Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

The thing that Kotegawa Kami dislikes most is being accused of something, especially by a monster with a monk's head, who is simply treating him like a fool!

He untied his sword sheath, drew two longswords, and stepped forward.

The monk Qiuji's eyelids twitched, and he raised his hands: "Wait! I have something else to say!"

"explain."

The monk Qiuji stared intently at him: "You really don't want to come with us?"

Kotegawa then took another step.

The monk Qiuji's face immediately darkened. He retreated step by step and slowly said, "Then there is no other way. For the sake of peace in the world, and to prevent innocent people from losing their lives, I have no choice but to ask you to die to resolve the resentment in the Ghost Princess's heart."

"Grand Master Maoji, three elders, please join forces and kill this stubborn villain!" He spread his arms and shouted loudly.

A monk emerged from behind Akikichi, his pupils glowing with an eerie light, and his body emanating a tangible black mist.

Then, no one came out anymore.

Standing before the Kami of Kotegawa, the two monks confronting him looked back and forth.

The monk Qiuji shouted again, "Three elders! Three elders!"

He called out for a long time, but there was still no response, and he started to feel embarrassed.

The monk standing to the side spoke slowly, his voice deep: "Come out, Oni-hime."

Suddenly, the monk Qiuji next to him straightened up, his eyes bulged out, and his mouth opened wide.

A pale, ghostly figure floated down from his back. Black mist transformed into a tornado, enveloping him and Akikichi. When the mist dissipated, Akikichi's figure had vanished, leaving only a woman in a yukata, wearing a gold hairpin, and with a deathly pale face.

As soon as the Oni-hime appeared, she stared intently at Kotegawa Kami, her blood-red eyes filled with indescribable hatred.

Come to think of it, it makes sense. Imagine sitting at home waiting for a feast, only to have your home taken over before the feast even arrives. Who wouldn't be furious?

Kotegawa Kamimi was also looking at it; finally, they met!

"As agreed..." the last monk demon slowly said, "After you kill him, you will serve me."

"Of course! I'm the most trustworthy person!" The Demon Princess laughed sharply, raising her head and extending her sharp claws. In an instant, countless ghostly shadows appeared, each turning into a stream of light and sharp blades, smashing towards Kotegawa.

The monk beside it watched this scene with a fanatical gaze, and even let out a low growl of impatience.

Power! This is true power!

Kotekawa Kami raised his sword, and streaks of sword light appeared before him, slicing down all the ghostly figures.

The Ghost Princess looked on in surprise, and the monk was also surprised.

Only Kotegawa Kami didn't understand what they were thinking.

“Interesting…” the monk murmured, clasping his hands together, dark cracks appearing on his face. “Do you need my help?”

"No need!" Ghost Princess's face also revealed large, eerie patterns as she shrieked, "I haven't even used a tenth of my strength yet!"

Its figure trembled, and one ghost princess after another appeared behind it. Each ghost princess had a different posture: cold and beautiful, gentle and charming, playful, and some even exuded a burning aura of desire.

"Go, kill him for me!"

These clones are different from the shadow from before; each one is considered part of it and possesses a portion of its power.

A group of demon princesses let out a series of sweet, melodious laughs, then vanished, instantly surrounding Kotegawa Kami in the center. They then struck in a flash, leaving Kotegawa with nowhere to escape.

Feeling the threatening stinging pain coming from all parts of his body, Kotekawa Kami raised his second longsword without hesitation. Two phantom images of him appeared behind him, and then countless sword lights lit up out of thin air, turning into a rain of swords that crashed down.

【Ultimate Skill: Sakura Chaos】

Wounds immediately appeared on all the demon princesses' bodies. The sword rain imbued with Taoist true energy greatly harmed them. They let out piercing screams and scattered with a roar. Only one or two refused to believe it and tried to approach Kotegawa despite being injured, but before they could even touch him, their bodies were already scattered by the sword rain.

In the distance, long, thin wounds appeared on the face of the Ghost Princess herself. She froze, touching them in disbelief.

"Ah!" it let out an extremely piercing and furious shriek: "I will tear you apart! Monk, come at me together and help me cut off his hands and feet!"

The monk beside him chanted a Buddhist prayer, his face now covered in dark cracks. Then, his body swelled up, transforming into a gigantic, bald monk monster with a belly piled high with fat, and his dark pupils turned blood red.

"Kill him!" a muffled voice came from his mouth.

From a distance, Kamiko Kotekawa watched calmly.

This must be the true form of the monster monk, right? I've heard that there are quite a few monster monks in this country, and today I've finally seen one.

He memorized the name "Tian Du Temple," thinking that the place might be a den of monsters.

Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

Chapter Thirty: You Came, But You Want to Leave

The demon that the monk had transformed into possessed immense power. When it strode forward with a false expression of compassion, the ground around it trembled.

He threw a punch, and seeing that he couldn't take it head-on, Kotekawa retreated, simultaneously thrusting his longsword backward to force back the Oni-hime who was lunging at him from behind.

Countless pebbles and dirt flew in front of him, followed by the whistling of the wind rushing past his ears.

Kotekawa Kami now understands why one of the two divine messengers who chased after them died and the other was seriously injured.

The combined attack of these two monsters is more troublesome than any disaster.

He exhaled softly, a clear light shone in his eyes, and his figure vanished in an instant.

The grotesque giant monk, who had been wearing a benevolent smile, changed his expression slightly, stopped pushing, and turned his head to search around.

The Oni Princess let out a high-pitched shriek, and visible ripples instantly appeared in the air. The figure of Kotekawa Kami appeared from the side of the giant monk. He frowned, sheathed his sword, and retreated.

The giant monk caught up in a few steps, letting out a muffled roar from his nose, and his palm, as big as a fan, slammed down with a whoosh. This punch was enough to smash a person into a pulp!

Kotegawa stepped back expressionlessly, watching the large hand fall in front of him.

The giant monk then attacked with his other hand in a sumo wrestling stance.

Above his head, several ghostly maidens floated high in the air, each emitting a pleasant chuckle before suddenly descending.

Earth and rocks exploded one after another, and a thick cement wall was cracked by the huge impact, kicking up countless dust particles!

The demon princess landed lightly on the giant monk's shoulder, crossed her legs, and said in a lazy voice, "A little devil is just a little devil. So what if he has some ability? After I devour him, I'll take care of Ishikawa Yasuhiro. From now on, I'll be your demon."

The giant monk, with a compassionate expression, stared ahead with eyes larger than copper bells and said in a deep voice, "He's still alive!"

"Still alive? How is that possible?" Ghost Princess was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and looked ahead.

She knew all too well just how frail the human body was.

As the dust settled, a human-shaped silhouette slowly emerged from it.

Kamiko Kotegawa was not only not dead, but completely unharmed!

The Demon Princess screamed, "He's just a mere human! How could he be completely unharmed? You held back!"

The giant monk's eyes darted around, and he uttered a muffled voice: "You made a move just now too!"

The former immediately fell silent, staring intently ahead.

Kami Kotekawa dusted himself off: "Is that all?"

The giant monk took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and the patterns on his body glowed with purple light. His speed increased dramatically, and he leaped in front of Kotegawa in an instant. Before landing, he had already thrown a punch, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom.

The 1.86-meter-tall Furutekawa Kami was shorter than a five-year-old child in front of it.

The ghost princess who had been sitting on the giant monk's shoulder had already attacked first, with several of her hands holding hairpins, and she stabbed down hard.

"Pfft!" The hairpin pierced Kotegawa's body as he wished, blood splattering everywhere, and Onihime's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty pleasure.

The giant monk swung his fist down, and a head exploded like a watermelon.

His body slowly fell backward, kicking up another cloud of dust.

The Ghost Princess returned to the giant monk's shoulder, crossed her legs, tilted her head back, and laughed heartily.

"A brat is just a brat! Pathetic!"

The giant monk stood before the corpse, clasped his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

The Oni Princess then stuck out her slender tongue and licked the bloodstains on her palm.

"Huh?" She looked at the blood on her palm, a look of confusion suddenly appearing in her eyes. Why didn't she smell of blood?

The giant monk twitched his nose, and his crimson eyes, larger than copper bells, surveyed the surroundings again: "I don't smell any blood."

Ghost Princess's face darkened as she looked at the corpse on the ground: "Is this fake?"

A beam of clear, dark sword light seemed to cleave through the chaos, blooming deep within its pupils.

Sword light and ghostly shadows clashed, and the Ghost Princess's head was tossed high into the air.

Kotegawa Kami flicked the green blood off his longsword and looked up at the sky.

One of the demon princesses who was floating in the air earlier is missing.

"Can a clone die in place of the original? That's an interesting ability..." He looked at the original Oni Princess, who should have had her head chopped off just now, commented, and then added, "But it's nothing special, you can just kill her a few more times."

The ghost princess, floating in the air with a deathly pale face, gasped for breath, her eyes filled with resentment and fear. Looking at the longsword in Kotekawa Kamimi's hand, gleaming with a clear, metallic light, she subconsciously touched her neck. The feeling of death she had just experienced resurfaced. Her voice was high-pitched and trembling slightly: "Kill him! Kill this monster!"

The giant monk's upper body spun like a top, his fists whistling as he slammed behind him.

Kote Kawakami grunted, planted his longsword in the ground, lowered his legs slightly, and reached out with both hands to grab the two fists that were coming at him with lightning speed. Using the force of this, he let out a low shout: "Rise!"

The giant monk's expression suddenly changed, and his entire body involuntarily rose into the air.

As Kotekawa Kami landed firmly on his feet, his inner energy surged, and he spun around, creating a gust of wind that narrowly saved a group of attacking demon princesses.

"Bang!" The giant monk was violently slammed to the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground. It spat out a mouthful of blood, and its face turned ferocious and terrifying.

Kotekawa Kami stretched his wrists and neck, circled the giant monk who had gotten up, struck a pose, and beckoned with his palm: "Aren't you strong? Come on, let's go again!"

The giant monk pounded the ground repeatedly, his eyes turning bloodshot, and the purple patterns on his body becoming even brighter.

"Roar!"

It charged forward violently, like a furious bull.

Kotekawa Kami leaped high into the air and landed on its back, his arms as hard as refined steel, tightly wrapping around its neck.

His inner energy surged into flames, scorching the giant monk who roared and struggled desperately, while pebbles flew everywhere.

The demon princess, circling in the air waiting for an opportunity to attack, kept screaming, filled with a natural sense of fear.