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Just as this clansman looked up, he was met with a gaze from Tachibana Masamune, piercing through his disheveled hair, like that of a demon or a venomous snake.

The tribesman was so frightened that his face turned pale and he ran away without looking back.

After venting for about ten minutes, Tachibana Masamune finally calmed down.

There was nothing he could do but stop, mainly because his body wasn't the kind of powerful Deadpool-type. After a series of frantic stomping and stamping, his stamina was severely depleted, and he couldn't help but bend over, supporting himself on his knees with his hands, panting heavily.

"Master, you must be exhausted. Why don't you take a rest?"

Just as Tachibana Masamune was catching his breath, a mocking, cold laugh came from behind him.

The other party even patted Tachibana Masamune on the shoulder in a very considerate manner.

"who?!!"

Like a startled maggot, Tachibana Masamune suddenly arched his back and darted to the side.

They quickly increased the distance between themselves and the person behind them.

Tachibana Masamune was unsure who the person behind him was, but it was certainly not a member of the Snake-Headed Eight Family, because these family members could not have entered without his permission.

However, Tachibana Masamune also did not hear the reports from the clansmen outside, so the person who came close must have arrived here silently through the security personnel on the perimeter. Since the other party was able to sneak in without being noticed, they must be a master.

It wasn't until he had created a three-meter distance between himself and the latter that Tachibana Masamune looked up at him.

Whoosh~ The curtains in the main hall were slowly lifted by an unknown, eerie wind, and a figure wearing a pale, noble mask slowly walked out.

"Old friend, have you forgotten me so quickly?"

The courtier looked at the frightened Tachibana Masamune with a mocking smile.

His voice was very hoarse, like two pieces of glass rubbing against each other.

"What, what exactly are you?"

Tachibana Masamune stared in shock at the appearance of the court nobles.

No one knew the true identity of the nobleman better than him, because it was his alter ego and could never be impersonated.

Tachibana Masamune's first thought was of Genji.

Because only that boy would be so familiar with the high-ranking official that the king was playing, and only that traitor would go to such lengths to investigate him.

Masamune Tachibana assured that all his methods were kept secret, so why did the other party immediately claim to be an old friend?

Could it be?! Could it be?!

A figure flashed into Tachibana Masamune's mind instantly, as if a cold front from Siberia had swept over him, causing him to shiver violently.

Bondarev!

Although this fox-like man had schemed against him in the Arctic, he was ultimately killed by him in the waters off Japan, along with everything the man had painstakingly researched.

For example, technologies like evolution drugs and Deadpool are all the results of that man's work.

Tachibana Masamune felt he had consumed all of the other's value, but now the other had reappeared before him—was this some kind of zombie come back to life?!

For a moment, even the cunning Tachibana Masamune was dumbfounded.

He couldn't figure out what was in front of him.

"Who exactly are you, my old friend? Since we know each other, why don't we take off our masks and be honest with each other? Maybe we can sit down and have a drink."

Tachibana Masamune asked tentatively.

He glanced at the security personnel outside, braving the wind and rain.

Because of his previous attitude, the guards outside were too far away to notice anything unusual. What's worse, they were still vigilantly looking at the perimeter of the shrine, but they couldn't detect anything amiss inside the main hall.

Tachibana Masamune dared not call for help, because the aura of the court nobleman opposite him was too strange.

If he shouts for help and the other party suddenly attacks, his situation will be even more dangerous.

The shadow warrior in this physical body is not like the dead body of a king general; in terms of strength, he is only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. Therefore, at this moment, we must first stabilize the opponent and then carefully plan our next move.

Since it was a reunion of old friends, Tachibana Masamune felt that the other party, a court noble, would not come out with anything ruthless right away.

However, just as Tachibana Masamune was plotting how to deal with the court nobles next, the latter suddenly sneered, "I have a gift for you."

Immediately afterwards, a cold light flashed from the sleeve of the trench coat, and the knife fell swiftly.

puff!

A muffled, slicing sound rang out.

Tachibana Masamune stared blankly at his right arm, which was gushing blood.

No, to be precise, it's the base of the right arm.

Just now, the nobleman drew his sword in an instant and cleanly severed his right arm.

"Ah... mmm!"

A bloodcurdling scream, as shrill as a pig being slaughtered, suddenly escaped from Tachibana Masamune's mouth.

However, before it could spread, a highly corrosive cloth was stuffed into his mouth, and his scream turned into stammering.

"What, do you not like the gift from your old friend?"

The court nobleman approached with great enthusiasm, not forgetting to tighten the cloth shoved into Tachibana Masamune's mouth.

"Mmm! Ahh!"

Tachibana Masamune's painful scream was swallowed back down his throat.

His face was filled with fear, and he saw that the nobleman was carrying a huge package on his back, from which a drill coated with chili oil pierced through the package.

Is this guy carrying a bag of torture instruments?!

"Good heavens, so you think the gift from your old friend isn't big enough? Well then, I'll add some more for you," the nobleman continued.

A snort.

He swung his sword again, and Tachibana Masamune felt a stinging pain in his eyes as his pupils were pierced by the blade.

Tachibana Masamune never expected that a court noble would act so unpredictably. Without saying a word, he immediately chopped off one of his arms and then slashed out his eyes.

Now he can't even see.

The intense pain exploded directly, and Tachibana Masamune was in so much pain that he burst into tears on the spot.

"Seriously? You're moved to tears by such a small gift?"

The high-ranking official said in a playful tone.

He slowly removed his mask, revealing a young and handsome face.

It was Lin Ye.

"Who is it?! Ugh, don't mess with me!!"

Tachibana Masamune let out a painful roar, his mouth was gagged, and even the corrosive substance on it burned his throat, so his words were completely incoherent.

He was blind; he could no longer see at all and could only keep retreating.

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't rush me, I'll tell you when I'm done playing."

Lin Ye, carrying a knife and with a sinister smile on his face, slowly approached Tachibana Masamune.

A blinding white flash of lightning suddenly shone down, and the hall was filled with what appeared to be a chaotic dance of demons, utterly grotesque.

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Rumble!

Thousands upon thousands of thunderclaps exploded.

A pale white bolt of lightning shot down from the depths of the dark clouds, illuminating the main hall with flickering light.

On the wall, in that magnificent ukiyo-e print, the female ghost and the yaksha seemed to come alive, letting out hysterical screams.

Tachibana Masamune was blind, but not completely blind.

Ignoring the flowing blood, he tried his best to open his eyes and could barely make out the blurry outline of the person in front of him. He could only tell that the other person was very young, but he could not make out the other person's face at all.

The person in front of him sneered as they slowly walked towards him.

"Wait a minute, I can give you anything you want. We can sit down and talk things over properly. There's no need to do this."

As Tachibana Masamune retreated in alarm, he spoke urgently.

"Heh, the patriarch of the Snake Clan is injured like this, and you still want to negotiate? Or rather, will you give me that chance?"

Lin Ye said with a playful tone, but his steps never stopped.

"Of course I have that opportunity. The fact that you can hurt me shows that you are fully capable of doing so. I will not only promise you the terms you want, but we can even cooperate together."

Tachibana Masamune spoke very quickly, bringing out all the bargaining chips he could offer.

He has not given up on living even now.

Although he was a shadow warrior, his identity was extremely important. If he died here, it would almost certainly mean the end of his position as the head of the family.

After all, how could a dead patriarch possibly come back to life? Even if he forcibly continues to pretend, it will arouse suspicion and investigation from those with ulterior motives, and even his various actions will be restricted.

So to some extent, if he dies here and his body is discovered, it will inevitably mean that he has lost his power as the head of the family. However, he will still need this identity to carry out a series of steps in the godhood plan. Once he loses this identity, the godhood plan may be delayed indefinitely.

Another point.

The shadow warrior has a spiritual connection with the main body. Once the shadow warrior suffers intense pain, the main body will also experience the same pain.

The noblemen approaching him were clearly going to torture and kill him in an extremely brutal way, how could he not be intimidated?

"Since you're so sincere, then hand over your life," Lin Ye sneered.

"Don't kill me. I can give you unimaginable wealth, and this wealth will never be traced back to you. Even women and power, you can take them all. Just please don't kill me. Killing me will not do you any good."

Tachibana Masamune almost pleaded.

He was a cunning creature by nature, and faced with imminent death, he would naturally compromise. He would do anything, even eat excrement, let alone beg.

"Wealth, women, and power—these things can certainly bring pleasure, but..."

"but what?"

"But all of these things combined are not as comfortable as torturing you. It can even give me a kind of orgasmic pleasure." Lin Ye laughed coldly.