They walked a little farther and arrived in front of a tunnel.
Suddenly, a chill swept in from the east like a typhoon, carrying the briny smell of the sea and scattering great swaths of white mist.
An old man stood atop a mountain.
He had only one hand, which held a katana. He was Yamamoto Xingxiong, Sakura Country's renowned former sword saint of the Two-Sword Style. Rumor had it that after mastering the Seven-Sword Style, he found himself unable to advance any further, so he severed one of his own arms, discarded everything he had practiced all his life, and began comprehending the way of the sword anew.
This was a man who had spent his entire life pursuing greater strength.
Sun Zhengwen grew solemn. His opponent was a top-tier Great Grandmaster, and he was the only one present who could face him.
"The Yamata Organization belongs to the Righteous Alliance. Yamamoto, what is the meaning of this?"
He asked in a low voice.
The old man atop the mountain held his sword in his lone hand and solemnly bowed his head in greeting. "Sun-san, I defected from Yamata long ago. None of my actions have anything to do with my country. I seek only greater strength."
"I am very interested in Wei-san's evil corpse. He is certain to die attempting this breakthrough, so he might as well take his own life early, like a warrior. Once I obtain the evil corpse, I will guarantee that I will not act against the Netherworld for six months!"
Sun Zhengwen frowned, his aura growing increasingly fierce.
Just then, a roar came from the distance.
"Yamamoto! Fuck your ancestors!"
"Director Sun, keep moving with the others. The Mount Tai King has reached the East Sea coast. Do what you need to do.