244: This is what it means when snow falls on earth!

Before he finished speaking, he took the initiative to attack. The Guhong Sword transformed into a silver lightning bolt, striking directly at Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's glabella.

The sword's speed was so fast it exceeded the limit of what the naked eye could capture.

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami roared, pushing the Shinkage School's ninja techniques to their extreme, barely dodging with a tilt of his head.

At the same time, the "God of Slaughter" blade swept up, counter-attacking Lu Jiuyuan's wrist.

He was rich in combat experience; though startled, he remained composed, attempting to use offense as defense.

However, Lu Jiuyuan's swordplay was unpredictable; the tip of his sword trembled as it thrust out, avoiding the blade and pointing towards Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's wrist Meridians.

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami hastily changed his moves, his blade light dancing, defending himself impenetrably.

"Father, I'm here to help you!"

For a moment, on the official road, blade light and Sword Qi intertwined and collided, Qi energy shot out in all directions, kicking up a sky full of dust.

The three figures fought quickly, and the remaining Disciples couldn't even clearly see their movements.

"Clang—!"

With another fierce collision of blade and sword, Yagyu Tajima-no-kami used the force to fly back several zhang, and Yagyu Piaoxu also tacitly spun and landed beside her father.

The two stood rooted to the spot, unmoving, their eyes fixed on the still composed Lu Jiuyuan opposite them, their eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

A hundred moves!

After a full hundred moves of fierce attacks, the father and daughter, fighting together, had unleashed everything they had learned from the Shinkage School; the essence of the God of Slaughter's One-Slice and Snow Drifting in the Human World was fully displayed, yet they hadn't harmed their opponent in the slightest.

Lu Jiuyuan stood with his sword, the Guhong Sword pointing diagonally at the ground, its blade as clean as new, unstained by a single drop of blood.

His green robes were neat, his breath long and steady. He pulled out a coarse cloth handkerchief from his in my arms, wiped the sword clean, and reinserted it into the flute.

"A bit too weak, truly uninteresting!" he said lightly.

"How many swords!" Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's face was ashen as he asked.

"731."

As Lu Jiuyuan spoke, it was as if an invisible switch had been triggered.

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami and Yagyu Piaoxu's bodies simultaneously trembled violently!

"Pfft—"

A faint yet incredibly clear cracking sound emanated from Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's chest.

A faint silver light, like a struggling firefly, pierced through his clothes.

Immediately after, came the second, third... tenth, one hundredth point!

"Ch-ch-ch-ch—!"

Hundreds and thousands of tiny yet incredibly condensed Sword Qi rays of light burst forth simultaneously and without warning from every corner of Yagyu Tajima-no-kami and Yagyu Piaoxu's bodies!

Their faces, arms, torsos, legs... beneath every inch of skin, it was as if countless miniature stars were buried, now simultaneously detonated.

Seven hundred thirty-one Sword Qi!

This terrifyingly precise number was precisely the Sword Qi technique that Lu Jiuyuan's Guhong Sword had planted in their bodies within those hundred moves!

At this moment, there was no earth-shattering explosion, no savage gore.

There was only a bizarre and tragic "aestheticism."

The father and daughter's bodies seemed to transform into two exquisite yet cracked glass figurines, with countless Sword Qi rays—some icy, some scorching, some sharp, some gentle—penetrating their flesh and Meridians from within, gently yet irresistibly emerging through their bodies.

They stood frozen, their bodies trembling slightly, but unable to utter any sound. Only the extreme pain and unbelievable despair in their eyes screamed silently.

Yagyu Piaoxu's serene face, illuminated by countless emerging Sword Qi rays, displayed a fragmented beauty.

She slightly parted her lips, as if to say something, but only more Sword Qi light escaped from her mouth and eyes.

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's hand, gripping his blade, tried to lift, but this tiny movement caused the Sword Qi light on his entire arm to suddenly intensify.

With a soft "pfft," the clothes on his arm turned into countless fragments, revealing the skin beneath, covered in tiny points of light. Immediately, his skin also cracked like fragile porcelain, and more light pierced through.

Sunlight, passing through these crisscrossing Sword Qi beams, refracted into a hazy and cruel halo, illuminating this killing ground of an official road as if it were a bizarre and illusory realm.

Then, they reached their limit.

"Bang—"

A dull, not-so-loud shattering sound.

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami and Yagyu Piaoxu's bodies, at the peak of the seven hundred thirty-one Sword Qi lights' intensity, disintegrated with a crash, like water bags burst by internal pressure, or sand sculptures scattered by the wind!

There were no large body parts, no spraying organs.

Only countless tiny particles of blood, flesh, and bone fragments, propelled by those seven hundred thirty-one final Sword Qi, transformed into two suddenly expanding, then slowly falling, red and white mists, scattering and settling upon the dust of the official road.

"This is what's called, 'blood drifting in the human world'!" Lu Jiuyuan released his hand, and the coarse cloth handkerchief fluttered to the dust.

A gentle breeze blew, carrying a faint scent of blood and the red and white dust that hadn't fully settled.

Lu Jiuyuan watched this scene expressionlessly, then looked up at the sky. It wasn't yet three quarters past noon; just right, a joyous occasion!

The mixed red and white dust slowly settled, seeping into the dry yellow earth, staining the official road with a glaring blemish.

The remaining Shinkage School Disciples were already terrified; seeing his gaze sweep over them, they cried out and scattered, fleeing in all directions.

"Since you've come, why leave?"

Lu Jiuyuan's tone was calm, but his figure moved like a ghost. He no longer used the Guhong Sword, but merely used his finger as a sword, pointing in the air.

The whooshing sounds of Sword Qi piercing the air were incessant. With each flash of Sword Qi, a Japanese Martial Artist would fall to the ground, a rapidly expanding crimson spot on his glabella or throat.

Within a few breaths, there was no one left standing on the official road.

The breeze carried the scent of blood, stirring the hem of his green robes.

The afternoon sun was still scorching, shining on this silent killing ground, creating a chilling contrast.

Looking at the sky, Lu Jiuyuan suddenly regretted it deeply, regretting killing the Great Golden Roc too early.

If he could have tamed the Great Golden Roc, he could have ridden it to Japan to exterminate the Shinkage School by now.

Still too impulsive!

On the official road beneath the scorching sun, the scent of blood had not yet dissipated.

Lu Jiuyuan was bending down to pick up Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's "God of Slaughter" blade. His fingertips brushed the cold blade, then his brow subtly twitched, and he turned his head to look at the end of the official road.

A figure was approaching at an extremely fast speed, clad in tight green robes, with a tall and straight physique, and a uniquely shaped long blade at his waist.

The newcomer's movement technique was excellent; he was silent in his movements, and it was none other than the Dragon Guard Manor's top agent, Duan Tianya.

Within a few breaths, Duan Tianya had arrived nearby.

His footsteps abruptly halted, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the ground, especially the two patches of glaring red and white stains that had not yet fully seeped into the soil, causing his pupils to suddenly contract.

When his gaze fell upon the familiar "God of Slaughter" blade in Lu Jiuyuan's hand, his expression instantly became incredibly grim.

"Imperial Uncle!"

Duan Tianya's voice carried a hint of imperceptible tremor, "These people... did you kill them?"

Lu Jiuyuan straightened up, casually tossing the "God of Slaughter" blade to the ground with a soft "clank," as if discarding a piece of trash.

He clapped his hands and said indifferently, "Indeed? Grand Hero Duan, you've come at an inconvenient time. If you had arrived a moment sooner, perhaps you could have reminisced with them. Now, you can only collect their bodies."

Duan Tianya took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the tumultuous waves in his heart.

He recognized that the clothes worn by the corpses were precisely the Disciple robes of the Yagyu Shinkage School!

And those two patches... he almost dared not imagine if they included his father-in-law, Yagyu Tajima-no-kami, and his sister-in-law, Piaoxu.