Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 453 Ha, the Heaven-Shattering Technique?

At dusk, on the East Sea.

Whoosh!

The sea and sky blend into one, the waves are like flying snow, white clouds and seagulls chase each other, and rainbows accompany the bright clouds.

A large ship sailed in from afar, its white sails embroidered with a golden alligator dragon.

The ship was heavily guarded, with people standing on it.

Suddenly, a high-pitched eagle cry rang out, splitting rocks and piercing the sky, its sound shaking the heavens. An eagle then circled down from the horizon, swooping down like a flying arrow.

It landed on a chubby arm.

He was a large, fat monk, wearing a loose orange robe, with a broad smile on his face. But when he took down the letter and read its contents, his smile froze.

"Ichishin, come in." An aged voice came from inside the cabin.

The fat monk dared not delay and hurriedly went inside to present the letter: "Your Majesty, please take a look."

A withered, thin old hand gently took the letter.

This was an old man dressed in yellow, with a withered face and a thin figure, but with a calm and peaceful expression.

He sat cross-legged in the hall, brewing tea and drinking it by himself.

Anyone who sees him for the first time would think he is an ordinary and kind old man, and would never imagine that he is the ruthless and extremely patient Emperor of Japan.

"Um?!"

The old emperor's expression changed drastically. "The people I sent are all dead?"

The fat monk, named Huan Sheng Yi Xin, was the top expert under the Emperor. He clasped his hands together and said softly, "Reporting to the Emperor, according to our scouts, there is a soaring sword aura in the Purple Bamboo Forest, accompanied by unparalleled thunder. Everyone within a ten-mile radius has been struck dead by lightning." He paused, shook his head, and sighed, "Our people are all gone."

With a crash, the teapot shattered. The old emperor's pupils contracted, his gaze sharp as an eagle's: "Ten miles!"

Huan Sheng nodded silently.

"The God of Swords truly lives up to his name."

The old emperor remained silent for a moment, and all the rage and resentment on his face vanished in a few breaths, returning him to his calm and composed demeanor.

"Issue the order." The old emperor's voice was calm as a still pool, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness. "Turn around and head to the West."

Huan Sheng was slightly taken aback, then revealed an admiring smile and bowed deeply: "The Emperor is able to bend and stretch, and avoid his sharp edge; he is truly a wise ruler."

"What else can we do but avoid their sharp edge?" The old emperor sneered, a deep chill flashing in his eyes. "Endure, endure until the three villains leave, only then can I continue my unfinished great undertaking."

He didn't say anything more, but slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the vast sea ripples with silvery scales. The ship remains dark and dim, its only outline visible.

Several people came aboard the ship, led by a burly giant with disheveled white hair.

This man is named Ju Erlang, and he is the junior brother of Huan Sheng Yixin.

He cursed fiercely, "Damn it, why don't you light a lamp when it's so dark?" Before he finished speaking, a lamp suddenly lit up at the stern of the boat.

Impatient, Jujiro called out the names of the ninjas on the ship one by one. These ninjas were all disciples of their "Gennin Sect". With his senior brother Gensei wholeheartedly joining the old emperor's command, they had become de facto guards.

But after waiting for a long time, no one answered.

Ju Erlang's heart sank, when he suddenly heard his subordinate say in a trembling voice, "Senior brother, look behind you!"

He frowned and turned his head, and saw a small boat carrying a lone lamp sailing towards him. Under the moonlight, the lamp flickered, and a white figure could be vaguely seen standing there.

Suddenly, the lights flashed and appeared on the ship!

Everyone was stunned and utterly terrified, while Ju Erlang was on high alert, shouting sharply, "Who goes there?"

The lamplight flickered, casting the silhouette of a man.

He wore a white robe and black boots, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his face as handsome as jade, exuding an ethereal beauty. His wide robe and sleeves revealed his right hand, with long, slender fingers, gently holding an oil lamp.

Ju Erlang asked fiercely, "What are you doing?"

The man laughed heartily, "My surname is Ren, and I work for you."

Ju Erlang was taken aback and whispered, "Surname Ren?" He suddenly looked up to take a closer look.

At first glance, this person seemed divine, but upon closer inspection, he resembled a sword, a peerless divine sword towering ten thousand feet high!

His surname is Ren, he wears a white robe, is quite handsome, and has a great presence!
Ju Erlang was startled and blurted out, "You are the Sword God of the Central Plains!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Heh, not stupid at all." He straightened his body slightly, and his aura suddenly became stronger.

In an instant, Ju Erlang's heart pounded like thunder, his throat went dry, and he was unable to speak.

Ren Shaoyang didn't even look at him, only glancing sideways: "Don't hide, come out." "Ren the Sword God truly has excellent hearing!"

A large, fat monk emerged from the shadows on the ship's side; it was none other than the Illusionary Saint, Yixin.

Huan Sheng stood ten feet away from the white-robed figure, clasped his hands together, and said, "May I ask what brings you here?"

"It's nothing." A faint smile appeared in Ren Shaoyang's eyes. "Just here to kill you all."

"Baka!" Jujiro yelled, "What did you say?!"

Huan Sheng Yixin also said with a cold expression, "Sword God Ren, don't you know that this is the Japanese Emperor's warship? Do you want to cause a conflict between the two countries and completely offend the entire world?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "No, it is your Emperor who has completely offended me—when I stepped onto this ship, he did not even kneel to greet me; he has already deserved to die."

Everyone's expression changed, and Ju Erlang shouted fiercely, "Everyone, attack together!"

The ninjas drew their swords, ready to attack, when suddenly the white-robed figure opposite them sighed softly, "Escape to the Netherworld."

Click!

Suddenly, the ship shuddered, and the deck bulged and shattered, the seawater like swords, transforming into a vast forest of swords that surged out from beneath their feet.

In an instant, a series of clanging sounds were heard as the Japanese swords fell, and the ninjas were suddenly split in two from waist to head, swept away by the sea.

Just then, a fierce wind suddenly came from above, and Ju Erlang raised his leg in mid-air and kicked fiercely.

He wore specially made iron shoes, with steel nails all over the soles. If someone were kicked in the shoes, it would be like being trapped in a tiger's mouth, and a large chunk of flesh could be torn off.

However, Ren Shaoyang did not dodge. He only glanced at him. Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared. Ju Erlang immediately felt his legs lighten and his body go limp. He flew forward and crashed onto the deck.

Ju Erlang was shocked and tried to jump up, but suddenly felt a sharp pain. He looked down and let out a horrifying scream: "Ah~! My leg!"

His lower body was seen lying about ten feet away, his internal organs and blood splattered all the way!
Clearly, the Sword God had only glanced at him before severing him in mid-air. The kill was instantaneous, and the skill of his swordsmanship was beyond imagination!
Startled, Ju Erlang could no longer hold on. He cried out and collapsed to the ground, dying instantly. Blood gushed from his cavity, and filth splattered everywhere.

Seeing his junior brother die such a horrific death.

Huan Sheng's face turned ashen. As Ren Shaoyang looked at him, he suddenly conjured more than a dozen figures, overlapping and spreading out to the left and right, like a phoenix spreading its wings.

The technique he used was called the Phantom Clone Technique, which was best at bewitching the mind and attacking the opponent's weak points when they were unprepared.

However, Huan Sheng never expected that his tried-and-true moves would be as crude and unsatisfactory as a child playing a game of jumping back and forth in Ren Jianshen's eyes.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled lightly, "Are you kidding me?" His smile was gentle, and his starry eyes shone brightly, just like two cold stars.

Huan Sheng felt a chill run down his spine, as if his heart was being gripped tightly.

"No, no way!" Illusion Saint thought to himself, "He's been watching me the whole time, could he have seen through my illusion?" Thinking this, cold sweat beaded on his forehead. "No, I must strike first, I have to..."

Before he could decide, a gentle breeze swept by, and the lone lamp in Ren Shaoyang's hand seemed to flicker.

"Well!"

With a muffled groan, the phantom dispersed and then reassembled, merging back into the true form of the Illusionary Saint.

He paused slightly, looked down, and saw blood gushing from his chest like a spring. His breathing became rough and labored, as if he had been possessed, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

"How did you discover my true form?"

Ren Shaoyang sighed: "Practicing martial arts is practicing martial arts, and performing magic tricks is performing magic tricks. You're mixing them up. It's a miracle you've survived this long."

"You~!"

The fat monk was heartbroken and could no longer hold on. He coughed up a mouthful of blood several feet away and fell backward.

"This person is even more petty than me."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and looked down at the deck. He saw a huge crack and could clearly feel the giant ship tilting.

Clearly, when the "Escape to the Netherworld Sword" technique was used, the seawater was used as a sword to pierce the hull, causing the water to back up. Coupled with the cutting effect of the sword energy, the entire ship will soon disintegrate.

"Well, let's wrap up early." Ren Shaoyang stood with one hand holding a lantern and the other on his waist. "I still have to go to the palace to meet up with Little Beggar."

Just then, an old voice suddenly came: "You can't go!"

Before he finished speaking, a fierce palm storm arose, its energy as powerful as a mountain wall, crashing down. However, the moment it touched him, he suddenly felt nothing!
Ren Shaoyang's figure appeared like the moon reflected in a well, rippling outwards before suddenly disappearing.

With a crack, the old emperor's seemingly effortless palm strike sent splinters flying across the deck, creating a large crater.

Huh?
What about people?

The old emperor stopped what he was doing in disbelief and looked around.

Suddenly, he heard someone laughing from a high place. The old emperor looked up and saw the white-robed figure standing atop the mast, like a beam of moonlight cut from the sky, melting and shimmering.

"Heh, the Shattering Heaven Technique?"

(End of this chapter)