From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 312 God Killing!

"Crane Group and Flower Group: All wiped out."

Miyamoto Shigeo's eyes widened in anger, his teeth clenched tightly, and he said unwillingly, "Currently, only the Wind Group and the Fire Group remain. Patriarch, what should we do?"

"Let the others retreat; leave this to me."

Genji lowered his eyelids and said calmly, "Since ancient times, wars against the Dragon King have always ended with swords, haven't they?"

"Homeowner!"

Miyamoto Shio's pupils contracted slightly; he sensed a death wish emanating from the young man.

"No need to say more, this is my duty."

Genji smiled slightly and said, "Don't forget, I am Amaterasu, who inherited the imperial bloodline. It should be me who cuts off the curse."

"Please forgive my bluntness, patriarch," Miyamoto Shigeo said in a deep voice, "with your current strength, facing the Yamata no Orochi alone will only result in your death!"

"No, I will win."

Genji stood by the open cabin door, his long black trench coat fluttering in the wind: "Because no one but me can stop it."

Ancient and solemn dragon script descended from the sky, transforming into the language of the gods and echoing across the heavens.

The domain of royal power enveloped the Red Well, forcefully suppressing the eight-headed serpent that was about to climb out of the well, forcing it to retreat once again.

"This is my mission!"

Genji gripped the hilts of his swords with both hands, and with a resounding clang, he drew his Spider Cutter and Child Cutter Yasutsuna.

Then, he leaped out of the cabin, his trench coat fluttering in the air, carrying two legendary demon-slaying swords and the domain of royal power, falling like a shooting star.

"Homeowner!"

Miyamoto Shio shouted loudly, but he couldn't stop it.

He knew very well that once Yuan Zhisheng went there, he might never come back; he went with the determination to die.

"No, there must be another way!" Veins bulged on Miyamoto Shigeo's forehead as he racked his brains for a possible way to defeat 'Yamata no Orochi'. He was sweating profusely, a sign of overworking his brain. However, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't find a way other than the method of Genjiro's corruption.

"Do we really have to do this?"

Miyamoto Shigeo's eyes glazed over as he slumped weakly into his chair, muttering, "Chisei, once you're injected with dragon blood, there's no turning back."

The only way for Genjiro to fight against Orochi is to let the dragon blood in his body exceed the critical blood limit.

Only by getting closer to dragons can you defeat them!

How ironic! In order to escape the curse of royal blood, they were forced to be corrupted and transformed into the loathsome dragons.

Just then, a voice came through the radio:
"Do you need my help?"

"Who are you?" Miyamoto Shigeo's expression changed slightly upon hearing the voice: "Genjiro? No, Kazama Ruri! Weren't you being guarded?"

"Hehe, I just asked them to do me a small favor."

Kazama Ruri's voice carried a hint of flippancy: "But none of that matters. What matters is... do you want to save Genjiro?"

"What's the meaning?!"

Miyamoto Shigeo paused for half a second, then said warily, "What trick are you trying to pull now, Kazama Ruri!"

"A trick? No, you misunderstand." Kazama Ruri chuckled. "I think I've already said that I only want to destroy this world, but before that, no one can take Genji's life, not even a god. He belongs to me!"

Genjiro fell straight down like a shooting star.

At this moment, Herzog, whose body was engulfed in gasoline, was shouting "God!" like a madman.

Looking at the crazed Herzog, Genji felt a mix of emotions. Herzog had once been the person he relied on most, someone he regarded as his 'father,' but now he was just a guy who had been bewitched by dragon blood and fallen into the path of demons.

"Behold, child, God!"

Herzog showed no sign of impending death, continuing to shout, "Soon, we will follow in the footsteps of our ancestors, like Izanagi in mythology, and become the new king!"

“No, no, Mr. Masamune.” Genji took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of his sword, and lowered his body. “This is the last time I will address you like this. Tachibana Masamune, take your resentment and ambition with you and disappear completely. The Snake-Headed Eight Families do not need the White King!”

Step forward, draw your blade.

Clang!
A bright flash of light appeared as Genji passed by Herzog, still in the stance of drawing his sword.

“A naive child.”

Herzog's eyes widened as he clutched the line of blood on his neck. His head rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Goodbye, Mr. Masamune."

Yuan Zhisheng silently mourned in his heart, then turned his gaze to the well opening, to the hideous monster there: "Now, it's your turn!"

He pushed off with his feet, the ground shook violently, and dirt flew everywhere as he propelled himself forward.

Words of Power: Royal Authority!
With the blessing of the royal domain, Genjiro's twin swords became as heavy as a thousand pounds, crashing down on the Yamata no Orochi that was climbing up the well.

Dojigiri Yasutsuna and Kumogiri, two legendary swords for slaying demons, easily cleaved through the pale scales thanks to the advantage of gravity. Brilliant sparks burst forth amidst the surrounding flames, illuminating Genji's indifferent, cold, and stone-carved face.

The cracked dragon scales caused the Yamata no Orochi to roar in fury, its eight pairs of savage golden eyes simultaneously locking onto the tiny creature.

The next moment, its tail, covered in ferocious spikes, suddenly lashed out in an arc of light.

As soon as Genji landed and regained his footing, he sensed the attack coming from above. He immediately crossed his arms, forming a cross shape with his two demon-slaying swords to defend and block.

boom! ! !
The sharp tailbone slammed down, its heavy force pressing down like a mountain.

Holding his twin swords to block Genjiro, veins bulged on his forehead as he squeezed out every inch of his flesh and blood to barely hold on and avoid being knocked down by a single blow.

It seemed as if the internal organs, bones, and flesh were about to be shattered by this blow!
"Is this the curse that has haunted the bloodline of the Snake Clan for so long?!" Genjiro struggled to raise his head, his pupils blazing with intense gold. As he exerted all his strength, he rolled awkwardly to the side: "The curse has afflicted us for over a thousand years, long enough. Today, it will all end!"

Without a moment to catch his breath, Genji quickly regained his footing, pushed his speed to the limit, and charged towards the Yamata no Orochi at the well's mouth.

Swish!
In less than a breath, Genji's figure suddenly turned into a blur.

"God, die!"

In the wind, the death knell tolled.

Genjiro's speed was so fast that even the sound of the wind seemed unable to keep up with his pace.

Was it a single strike? No, it was impossible to see clearly. Dense blade light poured down like mercury, the blades carrying intense wind pressure, sweeping away the eight-headed serpent at the edge of the well.

If Inuyama He were here, he would probably be astonished.

Because of the skills he had honed throughout his life, the incredible speed that the ninth level could unleash in an instant was easily surpassed by Genjiro at this moment!

(End of this chapter)