From Hokage to Visionary

The scorching flames shot up into the sky, like a pillar of fire connecting the sky and the earth.

The flames caused by the explosion of napalm instantly ignited the entire Red Well. The high temperature of thousands of degrees could even melt rocks. The white mycelium covering the edge of the well wall was burned by the flames. The heat wave in the sky brought up a storm, illuminating most of the night sky red.

"Great! We made it!"

"This time, this guy is definitely dead!"

Cheers from the crowd were heard on the radio communication channel.

"If only it were that easy."

Yuan Zhisheng muttered to himself and silently tightened the hilt of the knife.

As if to confirm his words, just as everyone held their breath and waited for the result, eight pairs of golden eyes like huge candles lit up deep in the smoke-filled wellhead.

The depths of the eight pairs of vertical pupils that were as hot as molten gold exuded terrifying cruelty and hatred, locking onto those lowly creatures that dared to attack the God. With a soul-shaking roar, the smoke and dust were torn apart, and the 'God' once again climbed out of the Red Well.

The pale scales were covered with flames, and a large amount of blood gushed out from them. Even the scales in many places were torn apart by the explosion, revealing the blood-red muscle and tendon tissue inside.

At this moment, the Yamata-no-Orochi was like a demon returning from the underworld, its eight heads roaring the most vicious curse in the world. It had just emerged from the cocoon, and as long as it left this place and took a short breath, it would be able to recover more strength, and then it would be able to easily destroy these tiny creatures.

"Damn it, keep suppressing me! Suppress me!" Miyamoto Shio shouted loudly, shocked and angry.

Four helicopters hovered in the air, adjusted their angles and descended, preparing to continue suppressing the enemy with Vulcan cannons.

However, the Yamata no Orochi's long, ferocious tail, like a stream of light, dragged a flowing arc of light and flashed across the dark night.

It was like the flash of a sword slashed by a peerless swordsman, its dazzling light once suppressed the searchlight.

scoff!

A second later, the four helicopters were neatly cut off, and the smooth fracture marks were like mirrors.

The trace left by the long tail with ferocious bone spurs still lingered in the air, like a white arc of light that separated the entire night sky, making it difficult to tell whether it was an illusion or reality.

It was not until the four helicopters crashed that the others suddenly realized what was happening.

"Ama Murakami!" Herzog, who was set on fire by the gasoline bomb, was still laughing fiercely: "Did you see it? That sword that can cut the world apart! The Ama Murakami from the mythical legend!"

In the myth, Susanoo took the divine sword Ame-no-Habe, which was given by his father god Izanagi, to kill the Yamata-no-Orochi, but the sword broke when he was cutting up the snake's body. Then he found the divine sword named "Ame-no-Musukune" in the snake's tail.

If Orochi had not drunk alcohol and fallen asleep when he was killed, the result would not be that Yamata no Orochi died under Ame-no-Habe-slashing, but that Susanoo died in Ame-no-Musukomo.

No one could have imagined that the mythical sword of Ame Murakumo was actually the sharp bone at the end of the long tail of the Yamata no Orochi!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 312 God Killing!

"Crane Group and Flower Group. All of them were killed."

Miyamoto Shixiong's eyes widened with anger, he gritted his teeth and said unwillingly: "At present, only the Wind Team and the Fire Team are left. Patriarch, what should we do?"

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

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Since ancient times, wars with Dragon Kings have always ended with swords, right?"

"Homeowner!"

Miyamoto Shio's pupils shrank slightly. He actually sensed a determination to die from the young man.

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

Yuan Zhisheng smiled slightly and said, "Don't forget, I am the 'Amaterasu' who inherited the royal blood. It is me who should break the curse."

"Excuse me for being blunt, Patriarch." Miyamoto Shio said in a deep voice, "With your current strength, facing the Yamata no Orochi alone will only lead to your death!"

"No, I will win."

Yuan Zhisheng stood by the open cabin door, his long black windbreaker rustling: "Because no one can stop it except me."

The ancient and solemn dragon script dropped from the sky and turned into the language of God, echoing in the sky.

The domain of royal power enveloped the Red Well, forcing the Yamata no Orochi, which was about to crawl out of the well, to retreat again.

"This is my mission!"

Gen Chisei held the handles on both sides of the sword with both hands, and the Spider-Kiri and Douji-Kiri Yasunari were unsheathed with a loud bang.

Then, he leaped out of the cabin in one step, his windbreaker fluttering in the sky, and fell like a meteor, carrying with him two legendary demon-slaying swords and the domain of royal power.

"Homeowner!"

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

He knew very well that Yuan Zhisheng might never come back after this trip, and he went there with the determination to die.

"No, there must be another way!" Veins bulged on Miyamoto Shio's forehead as he kept thinking in his mind about possible ways to defeat the Yamata-no-Orochi. A lot of sweat oozed out of his body, which was a sign of overusing the brain. However, no matter how he thought, he could not find a way other than the fall of Minamoto Chisei.

"Do we really have to do this?"

Miyamoto Shio's eyes were blank, and he collapsed on the chair powerlessly, muttering, "Chisheng, once you inject the dragon's blood, there will be no turning back."

The only way for Genjiro to fight against the Yamata-no-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 the royal blood, he had to be deeply eroded and transformed into a disgusting dragon.

At this moment, a voice came over the radio:

"Do you need my help?"

"You are..." Miyamoto Shio's face changed slightly when he heard the voice: "Genjiro? No, Kazama Ruri! Aren't you being guarded?"

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

There was a hint of frivolity in Fengjian Liuli's voice: "But none of this matters. What matters is, do you want to save Yuan Zhisheng?"

"What's the meaning?!"

Miyamoto Shio was stunned for half a second, and said vigilantly: "What tricks are you trying to play? Kazama Ruri!"

"A trick? No, you misunderstood."

Feng Jian Liuli chuckled and said, "I should have said it before, I just want to destroy this world, but before that, no one can take Yuan Zhisheng's life, not even God, he belongs to me!"

Yuan Zhisheng fell straight down like a meteor.

At this moment, Herzog, whose body was set on fire by gasoline, seemed like a madman, shouting "God".

Looking at the crazy Herzog, Yuan Zhisheng felt mixed emotions deep in his heart. He used to be the person he relied on the most and he even regarded him as his 'father', but now... he was just a guy who was bewitched by dragon blood and fell into the path of evil spirits.

"Look, Zhisheng, God!"

Herzog had no idea that he was going to die, and he continued to shout, "Soon, we will follow the path of our ancestors and become the new king like Izanagi in the myth!"

"No, I won't, Mr. Masamune." Genji took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of the knife, and lowered his body: "This is the last time I will call you this, Tachibana Masamune, take your hatred and ambitions and disappear completely. The Snake Eight Clan does not need the White King!"

Step forward and draw your sword.

Clang!

A bright flash of sword light appeared, and Yuan Zhisheng passed by Herzog, keeping the posture of drawing the sword.

"What a childish person."

Herzog's eyes widened, he covered the blood on his neck, his head rolled to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain.

"Goodbye, Mr. Masamune."

Yuan Zhisheng mourned silently in his heart, and then cast his gaze towards the wellhead and the ferocious monster: "Now, it's your turn!"

He exerted force with his feet, the ground shook violently, and mud splashed, and he used the force to rush out.

Word Spirit·Royal Power!

With the blessing of the royal domain, Yuan Zhisheng's double swords were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they slammed down on the Yamata no Orochi that had climbed up the wellhead.

Douji-kiri Yasutsuna and Spider-kiri, two swords that carry the legendary "demon slayer", took advantage of the acceleration of gravity and easily split the pale scales. Dazzling sparks burst in the surrounding flames, illuminating Minamoto Chisei's indifferent and cold face, like a stone carving.

The shattered dragon scales made the Yamata no Orochi roar in anger, and its eight pairs of cruel golden eyes locked onto the tiny creature at the same time.

The next moment, the tail with ferocious spikes suddenly swung out an arc of light.

As soon as Yuan Zhisheng steadied his body after landing, he felt the attack coming from above. He immediately crossed his arms, with his two demon-slaying swords forming a cross to defend himself.

boom! ! !

The sharp tailbone smashed down, and the heavy force pressed down like a mountain.

He held up two swords to block Yuan Zhisheng, veins bulging on his forehead. He squeezed out the strength from every inch of his flesh and blood, and only then did he hold on with all his strength, and not be knocked down by the blow.

All the internal organs, bones, and flesh seemed to be shattered by this blow!

“Is this the curse that has been lingering in the blood of the Eight Snake Families?!” Yuan Zhisheng raised his head with difficulty, his pupils flowing with blazing gold. While exerting all his strength, he rolled to the side in a panic: “It has cursed us for thousands of years. It’s been long enough. Today, it will all end!”

Without any room to breathe, Gen Chisei quickly regained his standing position, increased his speed to the limit, and charged towards the Yamata-no-Orochi at the wellhead.

Swish!

In less than a breath, Yuan Zhisheng's figure suddenly turned into an afterimage.

"God, go to hell!"

In the wind, the death knell sounded.

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

Was it a sword? No, it was impossible to see clearly. The dense sword light was like mercury pouring down, and the blade was wrapped in a strong wind pressure, sweeping away the Yamata no Orochi at the edge of the well.

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

Because of the skills he had refined throughout his life, the incredible speed he unleashed at the ninth level was easily surpassed by Yuan Zhisheng at this moment!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 313 The curtain is about to rise!

One knife is better than another!

Faster! More fierce!

Amid a roar loud enough to tear eardrums, the belly of the Yamata no Orochi was split open by the blade, and large pieces of flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Go back to hell!"

Yuan Zhisheng stepped on the edge of the well wall and used the force to jump high.

Then, the two swords slashed down like meteors, with two completely different auras of elegance and brutality. With the blessing of the noble royal blood, Yuan Zhisheng's royal domain once again broke through the limit. The heavy blow like a mountain made him fall into the depths of the Red Well together with the Yamata no Orochi.

The bottom of the Red Well was littered with the remains of dead lung snails and a large amount of blood.

The flames from the napalm bombs illuminated this hellish scene brightly, and a disgusting stench filled the air.

Yuan Zhisheng staggered to his feet and clenched the two swords in his hands: "Now, we are the only ones here, God."

The eight heads of the Yamata no Orochi, which was knocked down from the well, roared angrily, and its eight pairs of cruel golden eyes locked with resentful eyes on the tiny creature in front of it, holding two swords.

"Are you angry? No wonder." Yuan Zhisheng looked indifferent, posing in a unique double-sword stance, lowering his body center of gravity, and said in a deep voice: "But your anger is far less than the anger of the Eight Snake Clan, who have been cursed by your bloodline for a thousand years!!!"

boom!

The moment he exerted force with his feet, the blood-red lake water suddenly exploded with splashes.

The two swords drew a perfect arc, carrying an indomitable sword intent. The inky black sword light appeared in the air, gushing out like Yuan Zhisheng's determination.

Fast! Indescribably fast!

Before the Yamata no Orochi could even react, its head was cut off by the blade.

Screams echoed at the bottom of the Red Well, but the Yamata no Orochi was no pushover. Its sharp tailbone swept across, and Gen Chisei, who was in mid-air, had no time to dodge and was hit hard. He flew backwards like a cannonball and hit the steel frame hard.

The steel support was bent and Yuan Zhisheng was almost embedded in it, but what was even worse was that the broken steel bar, which was as thick as his forearm, pierced directly from his abdomen.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his mouth and spat out a large pool of blood. The severe pain from the steel bar piercing his abdomen made him lose control of his body for a short time.

The Yamata no Orochi roared, opened one of its heads, and bit him fiercely.

Looking at the approaching bloody mouth, Yuan Zhisheng's face turned pale. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally froze in an instant: "Sure enough, in the end, I can only rely on the 'Ancient Dragon Fetal Blood'."

Once he uses the blood of the ancient dragon, it means that he will fall into the 'path of ghosts' forever.

But right now, are there any other options?