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The dazzling light of the lightning faded, revealing a massive pit several meters deep where Murata Kazuki had stood, but he was nowhere to be found. The flames on Honda Tashun gradually extinguished, leaving his clothes in tatters. He sat despondently on the grass, the dim light casting shadows on his face, revealing his terrified expression and slightly trembling body.
"Is this still human? How can one wield the power of lightning?" If it weren't for the intense burning pain coursing through him, Honda Tashun would have thought he was dreaming.
Regaining his senses, Honda Tashun's first instinct was to kneel before Jiang Chen. "Mr. Jiang, I was blind to your greatness and have offended you. Please forgive me," he pleaded.
It wasn't that Honda Tashun feared death; he now regarded Jiang Chen as a deity and felt no shame in bowing before such a being. Jiang Chen paid him no mind; such a minor character was not worth his attention.
Seeing that Jiang Chen ignored him, Honda Tashun knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. The authority Jiang Chen exuded was overwhelming; Honda Tashun gazed at him as if he were an ant looking up at a dragon, filled with a sense of helplessness. He wished he could slap himself for opposing someone like Jiang Chen. Just moments ago, he had considered having the Takeda Family deal with him, but now it seemed that the Takeda Family could barely protect themselves.
The members of the Tengye Family lay on the ground, pretending to be dead, terrified that lightning would strike them as well.
The rain began to pour heavily. With his current cultivation level, Jiang Chen could summon winds and rain and command thunder and lightning effortlessly. The dark clouds and lightning were trivial matters; true dark clouds could shroud galaxies, and real lightning could destroy a planet.
"Now hand over the Kunlun Divine Mirror, and I might consider sparing a few descendants of your Takeda Family. If you continue to resist, I will ensure that your family is wiped out—men and women alike, young and old," Jiang Chen spoke in a deep voice that rumbled like thunder.
Takeda Dairo rose from the ground and looked at Jiang Chen with a complex expression filled mostly with rage. The Takeda Family revered the spirit of bushido, and as Clan Leader, he felt compelled to set an example; even if it meant committing seppuku, he would not yield.
"If you want the Kunlun Divine Mirror, then kill me and step over my corpse," Takeda Dairo said through gritted teeth, suddenly resolute.
"You have quite the spirit! Since you seek death, I shall grant your wish," Jiang Chen replied with a playful smile.
"Wait," Takeda Dairo suddenly interjected.
"What is it? Do you not wish to die this way?" Jiang Chen chuckled lightly.
"I am not afraid of death. Before you kill me, there is something I must tell you. You have ruined my daughter's wedding tonight; do you know that you have offended someone you should not have? Even with your great powers, you cannot escape retribution. If you kill me now, someone will come for you later; we shall meet again on the road to the underworld," Takeda Dairo sneered coldly.
"Oh really? What other cards do you hold?" Jiang Chen asked with newfound interest. As one approaches death, their words often carry weight. This Takeda Dairo had witnessed Jiang Chen's power yet dared to speak such words—could it be that his son-in-law had significant backing?
"If we are talking about trump cards, our Takeda Family is your trump card. Even if you kill me tonight, what then? You think you can escape punishment for killing in our Island Nation?" Takeda Dairo declared boldly as befitting the Clan Leader of the Takeda Family.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh at this boldness.
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