Chapter 624: 207. Natsuki Kuri + Tamamo-no-Mae, double the happiness..._4
"Have you witnessed the might of this king, ant? I can smell the fear in your heart..."
"Pah!"
"Humans, you are not worthy of this world. Watch as I crush you!"
"Ahahaha... I will definitely win..." Natsuki Kuri laughed maniacally, completely mismatched with her delicate short hair.
"Keep dreaming!"
Tamamo Mae coldly and mercilessly declared judgment.
As the lights flickered, the battle between the two souls gradually ended.
The last trace of blackness was completely swallowed up in those golden alluring eyes.
"Pathetic..."
Tamamo Mae haughtily gave a faint smile.
As lava spread incessantly, about to engulf the stone platform, the flame-robed queen rose into the air, transforming into a swirling black silhouette.
She flew to the sky above the sleeping palace.
Her clothes, red as fire, hung suspended over the ruins.
Her fiery long hair scattered behind, the face of solitary arrogance, revealing just a hint of loneliness amidst tranquility.
She slowly surveyed her surroundings, seeing all structures reduced to ruins, the once unparalleled palace collapsing under the relentless river of time over a millennium, as if even the debris and rubble had tired of recounting a millennium of solitude with their master.
"Sigh~"
Tamamo Mae sighed softly.
Her eyes cast towards the former bath, and she descended.
With a raise of her hand, the long-dry bath was immediately filled with warm, clear water. She snapped out of her momentary melancholy, her red robe silently slipping off as she eased into the pool.
Washing herself clean, she prepared to kill.
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As Fujiwara Reya entered the palace, he sensed a sudden surge of force.
A demonic power greater than ever before faced him, and he immediately knew that Tamamo Mae had broken free and that she had the strength of the Demon Venerable at her peak.
"Troublesome..."
Fujiwara Reya scratched his head.
At this level, one foot was practically stepping into the realm of the gods. He, a mere Demon King, approaching was nothing short of courting death... but he had no choice, as Amaterasu mentioned that Aunt had come here, yet he had identified every detectable scent and couldn’t find any trace of Aunt.
The only thing he knew was that Aunt had her sights set on Tamamo Mae.
He had no choice but to force his way in... Fujiwara Reya clenched the Totsuka in his arms, navigating through the palace at the fastest speed, following the fox scent wafting to the entrance of a doorless room.
The sound of water could faintly be heard from inside.
Fujiwara Reya hesitated for a moment, rubbing his ears, doubting whether he had heard correctly.
There was no door, and peering inside, a graceful figure emerged from the bath, wrapping a fiery red robe around herself. She walked towards the dressing table, droplets of water continuously slipping from her damp hair, and glistening droplets trickling down her taut long legs.
So powerful... Fujiwara Reya was somewhat astonished in his heart.
In the room, Tamamo Mae walked among the scattered ruins, discovering a small box.
Her fingers, white and delicate, traced over the patterns on the wooden box, and after opening the iron chain, inside was a wooden comb. In the dim and chaotic space, her face appeared so strikingly beautiful, as she sat at the dressing table, gently combing her long hair.
With the surge of demonic power, her damp red hair dried quickly, and as the wind tousled it, the color was even more radiant than her red robes.
"Come in." She suddenly spoke.
Fujiwara Reya hesitated briefly before slowly stepping into the room, his gaze fixed on her fiery figure.
"Reuniting with an old acquaintance and you plan not to say a word?" Tamamo Mae, with her back to him, simply twisted her long hair into a bun, inserting a plain wooden hairpin into it.
"Uh, I don’t know you..." Fujiwara Reya said politely.
Hearing his unfamiliar voice, Tamamo Mae was also taken aback.
She slowly turned around, her gaze softly sweeping over Fujiwara Reya’s face.
A strange face, yet the aura was undeniable... Tamamo Mae gazed at Fujiwara Reya’s face, her golden pupils exceedingly enchanting, majestic yet containing the innate allure of the Fox Clan, as if encompassing all the beauty of the world.
Fujiwara Reya felt an illusion.
Even though she was looking at him, she wasn’t really seeing him... it was as if somewhere within him, she saw an interaction between two monarchs from a millennium past.
"Uh, ahem..." Fujiwara Reya cleared his throat.
Tamamo Mae snapped back, her eyes filled with golden light: "Where is Shodokan?"
"Dead." Fujiwara Reya replied.
Tamamo Mae frowned: "How did he die?"
"To save his severely injured mother, he transferred his essence to her..." Fujiwara Reya explained, "He died of old age two years later."
"Lived in vain for so many years." Tamamo Mae laughed coldly, her expression contemptuous.
"Not in vain." Fujiwara Reya retorted, "Though he never received grandmother’s genuine affection, at least on his deathbed, he earned his daughter’s recognition."
Tamamo Mae raised her hand, smacking his head from a distance: "How dare you contradict the words of this king?"
Fujiwara Reya grasped his head, grimacing in pain, "Pah, old hag..."
"Courting death!" Tamamo Mae’s face turned cold, "Shodokan would never dare speak such words before me, are you, a mere junior, tired of living!"
Her fiery long hair moved gently, the wind lifting the hem of her skirt.
Tamamo Mae floated up, reaching forward with her hand.
The air instantly solidified, and time seemed to stand still, with only her jade-like fingers gently tracing through the void.
"Hey, hey, don’t make a move..." Fujiwara Reya drew the Totsuka, preparing for a mighty enemy, "I’m just passing by, we have no enmity, no need to resort to life and death!"
Seeing the Totsuka in his hand, Tamamo Mae’s heart was startled.