Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

With his soul controlled, Miyamoto Kojiro's body froze in mid-air, unable to move an inch.

The powerful spiritual energy of a Martial Saint was completely halted at this moment, rendering all counterattacks ineffective.

The eight thick tentacles seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and lashed out simultaneously.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Heavy bombardments rang out one after another.

Several tentacles slammed into Miyamoto Kojiro's body, the immense force instantly piercing through his protective spiritual energy.

The cracking sound of bones breaking mingled with the roar as Miyamoto Kojiro was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His meridians were damaged in many places, and his condition deteriorated rapidly, with blood staining his robes.

After being attacked, the binding force quietly dissipated.

Once Miyamoto Kojiro regained his mobility, the ferocity and rage in his eyes were completely ablaze.

Having dominated the martial arts world for many years, he rarely suffered such a severe injury, and his reputation was almost completely destroyed in this sea area.

"hateful!"

With a furious roar that echoed across the sea, Miyamoto Kojiro gripped the twin swords at his waist with both hands.

The long-dormant dual-sword technique was instantly activated, unleashing two distinctly different and chilling sword auras simultaneously.

One strike is fierce and domineering, capable of splitting mountains and cleaving seas; the other is cunning and unpredictable, taking lives silently.

The two blade energies intertwined and swirled, transforming into a terrifying double-edged blade wheel that crushed down from the sky.

A barrage of sword lights blocked all angles, densely covering the octopus's massive body.

The eighth-tier blind octopus struggled to parry with its tentacles, but was repeatedly defeated by the dual-wielding style's deadly offensive.

Clang! Snap!

The hard tentacles broke off one after another, and blood rained down from the sky.

After several fierce attacks, the eighth-order blind octopus was completely extinguished, and its massive body crashed into the sea.

Miyamoto Kojiro stood in the sky, his breathing disordered, blood seeping from his wounds, and the aura of a martial saint around him greatly weakened.

His severe injuries put him in a difficult position.

If they continue to pursue Lin Ran, they will most likely be drawn into another deadly battle, their injuries will worsen completely, and they may even perish far from home.

If they immediately return to the Sakura Kingdom to recuperate, they can protect themselves and safely restore their cultivation.

Miyamoto Kojiro frowned, unable to make a decision for a long time.

Before he could come up with a solution, the deafening roar of the deep sea below resounded once more.

The entire sea area trembled violently, and giant waves piled up one after another, rising wildly.

An even more violent and powerful pressure from an eighth-tier alien beast erupted from the deep sea.

Boom!

A massive black shadow, hundreds of feet tall, broke through the water and soared into the sky, obscuring a large portion of the heavens.

This eighth-order octopus was much larger than the previous blind octopus, with tentacles as thick as giant pillars and a sticky sheen on its body.

The moment the giant octopus appeared, it immediately locked onto Miyamoto Kojiro.

Its eyes were bloodshot and fierce, exuding a terrifying aura that intimidated the entire sea area.

Several towering tentacles swept across simultaneously, carrying the power to overturn the sea, and crashed down with a deafening roar.

Miyamoto Kojiro's expression changed drastically. He forcibly gathered his remaining spiritual power and hastily parried with his twin swords.

Bang!

A tremendous force crashed down on him, causing his twin swords to tremble violently, his arm wounds to tear open, and blood gushing out.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, and his internal blood and qi surged out of control.

He clearly sensed that, in his severely injured state, he was utterly powerless to contend with this peak eighth-tier alien beast.

Continuing to stubbornly persist will only lead to certain death.

They abandoned their fighting and turned to retreat rapidly toward the coast of Japan.

The giant, eighth-order octopus was filled with murderous intent and refused to let its prey go easily. It swung its massive body and relentlessly pursued its prey.

Its enormous body churned up thousands of miles of sea, creating towering waves, and followed Miyamoto Kojiro toward the shore.

A man and a beast, one fleeing and one chasing, arrived at a coastal city in the land of cherry blossoms in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

The giant octopus's enormous body crushed onto the shore, its heavy form slamming into the ground, causing the entire city to tremble violently.

Its massive body stretches across the coast, blocking out the sunlight and casting shadows over large parts of the city.

Thick tentacles swung wildly, sweeping across coastal defenses and street buildings.

Bricks and stones crumbled, buildings collapsed, and the sounds of explosions, screams, and cries echoed throughout the city.

Coastal cities were instantly plunged into a massive disaster, with the death toll soaring.

"What kind of monster is that?"

"Help! A sea monster has come ashore!"

"Someone please save us!"

"Is Heaven going to destroy our cherry blossom country?"

Countless civilians scattered and fled in terror, trying to avoid the rampaging tentacles.

The low-level martial artists in the city rushed forward to stop it, but their swords and weapons only splashed sparks when they struck the octopus's shell, causing no damage whatsoever.

With a casual sweep of a tentacle, several martial artists coughed up blood, flew backward, and died on the spot.

The oppressive aura of a peak eighth-tier beast has a natural suppressive effect on lower-level martial artists.

Even ordinary seventh-level martial artists would perish if they arrived on the battlefield and faced with the behemoth's immobilization technique and ferocious attacks.

Miyamoto Kojiro landed on the shore, looking at the chaos in the city and the rampaging beasts, his face extremely gloomy.

He knew there was no way to retreat now; if the behemoth was allowed to continue its slaughter, the entire coastal city would be completely destroyed.

Even though he was already at his last gasp, he could only suppress his internal injuries, raise his hand to issue orders, and gather the remaining warriors in the city.

"All troops, form ranks! Hold the line and hold off the beasts' attack!"

The surviving warriors of the Sakura Kingdom gritted their teeth and formed a battle formation, barely managing to stop the octopus's indiscriminate slaughter.

Just as the situation was becoming increasingly dangerous, an elderly man dressed in a black traditional kimono slowly walked out from the depths of the city.

The old man walked steadily, surrounded by a strange and dark spiritual energy, and went straight to Miyamoto Kojiro's side.

"Sword Saint, if you are willing to offer more warriors' flesh and blood to my king, my king will help you slay this fiend!"

Miyamoto Kojiro's gaze was icy as he stared intently at the rampaging giant octopus, his tone calm and collected.

"The samurai of Sakura Kingdom must not be killed anymore. I am already preparing for the Blue Star Martial Arts Tournament. Many martial artists will come to Sakura Kingdom then, which will surely satisfy your king!"

The old man gently shook his head, his attitude resolute, showing no sign of backing down.

"No, no, no, my king is talking about now, not later."

"How dare you speak to me like that under normal circumstances?" Miyamoto Kojiro's spiritual energy surged slightly, his tone carrying a chilling pressure.

The old man met Miyamoto Kojiro's gaze without fear: "The Sword Saint has never suffered such a severe injury before!"

"You think I wouldn't dare kill you?" Miyamoto Kojiro's eyes flashed with murderous intent, his voice cold and piercing.

"Even with your injuries, killing you would be an easy task for me!"

The old man spoke calmly: "Killing me would be as easy as turning one's hand, Sword Saint, but what about the common people of this city?"

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Kojiro's expression darkened slightly.

His gaze swept over the crying and fleeing civilians and the constantly falling warriors, as he weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

After a moment, he made his decision and gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Alright, I agree. As long as your king can help me slay this eighth-tier octopus, all the warriors who participated in this battle will die in the line of duty, and the outside world will only know that they died in the mouth of the eighth-tier octopus!"

The old man bowed respectfully.

"The Sword Saint was indeed wise!"

Miyamoto Kojiro said impatiently, "Enough with the nonsense, tell your king to make his move quickly!"

"That's how it should be."

The old man said no more, and quickly formed hand seals, as dark spiritual energy rapidly gathered in his palms.

A pitch-black summoning array spread out on the ground, with eerie green ghost flames burning fiercely.

A ferocious and burly figure slowly emerged from the formation.

This monster had a head full of messy hair, a ferocious curved horn on its head, and red skin all over its body. It was also a large and robust creature.

He wore a coarse, checkered fabric over his upper body and a dark red trousers skirt around his lower body. His face was ugly and fierce, and he exuded an aura of evil.

The old man bowed and knelt, shouting loudly.

"Your Majesty, please slay the beast!"

The red-skinned monster's eyes gleamed with ferocity, and its voice was hoarse and rough, filled with endless greed.

"Remember my offerings; if you break your promise, I will devour you all!"

The old man quickly responded, his attitude extremely humble.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, the Sword Saint will certainly not break his promise!"