"Pah!" Zhou Ming held the Heavenly Demon Stone firmly in his hand.
His consciousness was awake, but the feeling of heart palpitations still lingered in his heart for a long time.
"Original demon... what level of existence is this?"
In his consciousness, the image of stars surrounding him and the giant demon god looking up to the sky and roaring was extremely clear, as if it was engraved in his mind forever and will never be forgotten.
He opened his palms and found that the palms were pricked by nails due to excessive force. Although the wounds stopped bleeding quickly, the overflowing blood was absorbed by the Demonic Stone.
The deep and dark Demonic Stone is like a black hole, constantly emitting strange fluctuations, causing people to sink into despair.
This is a stone that exudes infinite magic.
"Go back to the main god space and deal with it!" Zhou Ming threw the Heavenly Demon Stone into the flower bud and suppressed the heavy emotions in his heart that were evoked by the Heavenly Demon Stone.
"There are more important things to do."
Zhou Ming moved his eyes away from the pile of charred ashes on the ground and looked into the distance again.
Tonight's battle is not over yet.
…
At the entrance of the palace, carriages surrounded the place.
The daimyo attending the dinner arrived on time, but the palace door has not been opened yet, leaving the daimyo talking endlessly and making it noisy.
Not long ago, the loud roars, shouts of death and screams came from the palace, which made the daimyo who arrived early heard it clearly.
Several people looked at each other, feeling panic in their hearts. However, due to the ban, they did not dare to break into the palace to investigate.
This was a very correct decision, allowing them to save their lives temporarily.
By now, all the daimyo who had come to Kyoto had arrived, plus the samurai they had brought with them to represent them in the World's Best Samurai Conference, as well as the grooms driving the horses, etc., there were over a hundred people in total.
So many people gathered at the entrance of the palace. Facing the closed door, they could neither enter nor leave.
There were affinities, feuds, and interest disputes among the daimyo. The waiting here gradually exhausted their patience and made them more and more irritable.
When normal communication turns into sarcasm, and the words are full of gunpowder, conflict will inevitably break out.
Looking at the daimyo who were shouting at each other like shrews, and the samurai who were all murderous and looking at the others with cold eyes, as if they were about to draw their swords and kill people at any time, Oda Heizo tried his best to move his body towards the carriage.
He shrank.
"Sir, we can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, we'll start fighting!"
Matsui Xiexin lowered his voice and said anxiously.
"Nonsense, don't I know?" Oda Heizo glared at him angrily, tried his best to shrink back, and ordered: "Let's move to the side, lest they fight and splash blood on us later."
"Yes, sir." Matsui Xiexin obeyed the order, led the horse back slowly, and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, look at the abnormality in this palace, could it be Lord Zhou Ming..."
"Shut up!" Oda Taira said with a livid face and shouted at Matsui Yoshinobu, who looked around with a guilty conscience.
Realizing that no one was paying special attention to them, Oda Heizo lowered his voice and said: "It's dangerous for you to talk nonsense here! Let me tell you, no matter what happens tonight, we don't know anything, do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand." Matsui Xiexin nodded, and he also realized that if the surrounding daimyo felt that tonight's incident was related to them, their fate could be imagined...
"Oh, it would be great if Zhou Jun could be by my side at this time. I always feel insecure without him..."
Crunch!
Just when Oda Heizo sighed like this, the closed palace door slowly opened.
All the quarrelsome daimyo stopped their quarreling at this moment and all looked towards the door.
For a moment, everything was silent except for the clear sound of "step, step" footsteps, step by step, as if stepping on everyone's hearts.
Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Ming walked out of the palace step by step, holding a long knife with the tip pointed at the ground, scanning the whole place with a smile on his face.
"Who are you!" A daimyo asked angrily.
"Zhou Ming! He is Zhou Ming!" There were also famous people with sharp eyes who recognized Zhou Ming's identity.
"Did he do what happened tonight?"
"He must be arrested and interrogated!"
"He actually came out of the palace with a knife. Nothing will happen to the king, right?"
The big names were making noisy noises, which made Zhou Ming feel a little ridiculous, and the murderous intention surged in his heart.
He gave a long laugh and shouted loudly: "Nohara Momonosuke has already set out on the road. Before leaving, he asked me to send you on the way too. Wouldn't it be nice for you, the king and your ministers, to meet each other?"
"Be bold!"
"What did you say?"
"Come here, take down this villain quickly!"
"Treason and injustice! Treason and injustice!"
The famous people were excited, angry, fearful, and panicked. Some people roared angrily and ordered their men to surround and kill them; some people felt that something was wrong and were quietly preparing to run away; some people pretended to be calm and watched the development of the situation coldly...
Zhou Ming quietly took in everyone's reactions, suddenly smiled, picked up the long knife, and flicked it with his fingers.
Buzz…
The sound of the knife was clearer and clearer. It was not a loud sound, but it passed into everyone's ears very clearly.
Everyone seemed to see a sword flashing before their eyes, their thoughts paused for a moment, and all sounds disappeared at this moment, as if time and space had stopped.
The next moment, everything returned to normal.
However, the stunning sight of the sword light just now still stayed in everyone's hearts, causing everyone present to gradually become quiet.
After two battles in the Tokugawa Gym and the Imperial Palace, he absorbed the martial arts experience of several masters including Tokugawa Yamato, and also experienced the mental impact of the vision of the Tenma Stone just now.
Zhou Ming's realm of swordsmanship finally broke through to level 4 at this moment.
In the Gu world, it is the realm of sword master.
Zhou Ming's gaze swept across the entire audience, his gaze as sharp as a knife. Everyone who was swept by his gaze trembled in their hearts and felt frightened.
Zhou Ming raised his long sword and pointed it at everyone.
"Send you all on your way."
He ran quickly, the tip of the knife drew a string of sparks on the ground, and rushed straight towards everyone.
In an instant, like detonated gunpowder, a tragic atmosphere filled the entire place, and a fight was imminent.
"kill!"
"Kill!"
"Everyone, either he will die today or we will die. Why are you hesitating? Come on!"
Everyone understands that any words at this time are meaningless.
The only people who are qualified to speak are the knife in their hands and the people who survived.
The last killing flower blooms here tonight, blooming brilliantly.
…
[The judgment of the World's Best Warrior Conference is over! Return to the main god space immediately after the countdown of three minutes. You can choose to return at any time. 】
When Zhou Ming cut down the last target, the Lord God's reminder sounded in his ears at the right time.
The ground was full of daimyo, samurai, and slaves, their blood was mixed together, and their corpses were piled on top of each other. They were born unequal, but death gave them the final equality.
Matsui Xiexin sat slumped on the carriage, his consciousness almost collapsed due to the strong stimulation, and he stared blankly at Zhou Ming, who was covered in blood, approaching him step by step.
"Lift the curtain." Zhou Ming walked up to him and said to him.
Matsui Xiexin, whose mind was already blank, instinctively obeyed Zhou Ming's instructions and opened the curtain of the carriage.
Then he saw Oda Heizo lying in the carriage, having fainted from fright.
"Oh, that's fine."
Zhou Ming smiled half-heartedly, nodded to Matsui Xiexin, and said: "I said at the time that he signed up for me and I helped him win first place. Now that the cooperation is over, I'm leaving."
Matsui Xiexin stared blankly at Zhou Ming as he turned to leave. At this time, his consciousness finally regained consciousness.
"You, why did you do this?" he asked in a harsh voice.
Zhou Ming paused and turned around.
The moonlight fell and shone on Zhou Ming. There were piles of corpses under his feet, and his whole body was covered in blood. The moonlight reflected the blood, forming a faint blood-colored halo around him, filled with a kind of eerie holiness.
"When I killed Tokugawa Zoro, he said I was not a samurai. I said I never said I was a samurai."
Zhou Ming spoke calmly, his voice cold and distant.
"Tell me, what exactly is a warrior?"
Matsui Xiexin didn't understand why Zhou Ming suddenly asked him this, but after hesitation, he still answered the question.
"A warrior is a brave person. A warrior is a brave person in the world. He is brave and powerful and can achieve his ambitions with the sword in his hand!"
"Hahaha." Zhou Ming laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" A wave of anger rose up in Matsui Xie's heart, suppressing his fear of Zhou Ming, and asked sternly.
"You are wrong." Zhou Ming's smile gradually stopped and his tone was calm.
"The so-called warriors are nothing more than tools for rulers to maintain their rule. The loyalty and bravery of a warrior are based on the master-slave system in which the lord to whom he is loyal can reward the warrior for his contribution."
"A samurai is a sword, a pawn, a soldier, and a servant, but he disguises himself and conceals his true nature with bravery and the so-called samurai moral spirit."
"To answer your question, I am not a samurai. I do all this for one purpose."
Zhou Ming turned around again, with a chuckle, and stepped under the moon, stepping on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his figure merged with the moonlight and disappeared without a trace.
Only his voice still echoed in the air.
"Because I'm bored, I want to see a river of blood."
Plop!
Matsui Xiexin slumped back on the carriage and stared blankly at the place where Zhou Ming disappeared. He felt like the world was spinning and his consciousness gradually fell into blur.
Before he fainted, he seemed to have seen the future, seeing chaos in the world, smoke rising everywhere, endless wars, and war burning in every corner of the world.
Overnight, the leader of the country, Nohara Momonosuke, and 90% of the famous people in the world died.
The peace in this world will no longer exist after tonight.
Matsui Yoshinobu fainted on the carriage, but Oda Heizo suddenly sat up in the carriage.
He first looked around cautiously and found no living figure, let alone Zhou Ming.
The fat on his face kept trembling, and he forcibly suppressed his strong excitement. Oda Heizo dragged Matsui Xiexin back to the carriage, turned the carriage around, and ran towards his courtyard.
There were also thirty warriors he brought with him.
He will go back immediately and lead thirty warriors to clean up the battlefield and move into the palace.
"This world is mine!"
The careerist who had fallen into madness laughed.
The wheel of history rolls forward and never stops.
Of all the sentient beings in the world, who can jump out?
