Eighteen Demons Slain in Rage / The Real Upper Rank Six

In the end, he still couldn't determine the other person's identity.

"Let's go find Dichai. Maybe it's that guy's doing again."

After determining a direction, the Scribe leaped a few times and disappeared from the spot.

Meanwhile, Dichai was hiding in a house.

Beside him were more than a dozen different figures.

Chapter 473 Slaying Eighteen Ghosts in Wrath

Many of them are ghosts that appeared in the Entertainment District.

Tonryoku, Rokuya, Shiragi, Anze, Iryu.

Even the judgment of the Swordsmith Village was included by Tetsutaro.

As for the other ghosts, they were all unfamiliar faces.

"You mean, you haven't found another swordsmith?"

Dichai, sitting in the main seat, looked rather unpleasant, seemingly dissatisfied with the efficiency of her subordinates.

"Sir, it's not that we didn't try."

Rokuya seemed a little anxious, as if he wanted to explain.

"Apart from the few swordsmiths who ran away at the beginning, the rest of the swordsmiths have been protected."

"None of us are good at exploring and searching, so..."

Dichai was clearly dissatisfied with this explanation, and her expression became even more unpleasant.

"You mean, it's my fault for not giving you similar abilities?"

"That's not what I meant!"

Rokuya's face turned deathly pale instantly. Realizing he had said the wrong thing, he immediately knelt down and begged Dichai for forgiveness.

"Alright, I know what you want to say."

Dichai waved her hand, indicating that Rokuya didn't need to say anything.

"Although I can no longer find a swordsmith, I have already acquired enough knowledge."

"The main purpose of our trip to the Swordsmith Village has been achieved."

"Get ready, we can leave now."

Upon hearing this, none of the surrounding ghosts raised any objections.

As ghosts, they inherently lack any sense of honor such as "helping their companions".

Even the concept of "companion" is not worth mentioning in their eyes.

If it weren't for Dichai, so many ghosts wouldn't have gathered together.

In the initial plan, whether it was something like Leopard Demon, or Upper Rank level creatures like Gyokko and Hantengu, they were all "discarded pawns".

Even Dichai's confidants, Kamihito Ichi and Imamura, could be abandoned under special circumstances.

Only Shinri Masato, the Upper Rank Three, is someone that Dichai truly values.

Now, they naturally have no objection to Dichai's idea of "leaving early".

"Go and prepare."

With a wave of his hand, Dichai signaled to his ghosts to get ready.

The feeling of unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, his face turned pale.

The two ghosts who were previously stationed nearby to observe and alert others have suddenly lost contact.

Moreover, the two ghosts died at the same instant.

In other words, someone killed two Lower Rank level demons with a single strike!

"Not good!"

Dichai jumped off her seat and scrambled out of the room.

As he ran, he didn't forget to shout.

"Enemy attack!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a Flame Slash shattered the wall.

The blazing flames enveloped the seat, igniting it into a torch.

If Dichai had reacted even a fraction of a second slower, she would already be grilled ghost meat by now.

"Don't say that, it makes me sound like the villain."

The Scribe's voice came from outside the shattered wall, and then he appeared in front of Dichai.

At the same time, the demons that had just been eliminated, including the Tonryoku, also heard Dichai's shout.

In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the room and surrounded Dichai.

"Scribe?!"

Upon seeing that the person opposite them was actually the Scribe, the expressions of Tonryoku, Rokuya, and the other demons changed.

The other ghosts, who were initially somewhat puzzled, turned deathly pale upon hearing the name "Scribe."

"How did you get here?!"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?"

Looking coldly at the ghost opposite him, the Scribe spoke calmly.

"After causing such a huge disturbance in Entertainment District, aren't you satisfied yet?"

"They've come to the Swordsmith Village to cause trouble again. They never seem to have a moment's peace."

After observing the Scribe for a while, Dichai spoke up.

"Scribe, let us leave. I can promise you I won't kill anyone else."

After hearing Dichai's words, Scribe was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Let you leave? That's ridiculous."

Can I take this as you trying to negotiate with me?

"Dichai, have you forgotten that the premise of negotiating terms is that both sides have equal strength?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible pressure emanated from the Scribe, surging towards Dichai and the other ghosts like a tidal wave.

In just a moment, they felt a chill on their necks.

Their numerical advantage did not give them much confidence; in fact, some of the ghosts' legs were already trembling.

This scene seemed incredibly eerie.

The lone Scribe seems to be the villain, while the numerous ghosts appear to be the victimized weaklings.

With his hand resting on the Nichirin Blade, the Scribe was ready to launch an attack at any moment.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Dichai's side has a lot of ghosts; they should know very well how many seconds they can hold out.

"Wait a minute, I have something I can use in exchange!"

At this moment, Dichai suddenly spoke up.

"A long time ago, you knew a human named Hakuji, didn't you? Don't you want to know what happened to him in the end?"

Dichai's words seemed to have really piqued the Scribe's interest, and the hand that was resting on the hilt of the knife slowly came down.

"He once founded a temple, married and had children."

"But after he got old, Hakuji disappeared from the dojo. Aren't you curious?"

Thinking the Scribe might be interested, Dichai continued talking.

"I'll tell you about Hakuji, and in exchange, you let us leave, how about it?!"

"Given the close relationship between the two of you, this is a very good deal."

"How about we each get what we need?!"

Finally, faced with Dichai's explanation, Scribe spoke up.

"I am indeed very interested."

"Hakuji is also a very important person to me."

"But there's one thing you seem to have misunderstood."

Seeing Scribe place his hand on the hilt of his sword again, Dichai's eyes widened, and she asked with a trembling voice.

"What's wrong...?"

"I already guessed what would happen to Hakuji."

Slowly drawing his Nichirin Blade, the tip pointing at Dichai and the other ghosts, the Scribe said calmly.

"He did not die a peaceful death; instead, he became a ghost."

"Not only that, he also became one of the Twelve Kizuki and changed his name to 'Akaza'."

"The Upper Rank Three before Shinri Masato was Hakuji, right?"

At this moment, Dichai could no longer hide the terror on her face.

He never expected that the Scribe would know so much.

At that moment, the Scribe swung his Nichirin Blade.

There was no time to react; in an instant, all the ghosts were sliced into countless pieces.

Whether it's Dichai, or the other demons like Tonryoku, or even the rest of the demons.

There were eighteen ghosts in total, without exception.

In the flash of the blade, their fate was sealed.

Chapter 474 The True Upper Rank Six

The Scribe wasn't stupid; ever since returning from the Soryu Dojo, he had been thinking about Hakuji.

None of the descendants of the Soryu Dojo knew Hakuji's final fate.

Although the Scribe was not by his side, it did not mean that he was completely unaware.

Doma said this a long time ago.

"Upper Rank Three is a demon named Akaza."

Based on his memories from his previous life, the Scribe could easily deduce that this "Akaza" was most likely Hakuji.

In fact, the Scribe had a feeling that Hakuji had not completely faded out of human society after becoming a demon.

The reason why he didn't tell Asatsuru and the others was because the Scribe had other concerns.

But when facing ghosts Dichai, he was completely different.

With a single slash, all the ghosts present were killed, and a notification sounded in the Scribe's mind.

Progress: 102/134

With a raised eyebrow, Scribe suddenly had a question.

Dichai had just been chopped into pieces by himself. If he was already dead, why wasn't the mission completed?

Could it be that...

A bad feeling welled up inside her, and Scribe turned around to look, her eyes widening in surprise.

Where Dichai and the others were killed, their flesh and blood did not turn to dust and drift away in the wind.