Chapter 625: 207. Natsuki Kuri + Tamamo-no-Mae, double the happiness..._5
She hovered, her toes lightly touching the ground, her fluttering garments giving her an air of majestic elegance. In a brief moment, her thoughts shifted countless times. After weighing the pros and cons, she withdrew her finger. The demonic power at her fingertip shattered, transforming into points of light that merged back into her golden eyes.
Fujiwara Reya withdrew the Ame-no-Murakumo, letting out a silent sigh of relief.
Tamamo-mae settled back down at the dressing table, crossing her long legs. The icy coldness on her face subsided somewhat as she asked, "How did you find this place?"
Fujiwara Reya gave a wry smile, "There’s a world war going on outside. Even if I were a pig, I’d know you’re about to break free."
"What is your purpose in seeking me out?" Tamamo-mae watched her quietly, her exquisite features as alluring and dangerous as a poppy flower.
"Uh, well, I’m a peace-loving gentleman..." Fujiwara Reya lowered his head, looking at her delicate little feet, "If possible, after you leave, please tell them to stop fighting."
Tamamo-mae snorted, her eyes full of mockery.
Without looking at her face, Fujiwara Reya continued, "You see, you are a king, the Fox Clan’s king. I’m also a king, king of the Heavenly Dog Clan. We’re both kings. You wouldn’t mind doing a small favor..."
"But you are no king." Tamamo-mae interrupted him coldly, "Just a mere Demon King. Have the other seven great tengu in your clan agreed for you to be king?"
Fujiwara Reya silently drew out the Ame-no-Murakumo.
"..."
Tamamo-mae shut her mouth.
Oh, it’s just a divine artifact... She spat inwardly, annoyed at this feeling of being at a loss for words.
"Though my realm is lowly, my strength is not as weak as it seems," Fujiwara Reya slowly raised his head, looking directly into her eyes with determination, "If you insist on starting this conflict, please allow me to be your first opponent."
He lowered his posture because he’s always been a polite Little Heavenly Dog.
He was unyielding because he was taught from a young age to do this kind of thing... except he couldn’t be a devoted man, he thought he should be perfect in other aspects.
Tamamo-mae gazed faintly at this descendant of an old acquaintance, softly saying, "Get lost."
Fujiwara Reya shook his head.
"In honor of Shodokan, I will not kill you," Tamamo-mae suddenly felt a bit weary, rubbing her brow, "Do not think that just because you possess the Ame-no-Murakumo, you can oppose me."
"Thank you for your kindness." Fujiwara Reya bowed politely.
Tamamo-mae flexed her wrist.
Since negotiations failed, the only option was to fight.
"Before we engage, I have one more thing to ask you..." Fujiwara Reya straightened up and asked her, "Have you seen a short-haired woman? A very beautiful woman."
Tamamo-mae’s eyes slightly twitched.
As if discovering something interesting, she licked her lips and drifted towards him.
Fujiwara Reya shivered.
Tamamo-mae’s figure floated in front of him, her red dress swirling majestically, exceptional in grace.
"Is it this kind of woman you mean..."
The sweet and tender voice tickled in his ear canal, but Fujiwara Reya’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The queen before him, her hair and facial features were subtly shifting. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a short-haired Natsuki Kuri. However, her eyes remained a golden color...
Looking at the now significantly more charming aunt, Fujiwara Reya’s heart slowly sank.
Confirming her identity, he clenched his fists tightly, holding onto the last shred of hope, "How should I address you?"
"Koriya, what do you think?" Short-haired Tamamo-mae’s expression grew more playful.
After the fusion of two souls, she naturally understood all of Natsuki Kuri’s inner thoughts. She held deep disdain for the woman’s desperate attempts to acquire her body merely to be worthy of him.
"Can you give her back to me?" Fujiwara Reya asked solemnly.
"Isn’t she right in front of you?" Tamamo-mae beckoned to him with a hint of ridicule in her eyes.
Fujiwara Reya sighed softly, "I see, I’ll go look for her in Yomi Country then."
As his words fell, he drew his sword and thrust.
In the dim space, the sword’s light blazed.
Tamamo-mae simultaneously threw a punch.
As her fist advanced, the sword light seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and the space dimmed once again.
"Bang!"
The air exploded, and amidst the rising white mist, the two figures retreated simultaneously.
Tamamo-mae was the first to stabilize herself, standing still in mid-air.
The exploding shockwave swept through the ruins, turning everything in its path to ashes. The fierce wind howled, unable to lift a single strand of her hair, her demonic power rapidly climbing, soon reaching its peak.
"Ga~"
A clear and charming cry of a vixen echoed over the ruins.
Fujiwara Reya, who had just come to a stop, immediately charged with his sword again.
Tamamo-mae struck instantly.
The dainty little fist came with a will of destruction, as if mountains were about to collapse and the heavens were crumbling.
"Boom~!"
Sword and fist collided.
An incredibly violent shockwave swept across the entire ruins, destroying countless once-solid structures into dust, scattering like powder.
The space inside the Killing Stone was teetering on the brink of collapse.
The shockwave rippled out in waves, with Tamamo-mae leaping gracefully through the center of the ripples, effortlessly catching the blade of Ame-no-Murakumo with her fingertips, slamming Fujiwara Reya down onto the ground.
Fujiwara Reya gripped the hilt tightly, channeling his full demonic power to counter Tamamo-mae’s force.
Vivid energy clashed, vibrating the space, with explosions continuously bursting like magnificent fireworks.
The space shattered, and the ground crumbled beneath.