Trafford's Trading Club

She meticulously explained everything, “…in the end, Ichikujikunohime-no-Mikoto remained to observe the human samurai, while I returned to report!” “That human samurai, can really sever Divine Power?” Susanoo-no-Mikoto’s voice resounded like thunder in the Shrine’s hall. “Witnessed with my own eyes!” “Sasaki Kojiro?” Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto frowned, “I have some impression of this human samurai.

He once eradicated several monsters in the Land of Night, pursuing the ultimate swordsmanship.

In the mortal world, he is unmatched in swordsmanship.

But even advancing further, he shouldn’t have the ability to sever Divine Power.

Yet he strangely appears in Zaodao Village, does it mean…”

Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto glanced around, noticing the solemnity on Amaterasu-ōmikami and Susanoo-no-Mikoto’s faces.

Okitsu-Shima-Hime-No-Mikoto was terrified by the idea of a mortal possessing the ability to destabilize the godly rule, while the Three Nobles were alarmed at the thought that it might be the work of the Evil Demon intending to steal the world. “I’ll return to the sea to gather the Devils!” Susanoo-no-Mikoto stood up without a second thought, “Three days later, gather at Famen Mountain!” “Then, I shall return to Takamagahara first,” Amaterasu-ōmikami also stood up, “Okitsu-Shima-Hime-No-Mikoto, return with me first.” “Farewell, Sister,” Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto rose to see them off. …

Although called Ghost Island, to Da Zhe, it looked more like a place built from countless reefs.

The entire island wasn’t large, yet no grass grew, presenting only desolation, with the sky above densely covered with dark clouds, flashing with lightning and echoing with thunder.

Whether this place was like this every day or it was just his misfortune to encounter this ghostly weather, he wasn’t sure. “Stop!

Who are you!”

A massive shadow, three meters tall, suddenly appeared on the cliff ahead, wielding a spiked giant club in its hand, with a single horn on its head, entirely crimson—a one-eyed humanoid monster. “Is this the Devil?” Da Zhe examined it, then grasped the key, and with a wave of his hand, a brilliant blue appeared, subtly echoing with the sound of a sword. “How long has it been since you last fought…” Seeing Zhan Lu’s excited expression, Da Zhe couldn’t help but shake his head.

The crimson-bodied Devil jumped down, furious, “Human, how dare you ignore me!

I want you dead!”

Da Zhe frowned, “Is there… only you here?” “To kill you and eat you, I’m enough!” the Devil sneered.

Da Zhe moved his lips, but ultimately remained silent.

The Devil, seeing this demeanor, erupted in fury, “Human, how dare you look down on me!

Roar!!!” “First of all, I shouldn’t taste good…” Da Zhe shook his head, “Moreover, I don’t speak not to discourage you… because my companion just said something to me.” “What did he say?”

Da Zhe calmly said, “If I strike with this sword, you will die…”

Zhan Lu flashed out, Sword Qi swept across, and the red-bodied Devil that was still roaring was instantly torn to pieces.

Even the giant club in its hand, made from who knows what material, was cut into dozens of segments. “Maybe I went a bit overboard…” Da Zhe walked over to inspect the Devil’s corpse—there was nothing particularly frightening about it, blood…

Da Zhe had seen plenty of it before.

He just raised the Zhan Lu in his hand, and whispered, “So… how long has it been since you last fought?”

Zhan Lu buzzed, and unexpectedly charged forward, Da Zhe barely managed to hold on, but his body was lifted directly by Zhan Lu, rushing straight towards the depths of Ghost Island.

Bang—!

With a loud noise, the entire Ghost Island seemed to shake.

A stream of light crashed directly into one of the mountain peaks on Ghost Island, sinking into it directly!

When Da Zhe, coughing, brushed the dust from around him and casually wiped the dirt off his body, he felt countless gazes falling upon him.

He couldn’t help but look up.

In front of him was an enormous cave, layer upon layer… at this moment, scattered all around, were scarlet-colored, green-bodied, short-pant-clad Devils in leopard print, numbering in the hundreds, each with a hideous face, staring at him in shock. “Human!!

Roar!!” “Kill him!!” “Stew him!!” “If I strike with this sword, you might all die…

Zhan Lu, can’t you say something other than that every time?”

Sword light crisscrossed. … … “Why are there no males…” Mo Xiaofei paused, “Without that, you will die?”