Rokuro looked at Rokuya hanging from the rock wall, opened his fang-filled mouth wide, and let out a burst of piercing laughter. It echoed through the cavern, making the villagers in the cages cover their ears and wail in pain.
"Hahahaha! How amusing! I actually reeled in that legendary, overbearing new Kai Hashira."
Rokuro stomped his foot, and the surrounding rock instantly churned like waves, sealing off every possible escape route.
He raised an arm twice the size of an ordinary person's and pointed at Rokuya suspended in midair. His eyes were filled with extreme arrogance and cruelty as he sneered, "The Kai Hashira, huh? I hear you're quite the fighter? Too bad. The law of this world has always been the strong devouring the weak. Humans are destined from birth to become my nourishment."
"Welcome to my underground kingdom. Just wait until you fall into my traps. The graves I've prepared for you have long since been dug!"
As Rokuro finished speaking, countless sharp stone spikes suddenly sprouted from the cavern walls and shot toward Rokuya and Kanae above the passage like a torrential rain.
Hanging from the sheer rock face, Rokuya looked at the arrogant Lower Rank Two below and the villagers trembling in despair. He slowly pulled Shura out of the rock wall, and his body began to fall freely.
In midair, he held his blade in one hand. A streak of dark blue light, as destructive as the heart of a thunderstorm, instantly covered the entire massive blade.
"Traps? Graves?"
Rokuya's icy voice pierced through the whistling of the stone spikes, carrying an unquestionable, godlike pressure.
"You talk too much. Try surviving one slash from me first!" Rokuya stood where he was without so much as lifting his eyelids, merely staring coldly at Rokuro standing above