Beichuan Ryota's Last Words, This Is Manners

"Hah."

The sea breeze blew past.

The red mist dissipated.

It revealed two figures.

Oda Risa.

Beichuan Ryota.

As for the Grand Elder in black robes of the Blood Demon Cult, he had already turned into a pile of shattered corpses across the ground at this moment.

Oda Risa's long black dress had already become tattered at this moment, revealing the snow-white, curvaceous body beneath it.

Snow-like skin and torn, blood-stained wounds formed a shocking kind of beauty.

The seductive smile on Oda Risa's face, however, had vanished, becoming solemn and sacred.

"Hundred-Eyed Demon, what a fast sword."

As her voice trailed off, a line of blood slowly appeared on her slender neck.

Thud.

A beauty's head hit the ground.

Oda Risa, who had been cautious all her life and given to a life of pleasure, died.

Meanwhile.

Beichuan Ryota, standing opposite Oda Risa, finally could not hold on any longer after seeing Oda Risa die, and crashed backward.

Countless wounds on Beichuan Ryota's body burst open with fresh blood almost simultaneously, instantly dyeing him into a bloody figure.

Yet a brilliant smile appeared on Beichuan Ryota's face.

Lying on the soft beach, staring at the brilliant starlight overhead, he seemed to have returned to that night once again.

"Shizuka, this time it's my turn to come find you."

Shizuka, the leaders of the Blood Demon Cult that you hated have all been killed by me.

And those fierce beasts have also been killed.

Now that the Dong Huang Martial Artists have arrived, Sakura will soon stabilize.

Winter is about to pass, spring is arriving, and the cherry blossoms will bloom once again.

And I will accompany you to see the Higanbana you love the most.

Feeling the fresh blood flowing continuously within his body and his life rapidly fading