Before Li could speak, Susanoo spoke again. "Do you know how I answered her?"
"Oh?" Li raised an eyebrow. Susanoo's mother was Izanami; like his father, she was a figure akin to the origin of Japanese mythology.
It could be said that in Japan, there was absolutely no existence higher than Izanami and Izanagi.
"This was what I told my mother back then: it didn't matter if I looked like a farmer. As long as I didn't wield a sword like one, that was enough!"
"That makes sense. But you'll still die by my hand!" Li nodded slowly. He had already decided to kill the man before him, because he had realized that his opponent was absolutely no weaker than Michael. If he did not fight with the intent to kill, he would never be a match for him!
"The battle is finally about to begin? That's wonderful!" Susanoo drew the blade at his waist, and when he looked at Li again, his eyes were already filled with unmistakable excitement. "Haha, it seems I was right to hide my consciousness inside that brat Miyamoto this time. I actually ran into something this interesting!"
Li frowned. "But if this island never opens, won't you simply waste away and die here?"
A trace of disdain appeared on Susanoo's face. "Hmph! Who am I? I am Susanoo! If I feared such things, how could I have become the War God of the Immortal Heavenly Palace? So long as I can come to this island and spar with newly emerged powerhouses like you, what does it matter even if I die? If the Immortal Heavenly Palace loses one War God, countless more will naturally arise! If I die within Miyamoto's body, then he will naturally inherit my will. That is why he was willing