mutten.
Watching the lost souls and malevolent spirits, and seeing the bleeding eyes and grotesque pallid faces of the Japanese prince and princess, Miyamoto Mutten’s face turned ashen, his steps staggering backward.
Miyamoto Mutten roared pitifully, grinding his teeth, his gaze toward Ye Xuan filled with an indescribable hatred.
If looks could kill, Ye Xuan would have been slain by Miyamoto Mutten millions of times over.
you have a cruel heart…
Not only did you slay them…
you also turned them into malevolent spirits…” Miyamoto Mutten trembled and bellowed, tears streaming down from his eyes, his look toward his children filled with undeniable sorrow.
Ye Xuan slowly shook his head, “Brother Miyamoto, you can’t blame me for this.
I promised them that as long as you appeared before me, I would spare your family’s lives and even be willing to let bygones be bygones between us.”
Ye Xuan sighed, saying, “What a pity.
I gave Brother Miyamoto a chance, but you failed to cherish it.
And I, as a person, tend to keep my promises.
Since you did not appear, and I said I would slaughter your entire family, I definitely would.”
“Their deaths, they are all because of you, Brother Miyamoto.”
As Ye Xuan’s words resonated, Miyamoto Mutten’s face turned ghastly pale, his body trembled, tears incessantly flowing from his eyes, and a sky-shattering roar erupted from his mouth.
“Ye Xuan, you despicable villain, even if I, Miyamoto Mutten, die and my soul scatters today, I will tear apart your body into thousands of pieces.”
“Tear apart into thousands of pieces?”
A cold smirk appeared on Ye Xuan’s lips as he disdainfully shook his head, “Brother Miyamoto, don’t you find it strange?”
“Why was I able to find you?”
“It’s not that I wouldn’t let you go; rather, your children are blood-related to you.
I merely followed their lead here, generously allowing your family to reunite.”
Miyamoto Mutten roared pitifully, holding the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword in his hand.
The terrifying Spiritual Light enveloped him, as though he was about to strike Ye Xuan at any moment.
Before Miyamoto Mutten could make a move, something utterly shocking happened, causing the Spiritual Light that surged around his body to become extremely chaotic.
I’m eternally roasted by the Netherworld Fire…
“Your Majesty, I will kill you, kill you.”
Miyamoto Mutten’s children were eerily smiling at him, their pale hands transforming into terrifying ghost claws, reaching for Miyamoto Mutten, their bulging eyes full of intense resentment.
Miyamoto Mutten kept retreating, his voice trembling, clinging tightly to the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, his eyes toward his children filled with disbelief.
The Japanese prince tilted his head, grinning sinisterly.
His eyes malevolently fixated on Miyamoto Mutten, and his voice chillingly said, “Father…
Ye Xuan twisted my neck and killed me…
if you had come to save me…
how could I have died so miserably at his hands?”