Chapter 327: The Queen Has No Tears!
Sword Demon Miyamoto Ichiro stood alone in the center of the asphalt road. He raised his cursed blade, Muramasa, high above his head. The blade, forged with blood rituals centuries ago, gleamed with an eerie crimson light under the streetlamps.
He gripped the hilt with both hands, his muscles taut like steel cables. His gaze was firm as a torch, locking onto the approaching vehicle. His intent was clear: he intended to cleave the red Ferrari sports car, currently speeding at three hundred kilometers an hour, into two halves with a single, devastating strike.
Inside the car.
Heavenly Queen Zhong Lingyin's beautiful face instantly turned pale, losing all color. Her pupils dilated as she saw the figure of death blocking their path.
She recognized him.
According to the intelligence her Fourth Senior Sister, Ye Liyou (Blood Shadow Rose), had once shared with her: Sword Demon Miyamoto Ichiro was a terrifying existence. He was a Great Grandmaster of the sword, a top-tier monster in the Sakura Country's underworld. He was listed as an S-Class super-fugitive by Interpol and multiple countries, yet he had always eluded capture by cutting down anyone sent after him.
With such a powerful individual taking action personally, she and her "Second Brother-in-law" were finished.
It's over...
At this moment of despair, Zhong Lingyin's beautiful eyes looked at Shen Anyu beside her with a hint of deep apology and guilt.
I'm sorry. It was me who implicated you. If I hadn't mistaken you for my savior... you wouldn't die here.
However, to her shock, Shen Anyu didn't even bother to twitch an eyelid.
His expression was calm, bordering on bored. One hand rested casually on the steering wheel, while the other tapped the rhythm of a silent song.
Panic? Fear? Non-existent.
In Shen Anyu's eyes, even Tian Yunzi—the master of the Child of Destiny Ye Yan, a martial arts titan at the Heavenly Human Unity level who used the ancient martial art [Tian Yuan Secret Technique]—couldn't break through his [Divine Steel Body].
What's more, a mere Sword Demon Miyamoto Ichiro?
A Great Grandmaster? In front of the current Shen Anyu, who possessed [Foundation Establishment] cultivation disguised as a mortal, Miyamoto was nothing more than a slightly larger ant holding a toothpick.
Currently, Shen Anyu was stronger than ever.
Even if Shen Anyu stood still and let Miyamoto hack at him for three days and three nights, it would be impossible to harm him in the slightest.
Rip!
The next moment, Miyamoto Ichiro moved.
He roared, channeling all his life's cultivation into this one strike. The cursed blade Muramasa slashed down.
The bright blade light cascaded like a silver waterfall, illuminating the dark highway. The sheer pressure of the Sword Qi tore the air apart, creating a vacuum. Even before the physical blade arrived, its aftermath had already gouged deep trenches into the asphalt road, heading straight for the Ferrari's hood.
Such a strike was indeed worthy of the Sakura Country's Great Grandmaster of the sword. It was a masterpiece of violence.
In the shadows of the surrounding buildings and forests, the strong individuals from the international underworld who were preparing to rush over also changed their expressions.
"That's Miyamoto's [Asura Slash]!"
"He's actually going all out against a car?"
"That kid is dead meat."
None of them expected that a formidable expert like Sword Demon Miyamoto Ichiro would also participate in kidnapping Heavenly Queen Zhong Lingyin and unleash such a fierce attack right off the bat.
Inside the car, Shen Anyu's eyes narrowed slightly.
"An ant trying to shake a tree! You overestimate yourself."
A faint, golden glow flashed through his pupils.
[God-Level Telekinesis] erupted!
BOOM!
Invisible mental energy, vast and immense like a tsunami, swept forward from the car. The fine dust in the air visibly distorted, creating ripples in space. Even the road surface groaned under the pressure, dragging a long mark as the force surged towards Miyamoto Ichiro.
Rumble!
Like a sudden clap of thunder on flat ground, the sharp blade light—bright as a cascading waterfall—hit the invisible wall of Telekinesis.
Crack.
The blade light shattered instantly. It was crushed directly with overwhelming force, turning into sparks that vanished in the wind.
"What?!"
"Heavenly Human Unity expert?!"
Sword Demon Miyamoto Ichiro's face instantly contorted from confidence to absolute horror.
Only by engaging in combat did he realize Shen Anyu's terrifying power. The psychokinesis rushing towards him was not human; it was a force of nature. It felt like the sky was collapsing on him.
Run!
Even an arrogant expert like Miyamoto didn't hesitate. He abandoned his sword and retreated at extreme speed, trying to escape the range of the attack.
But it was already too late.
A terrifying invisible force pressed down on him from all directions. It was like a giant invisible hand closing its fist.
Crack! Snap!
The sound of bones breaking echoed clearly in the night.
Sword Demon Miyamoto Ichiro's face was filled with bitterness and regret. Before he could even scream, his internal organs were crushed. Blood poured from his seven orifices.
Thud.
He plunged into eternal darkness.
He was instantly killed on the spot, his body thrown into the roadside ditch like a discarded rag doll.
The red Ferrari roared past without slowing down, leaving only exhaust fumes in its wake.
Zhong Lingyin watched the blur of the scenery and the body of Miyamoto Ichiro disappearing in the rearview mirror. Her cherry-red mouth was slightly agape, her beautiful eyes dazed and unable to process reality.
Is this... Sword Demon Miyamoto Ichiro?
Is this the terrifying Great Grandmaster that Sister Liyou said was invincible in Tokyo?
How did he just... fall like that? Without Shen Anyu even lifting a finger?
And the many strong individuals from the underworld who were chasing from behind were even more horrified. A clamor of panic rose among them on their encrypted radio channels:
"Oh my God! Did you see that?!"
"Sword Demon Miyamoto Ichiro was instantly killed? How is that possible? He's a Great Grandmaster!"
"It can't be fake, right? Was that a fake Miyamoto?"
"Hmph! Idiot! How could it be fake? That Sword Qi just now was genuine! It's not that Miyamoto is weak; it's that the man in the Ferrari is a monster!"
"F*ck! With such a terrifying expert protecting that woman, how can we possibly kidnap her? We'd be delivering ourselves to death!"
"The one billion dollar bounty is good, but I'm afraid I won't live to collect it. Heh heh, I'm out!"
"Me too. My life is more important."
The instant kill of a Great Grandmaster immediately terrified the majority of the strong individuals from the underworld. It was a cold bucket of water on their greed.
One must know that in the underworld hierarchy, a Great Grandmaster is a legend. Whether they are a Western S-Class Mercenary, a Master of Black Magic, or a Thai Sorcerer, they are the ceiling of power for hire.
As for peak experts at the Heavenly Human Unity level? They are strategic deterrents, practically demigods. They rarely take action and would not be tempted by a mere billion dollars. For experts of that caliber, money is just a number; face and Dao are everything.
But now, Miyamoto was dead. Instantly.
For a time, the number of pursuers decreased significantly. The chaotic swarm dispersed like rats seeing a cat.
Only a very few top-tier organizations and desperate lunatics still had flickering gazes in the shadows, evidently unwilling to give up the bounty.
After all, they thought, Shen Anyu is strong, but he's human. He has to sleep. He has to run out of energy.
[Ding! Destined Heroine Zhong Lingyin worships and admires you!]
[Ding! Plundering successful. Reward: +6,666 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Zhong Lingyin's favorability +10.]
[Ding! Plundering successful. Reward: +30,000 Destiny Value!]
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[Location: A Secluded Coastal Cliff - Outskirts of Tokyo]
Shen Anyu drove the car to a quiet spot overlooking the sea. He turned off the engine.
At this very moment, in the passenger seat of the Ferrari.
Zhong Lingyin's gaze towards Shen Anyu was filled with an unusual mix of worship, excitement, exhilaration, and even a tiny bit of adoration.
Second Brother-in-law is so amazing!
So powerful! So domineering!
No wonder Second Senior Sister (Liu Ruyan), who never liked men and burned everyone who touched her, actually found a man like him! Only a man this strong could conquer her.
Zhong Lingyin looked deeply at Shen Anyu's profile with her beautiful eyes, her heart pounding against her ribs.
Shen Anyu turned his head. He looked at the woman beside him—who looked exactly like Liu Ruyan but radiated a completely different, innocent aura—and smiled gently.
He decided to play the game.
"Ruyan, what's wrong with you?"
He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch intimate and familiar.
"Why are you so quiet today? Are you feeling unwell? Or were you scared just now?"
Shen Anyu leaned closer, his voice low and teasing.
"Normally by now, you would have already come onto me, sitting in my lap and calling me 'Bad Brother,' wouldn't you?"
Liu Ruyan (Inner Monologue): You're talking nonsense! I didn't! Shen Anyu, you scoundrel, are you very proud of yourself for slandering me?!
Zhong Lingyin froze.
She looked at Shen Anyu's handsome face, so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath. Her pretty face flushed a deep crimson instantly.
She panicked.
He... he still thinks I'm Second Sister!
And Second Sister... acts like that with him?
Her red lips parted slightly. She was about to explain clearly. She had to tell him that she was not Second Senior Sister Liu Ruyan, but Zhong Lingyin, the Fifth Sister, and that they merely looked very similar due to a disguise technique or genetics.
Although it was awkward, she couldn't let this misunderstanding continue. It was dangerous!
Zhong Lingyin mustered her courage, preparing to speak.
"No... Brother-in-law... I..."
But Zhong Lingyin's explanation had not yet left her lips.
Shen Anyu smiled, his eyes flashing with a mischievous light. He didn't give her a chance.
"You're too shy today. Then... I'll take the initiative!"
He leaned in, capturing her lips.
"???"
Zhong Lingyin's eyes widened in shock. Her brain short-circuited.
Wait! How is that possible?
You... you're really not Liu Ruyan?
Shen Anyu pulled back slightly after a brief taste, looking at her with feigned surprise, executing the act perfectly.
"Wait... the taste is different."
He looked at her, his expression shifting from affection to confusion, then to shock.
"How is that possible? You... you're really not Liu Ruyan?"
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