The newcomer was none other than Kamo Xu, who had vanished without a trace. Yet something about the man before him struck the Kamo Clan head as eerily wrong.
He could not put his finger on it. He only felt that the man before him was not quite the monster he knew...
His blade was deeply strange, radiating an ominous aura and brimming with terrifying cursed energy.
Was it a cursed tool?
Kamo Xu did not answer him. He strode forward on his long legs, making his way slowly along the Stone Path.
Each step rang out clearly, while the tip of his blade scraped across the path, leaving a faint bloody mark. Along the way he had come, it painted a crooked line of blood across the ground.
The path was short, yet he took a long time to walk it.
When he crossed the threshold, he offered no friendly greeting. Instead, he casually tossed out a bulging little bundle.
The bundle landed heavily on the old Kamo bastard's desk with a wet sound. At the same time, traces of red seeped through the coarse cloth.
The blood flowing from within stained the white papers on the desk red, making the black lettering look all the darker.
"Old bastard, those dogs you keep like to bark. I pried their mouths open and cut out a little excess flesh. You don't mind, do you?"
Kamo Xu walked up to the desk and plopped down without ceremony. With a sweep of False Sun God Slayer, he sliced the bundle open completely.
Tongues. It was packed full of human tongues.
The cuts were beautifully done, each tongue severed intact...
The old Kamo bastard glanced at them once, then paid them no further attention. He pushed the flesh aside and quietly pulled out