Myriad Realms Gu Venerable

Chapter 52 The So-called Samurai (End)
"Bang!" Zhou Ming held the Heavenly Demon Stone firmly in his hand.

His consciousness was awake, but the feeling of heart palpitations still lingered in his heart for a long time.

"Primitive heavenly demon... what level of existence is this?"

Surrounded by galaxies in consciousness, the image of the stalwart demon god roaring to the sky is extremely clear, as if engraved in his mind forever, and will never be forgotten.

Spreading out the palm, the palm was pierced by the nail because of too much force. Although the wound stopped bleeding quickly, the overflowing blood was absorbed by the Sky Demon Stone.

The deep and dark Demonic Stone is like a black hole, constantly emitting strange fluctuations, causing people to sink.

This is a stone that exudes infinite magic.

"Go back to the space of the Lord God and deal with it!" Zhou Ming threw the Sky Demon Stone into the Bud Gu, forcibly suppressing the ups and downs in his heart that were aroused by the Sky Demon Stone.

"There are more important things to do."

Zhou Ming looked away from the pile of ashes on the ground, and looked into the distance again.

Tonight's battle is not over yet.

……

At the entrance of the palace, carriages surrounded the place.

The daimyos who went to the dinner party arrived on time, but the palace gate has not been opened yet, causing the daimyos to chatter endlessly and make a lot of noise.

Not long ago, the loud bangs, shouts of killing and screams from the palace made the daimyo who arrived early hear it clearly.

Several people looked at each other in dismay, their hearts couldn't stop feeling panic, but because of the prohibition, they didn't dare to trespass into the palace to investigate.

This was a very correct decision, allowing them to save their lives temporarily.

Up to now, all the daimyos who came to Kyoto have arrived, plus the samurai they brought with them, the samurai representing them to participate in the World's No. [-] Samurai Convention, as well as the grooms who drive, etc., there are more than a hundred people in total.

So many people gathered around the gate of the palace, facing the closed gate, neither entering nor leaving.

There were affinities, feuds, and interest disputes among the daimyo. The waiting here gradually exhausted their patience and made them more and more irritable.

When normal communication turns into cynicism, and the conversations are full of gunpowder, the outbreak of conflict is inevitable.

Looking at the daimyo who were shouting at each other like shrews, and the samurai who were all murderous and looking at the others with cold eyes, as if they were about to draw their swords and kill people at any time, Oda Heizo tried his best to move his body towards the carriage. Li shrank.

"Sir, we can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, we'll start fighting!"

Matsui Yoshinobu lowered his voice and said anxiously.

"Nonsense, don't I know?" Oda Heizo glared at him angrily, tried his best to shrink his body, and ordered: "Let's move to the side, lest they start fighting and splash blood on us."

"Yes, my lord." Matsui Xiexin obeyed the order obediently, led the horse back slowly, and couldn't help asking: "My lord, do you think the abnormality in this palace is Lord Zhou Ming..."

"Shut up!" Oda Hirazo stopped Matsui Yoshinori with a livid face, and looked around with some guilt.

Seeing that no one paid special attention to them, Oda Heizo lowered his voice and said, "Talk nonsense here, don't worry about your life! Let me tell you, no matter what happens tonight, we don't know anything, understand!"

"Understood, understood." Matsui Xioxin nodded his head, and also realized that if the surrounding daimyo felt that what happened tonight had something to do with them, then their fate can be imagined...

"Hey, it would be great if Jun Zhou was by my side at this time, I always feel insecure when he's not around..."

Crunch!

Just when Oda Heizo sighed like this, the closed palace door slowly opened.

All the quarrelsome daimyo stopped their quarrels at this moment and all looked towards the door.

For a moment, everything was silent except for the clear sound of "step, step" footsteps, step by step, as if stepping on everyone's hearts.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhou Ming walked out of the palace step by step, holding a long knife and pointing the tip of the knife to the ground. He scanned the audience with a smile on his face.

"Who are you!" A daimyo asked angrily.

"Zhou Ming! He is Zhou Ming!" There were also famous people with sharp eyes who recognized Zhou Ming's identity.

"Did he do what happened tonight?"

"He must be arrested and interrogated!"

"He actually came out of the palace with a knife. Nothing will happen to the king, right?"

The daimyos were quarreling, which made Zhou Ming feel a little ridiculous, and his murderous intent was churning endlessly.

He let out a long laugh, and shouted loudly: "Momonosuke Nohara is already on his way. Before leaving, he asked me to send you on the way too. Wouldn't it be nice for you and your ministers to meet?"

"Bold!"

"What did you say?"

"Come on, quickly take down this villain!"

"Great rebellion! Great rebellion!"

All the famous people were excited, angry, fearful and panicked.Some people roared angrily and ordered their men to surround and kill them; some people felt that something was wrong and were quietly preparing to run away; some people pretended to be calm and watched the development of the situation coldly...

Zhou Ming quietly took in everyone's reactions, suddenly smiled, picked up the long knife, and flicked it with his fingers.

hum...

The sound of the saber was clear and clear. It was obviously not a loud voice, but it reached everyone's ears very clearly.

Everyone seemed to see a knife light flashing in front of their eyes, their thinking paused for an instant, and all sounds disappeared at this instant, as if time and space stood still.

The next moment, everything returned to normal.

However, the stunning sight of the sword light just now still stayed in everyone's hearts, causing everyone present to gradually become quiet.

After two battles in the Tokugawa Gym and the Imperial Palace, he absorbed the martial arts experience of several masters including Tokugawa Yamato, and also experienced the mental impact of the vision of the Tenma Stone just now.

Zhou Ming's realm of swordsmanship finally broke through to level 4 at this moment.

In the Gu world, it is the realm of Dao Dao master.

Zhou Ming's gaze swept across the entire audience, his gaze as sharp as a knife. Everyone who was swept by his gaze trembled in their hearts and felt frightened.

Zhou Ming raised his long sword and pointed it at everyone.

"Send everyone on their way."

He ran quickly, the tip of the knife drew a string of sparks on the ground, and rushed towards everyone.

In an instant, like detonated gunpowder, a tragic atmosphere filled the entire place, and a fight was imminent.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

"Everyone, either he will die today or we will die. Why are you hesitating? Come on!"

Everyone understands that any words at this time are meaningless.

The only ones who are qualified to speak are the knife in hand and the survivors.

The last killing flower blooms here tonight, blooming brilliantly.

……

[The Judgment of the World's No. 3 Samurai Conference is over!After counting down for [-] minutes, you will return to the main god space immediately, and you can choose to return at any time. 】

After Zhou Ming cut down the last target, the main god's reminder sounded in his ears at the right time.

The ground was full of daimyo, samurai, and slaves, their blood was mixed together, and their corpses were piled on top of each other. They were born unequal, but death gave them the final equality.

Matsui Xiexin sat slumped in the carriage. The strong stimulation almost caused his consciousness to collapse. He stared blankly at Zhou Ming, who was covered in blood, approaching him step by step.

"Lift the curtain." Zhou Ming walked up to him and said to him.

Matsui Xiexin, whose mind was already blank, instinctively obeyed Zhou Ming's instructions and opened the curtain of the carriage.

Seeing Oda Heizo lying in the carriage, he fainted from fright.

"Oh, that's fine."

Zhou Ming smiled, nodded to Matsui Xiexin, and said, "At that time, I said, he signed up for me, and I helped him win the first place. Now that the cooperation is over, I'm leaving."

Matsui Xiexin stared blankly at Zhou Ming as he turned to leave. At this time, his consciousness finally regained consciousness.

"You, why did you do this?" he asked in a solemn voice.

Zhou Ming paused and turned around.

The moonlight shone on Zhou Ming's body. There were piles of corpses under his feet, covered in blood. The moonlight reflected the blood, forming a faint bloody halo around his body, filled with a strange holiness.

"When I killed Tokugawa Zoro, he said I was not a samurai. I said I never said I was a samurai."

Zhou Ming spoke calmly, his voice was cold and distant.

"Tell me, what exactly is a warrior?"

Matsui Xiexin didn't understand why Zhou Ming suddenly asked him this, but after hesitation, he still answered the question.

"Warriors are brave. Warriors are brave people in the world. They are brave and powerful. With the sword in their hands, they can achieve their ambitions!"

"Hahaha." Zhou Ming laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" A surge of anger rose up from Matsui Xie's heart. He suppressed his fear of Zhou Ming and asked sternly.

"You are wrong." Zhou Ming's smile gradually stopped and his tone was calm.

"The so-called warrior is just a tool for the ruler to maintain the rule. The loyalty and bravery of the warrior are based on the master-slave system in which the lord he is loyal to can reward the contribution made by the warrior."

"A samurai is a sword, a pawn, a soldier, and a servant, but he also disguises himself with martial courage and the so-called samurai moral spirit and conceals his true nature."

"To answer your question just now, I'm not a warrior. I do all this for one purpose."

Zhou Ming turned around again, with a chuckle, and stepped under the moon, stepping on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, his figure merged with the moonlight and disappeared without a trace.

Only his voice was still echoing in the air.

"Because I'm bored, I want to see a river of blood."

Pfft!
Matsui Xiexin slumped back on the carriage and stared blankly at the place where Zhou Ming disappeared. He felt like the world was spinning and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Before he fainted, he seemed to have seen the future, seeing chaos in the world, smoke rising everywhere, endless wars, and war burning in every corner of the world.

Overnight, the lord of the country, Momonosuke Nohara, and [-]% of the world's famous names died together.

The peace in this world will no longer exist after tonight.

Matsui Yoshinobu fainted on the carriage, but Oda Heizo in the carriage suddenly sat up.

He first looked around cautiously, but he didn't find any living figures, let alone Zhou Ming.

The fat on his face kept trembling, forcibly suppressing the strong excitement, Oda Heizo dragged Matsui Xioxin back into the carriage, turned the direction of the carriage, and ran towards his courtyard.

There, there are thirty warriors he brought.

He wanted to go back immediately and lead thirty warriors to clean up the battlefield and enter the palace.

"This world is mine!"

The careerist, who had fallen into madness, laughed.

The wheel of history rolls forward without stopping.

Of all the sentient beings in the world, who can jump out?
(The world ends!)
(End of this chapter)