"Hehe, Boss Kyoshiro, just come with us quietly. Don't make things difficult for us!" A soft, feminine voice suddenly rang out.
Ghostlike figures emerged from all directions without warning.
At their head stood Fukurokuju, his face gaunt and withered like that of an old monk.
As the Oniwabanshu who had once served the Kozuki Family, their defection and descent into Orochi's lapdogs had undoubtedly made them another one of his trump cards.
Seeing the figures suddenly blocking his path, Denjiro's expression changed drastically. He knew that this act could no longer continue.
The muscles in his right hand, which had long been resting on the hilt at his waist, bulged as his blade thundered from its sheath.
"Frenzied Slash Aura!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With one slash, more than a dozen blade auras erupted like a raging tide, scattering in every direction.
The floor along their path was the first to give way, shattering with a crash.
Faced with Kyoshiro's overwhelming opening attack, the Oniwabanshu's movements stalled for a moment.
They hurriedly raised their weapons to block.
More than a decade of leisurely isolation had left the Oniwabanshu somewhat rusty to the bone.
They simply could not compare to Kyoshiro, who had trained in secret for years while waiting for the right moment to strike. All they could do was hastily raise their weapons in defense!
Seeing this, Kyoshiro did not linger. He turned his katana once more, slicing apart the wooden wall behind him.
Then he sprang through it.
"Quick! You useless trash, go catch him!" Orochi roared darkly as he waved away the dust before him.
"Damn Kyoshiro and Komurasaki! They dared betray my trust and deceive my feelings! I'll make them die!"
The thought that the two so-called confidants by his side had possessed the ability to kill