Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

Shen Qingzhu appeared calm on the surface, but was extremely confused on the inside.

At this moment, he was standing in the center of the huge courtyard. In front of him was the leader of the Black Killing Group, a majestic old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties and exuded the aura of a superior.

There were rows of chairs around the courtyard, and many of the people sitting on them were recognized by Shen Qingzhu. They were leaders of other gangs.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was very solemn, and everyone sat upright, watching the ceremony quietly.

Behind Shen Qingzhu, a group of Black Killer Team members knelt on one knee, looking at the two of them with eyes full of expectation and admiration.

The majestic old man in front of him talked a lot, then looked at Shen Qingzhu.

Shen Qingzhu was silent for a while, then noticed the expectant eyes of the people around him and nodded.

"well."

As the voice fell, everyone stood up.

The other gang leaders stood up and applauded, and the applause was thunderous.

What followed was the cheers of the Black Kill Group members, the sound of which was almost enough to blow the roof off the house.

Shen Qingzhu didn't understand why they were so excited, as if they had witnessed something very important.

Then he saw the team leader in front of him take off the haori from his body and put it on him.

Shen Qingzhu: ...

He was really stunned this time.

If his guess was correct, this was actually... the succession ceremony for the team leader?!

But, why?

Shen Qingzhu didn't understand, just as he didn't understand why he, an outsider, had come to this point.

The old man suddenly smiled and was no longer majestic.

He smiled and patted Shen Qingzhu's shoulder, saying something, as if an ordinary old man was imparting life experience to his beloved younger generation.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the gate of the courtyard.

"The leader of the Xuanhuang team, Meichuan Qiuku, requests a meeting!"

Shen Qingzhu suddenly turned around and looked.

Four months had passed since he first learned this name.

During this period, this name frequently appeared in his ears, but Shen Qingzhu never found a suitable opportunity to meet the other party.

The other person is obviously very close to me, yet it seems like they are worlds away.

Now, he heard the name again.

The old man beside him patted his shoulder and seemed to say something.

Then, everyone turned their eyes to him.

Shen Qingzhu was silent for a while, his face still calm.

He shouted towards the door.

"well."

With a creak, the door slowly opened, and at the door, a figure wearing a haori and a black mask with gold patterns appeared in front of everyone.

Behind the team leader stood a man and a woman. The man was shorter in stature, while the woman was slim and graceful, like an attractive peach.

Both of them wore masks and stared straight ahead with calm eyes. Wherever their gaze passed, no one dared to look them in the eye, as if there was some kind of prehistoric beast hidden under their suits.

When Shen Qingzhu saw this familiar outfit, the corners of her mouth curled up.

This guy is the one who can come up with such a name.

Everyone's eyes flickered back and forth between Shen Qingzhu and the mysterious leader of the Xuanhuang Group.

They discovered that the newly appointed leader of the Black Killing Group was actually laughing.

Sure enough, he knew the leader of the Xuanhuang Group!

Even the leader of the Xuanhuang Group, who never appeared in public, came to visit him specially because of him.

As for Shen Qingzhu, he just felt that his nerves, which had been tense for a long time, finally relaxed.

Five months have passed since he came to this place.

For the entire month of May, he lived in fear, fearing that one wrong step would lead to his downfall.

Lin Xuan stepped forward and shook hands with Shen Qingzhu.

"Greetings, Mr. Group Leader. I have come to watch the ceremony at your invitation.

After the ceremony, we may be able to discuss further cooperation between the Black Killing Group and the Xuanhuang Group. Don't worry, you won't suffer any loss."

Shen Qingzhu just nodded lightly, and their eyes met and then separated without saying anything more.

Lin Xuan nodded slightly to the old man next to Shen Qingzhu, stood beside the courtyard, and someone immediately handed him a chair.

Shen Qingzhu just glanced at him, his expression unchanged, and continued with the previous etiquette.

Soon, the ceremony ended, and the two came to a tea room under the guidance of the members of the Black Killing Group.

Lin Xuan waved to Matsuda Mei and Minamoto Chiruryu behind him.

"Go guard the door and don't let anyone in."

"Yes."

The two nodded, stood up and left.

Only Lin Xuan and Shen Qingzhu were left in the tea room.

The air became quiet for a moment.

Lin Xuan took off his mask and looked at Shen Qingzhu with a smile in his eyes.

"How does it feel to be the team leader, bro?"

"Being a team leader... to be honest, it's very stressful."

Shen Qingzhu's shoulders slumped.

But he was not in the habit of complaining, so he asked about another matter instead.

"By the way, how did you know I was here? Was it a prophecy?"

"Pretty much. I foresaw some things, so I made some arrangements in advance."

Lin Xuan told Shen Qingzhu about his and An Qingyu's arrangements, as well as the situation in Japan.

Shen Qingzhu tried hard to digest this information. He was a little shocked when Lin Xuan said that everyone was teleported in batches.

But it is normal when you think about it. If he is really the King who has become a god, it is natural for him to have such ability.

Just ...

Shen Qingzhu recalled the time when he met the old man Wang Mian in the fog.

Why does the king who has become a god also look so weak?

Shen Qingzhu collected his thoughts and turned to talk about another matter.

"You want the Black Killer Group and the Xuanhuang Group to cooperate and march into Kanto?"

"Yes, in fact, the encroachment on Guandong has already begun. However, An Qingyu and I agree that if only the Xuanhuang Group did this, it would be too conspicuous. In addition, the Xuanhuang Group's rapid rise would easily attract the attention of the Oracle."

"Oracle?... This is troublesome."

Shen Qingzhu nodded. According to Lin Xuan's narration, the Oracle was a powerful being at the peak of the Klein Realm, and he also possessed different strange abilities.

"By the way, when I first arrived in this area and tried to use the Forbidden Ruins, I felt a vague sense of surveillance. Could this also be related to the Pure Land you mentioned?"

“Precisely speaking, not really.

You may not know, Brother, that this circle of people in Japan is inside a sacred artifact called the Eight-foot Mirror, and the source of that gaze is the spirit of the Eight-foot Mirror."

"what?"

Shen Qingzhu was completely stunned. He thought that what Lin Xuan said before, that they were teleported in batches by Wang Mian, was shocking enough, but he didn't expect that there was something even more outrageous!

"You mean, we are actually in a mirror now?"

"Correct."

Lin Xuan nodded.

"What about you? You can't use your abilities either?"

"No, I can use it."

His Word Spirit was not within the detection range of the Eight-foot Mirror Spirit, that is, the Thunder Beast. He knew this when he used the Dark Mirror upon landing but was safe and sound.

"……monster."

Shen Qingzhu choked and complained.

"I have one last question."

Shen Qingzhu and Lin Xuan looked at each other.

"Did you know I was here a long time ago and deliberately not show up?"

Shen Qingzhu stared at Lin Xuan closely, and then he saw Lin Xuan stunned for a moment.

His eyes slowly moved away from Shen Qingzhu's face and drifted into the sky.

Shen Qingzhu: ...