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Su Chen listened intently, gaining a clearer understanding and preparation for the realm of the Outer Circle.
Meanwhile, on the eastern coast of Great Xia, an ancient wooden ship quietly docked. The Sakura Sword God, Suzuki Kojiro, stepped down with an extraordinary grace, his deep gaze surveying the bustling land. He softly declared, "The sword masters of Great Xia, Suzuki Kojiro has arrived!" His arrival was not for mundane gains; he sought to engage with heroes from all walks of life, using the sword as a medium to refine his unparalleled swordsmanship.
Following closely behind, a magnificent giant ship cut through the waves. Onboard were Kaido Maru and other cherry blossom monsters from the Sakura Demon Realm, who descended one after another.
I caught a whiff of bloodlust. Yamata no Orochi, the terrifying being with eight heads and eight tails, pierced the air with its cold words. Its massive form seemed capable of spanning eight towering mountains and deep valleys, instilling awe in all who beheld it.
Yuki Onna furrowed her delicate brows slightly and spoke with a gentle yet authoritative tone, "Keep your movements small; do not disturb Great Xia."
"Rest assured, those who meet me will perish," Yamata no Orochi replied before transforming into a cloud of black mist and soaring towards Great Xia's territory.
Having been pent up for too long, it was eager to feast on blood.
Among the demons of the Sakura Demon Realm, only Yamata no Orochi and Kappa could fully master the secret art of transforming into human form due to their relatively shallow cultivation.
At this moment, the small and comical Kappa let out a series of strange laughs. "Gagaga! I can hardly contain myself; I am eager to enjoy slaughtering the geniuses of Great Xia at the upcoming grand event!"
Kappa's large head was adorned with a flat mouth resembling that of a frog, and its long limbs were webbed, making its appearance particularly odd among others. Though its laughter was unpleasant to hear, it deeply revealed its burning desire for battle and ambition for conquest.
Just then, Tengu reminded everyone in a steady tone, "Everyone must be cautious; do not let your guard down. While the Feng Shen Conference is important, our more crucial mission is to secretly collaborate with other factions to plot against Great Xia's fortune and seize it entirely."
"Understood!" they replied. "Great Xia, once a mighty dragon, cannot be underestimated. For a long time, it has borne heavy burdens for the Guardian clan while continuously battling against Alien Races, showing signs of fatigue and decline. With just a slight opportunity, we can completely crush it and enjoy the tempting fruits of victory."
The scene shifted to the distant north, where in the frozen realm of the extreme north, a colossal ship slowly crushed through thick ice. The Final anchored firmly at the edge of the continent like a slumbering giant beast.
A towering figure stepped onto the land with powerful muscles that resembled mountains. He wielded a thunderous hammer in his hand; his eyes sparkled with divine light, showcasing incredible strength and authority.
Behind him followed Loki, Nidhogg, and Death Goddess Hela. Loki's handsome face bore an air of untamed charm; his eyes flickered unpredictably as if hiding secrets unknown to others. His hair was a chaotic yet orderly dark red or deep black like the night sky—just as elusive as his personality.
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