章節 214: Chapter 213: Offended?

In the distance, two arks approached the Blue Wind Imperial Family Ark. One was an ancient flying battleship, its massive hull cutting through the sky with terrifying presence, and the other a colossal galleon ark bearing the ominous flag of the Blood Divine Hall.

Fen Moli stood at the helm of the massive galleon, his eyes narrowing as the stormy winds whipped past him. His sharp gaze was fixed on the Blue Wind Ark, anticipation burning in his chest. Around him, two dozen high-level Earth Profound Realm disciples moved with quiet purpose, preparing for the strike.

Beside him stood a figure whose very presence exuded power—Kuang Long, the sworn brother of the Blood Divine Hall's clan master. A giant of a man, with purple-gray hair and distinctive sideburns, Kuang Long's golden armor gleamed ominously in the fading light. Fur-lined and imposing, his armor was a fortress in itself, designed for both offense and defense. His massive shoulder plates and arm guards added to his formidable appearance, making him a terrifying figure to face in battle.

Fen Moli glanced at him, a smirk tugging at his lips. "To need our help in taking down the Imperial Family... you must be really desperate," he said, his voice laced with mocking amusement.

Kuang Long, unfazed, simply grunted, the golden hue of his armor reflecting the distant glow of the sky. His eyes flickered with a cold, calculating gleam. "I only helped because you promised me a ridiculous amount once we're done. Don't think I'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart."

Fen Moli nodded, the urgency in his expression sharpening. "We are in dire need of your strength. We need you to take down the Grand Imperial Protector. While you do that, we'll capture the participants and finish what we started."

With a subtle motion, Fen Moli's disciples began donning disguises, blending into the shadows to avoid recognition.

"The Grand Imperial Protector must be really strong for you to ask for my help," Kuang Long smirked, the gleam of excitement in his eyes as he ran a hand through his purple-gray hair.

"That woman is in the Fourth Level of the Emperor Profound Realm," Fen Moli sighed, his tone laced with frustration. "She easily defeated the Clan Master. It was pure bullying."

"A woman?" Kuang Long's expression darkened, his eyes glinting with a dangerous curiosity. "A perfect slave for me if I can beat her. She'll be mine, one way or another."

Fen Moli raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing. "You can have whatever you want, Kuang Long, but don't forget, the participants of the tournament are our true objective. The Clan Master specifically asked for them. You can take the rest, but we need those participants alive. Make sure they're unharmed."

Kuang Long chuckled darkly, a low rumble of amusement escaping his lips. "I'll make sure to leave enough for you to collect," he said, the thrill of the coming battle apparent in his voice. "But if that woman is as strong as you say, I might need to make her my own first. Can't let a prize like that slip through my fingers."

Kuang Long smirked, crossing his arms as he surveyed the approaching ark. "Hmph, the Imperial Family's ark will make a fine addition to my fleet," he declared, his voice filled with arrogance.

As he spoke, a smaller ark pulled alongside the main galleon, its arrival announced by a burst of energy. Fen Moli's expression shifted, his brows furrowing in surprise. The flag of the Heavenly Sword Villa fluttered on the smaller ark's mast.

A commanding voice rang out. "Heavenly Sword Villa, Elder Ling Mu requests permission to board."

Several figures leapt gracefully from the smaller vessel onto the galleon's deck, their uniforms pristine and their presence commanding. Fen Moli straightened himself, masking his irritation with a forced smile. "Elder Ling Mu, what could the Heavenly Sword Villa want with us?" he asked cautiously.

Ling Mu's expression was stern, his voice calm but resolute. "You may be here for Yun Che and that Unohana Retsu, but the Heavenly Sword Villa has its own interest. Our mission is to capture Princess Cang Yue alive."

"Hoo?" Kuang Long's lips curled into a wicked grin. "And why would the esteemed Heavenly Sword Villa concern itself with the princess? Planning to keep her as a trophy, perhaps?" His eyes gleamed with ill intent, already scheming how he might seize every woman aboard the Imperial ark.

Ling Mu shook his head, his tone brooking no argument. "This is a direct request from both our Great Villa Elder and Villa Master. Princess Cang Yue must be captured at all costs. The rest of the passengers are of no concern to us; you can do as you wish with them. But the princess is non-negotiable."

Kuang Long's grin faltered for a brief moment. The Heavenly Sword Villa was no entity to offend lightly. While the Blood Divine Hall was powerful, it lacked the Sovereign Profound Realm masters that the Villa had in abundance with their connection with the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region. A misstep here could invoke the wrath of one of the Four Sacred Grounds.

"Hmph," Kuang Long grunted, masking his unease. "Very well. But mark my words, Elder Ling Mu, I'll have my share of the spoils. Just don't expect me to take orders from you."

Ling Mu's sharp gaze lingered on Kuang Long for a moment before he spoke again. "Do not overstep, Kuang Long. The Heavenly Sword Villa has no intention of sharing its wrath with those who can't comprehend their limits."

The tension hung thick in the air as both men stared each other down, their fragile alliance teetering on a blade's edge.

"Xiao Heng of the Xiao Sect requests permission to board," came another voice, cutting through the tense air. The arrival of the Xiao Sect's vessel added yet another layer to the gathering storm.

Kuang Long's grin widened as the vessel drew closer, his voice dripping with mockery. "Oho, looks like I've got esteemed guests from the three great sects today. What an unexpected honor."

As Xiao Heng stepped onto the deck, flanked by his men, Fen Moli regarded him with a sharp gaze. "Xiao Heng, what business brings you here?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"Hmph." Xiao Heng's expression was cold, his voice firm. "We're here for the Blue Wind Imperial Family. Nothing more, nothing less."

Fen Moli folded his arms, his voice laced with warning. "Do be mindful that our objective is to capture Yun Che and Unohana Retsu."

Ling Mu interjected with a sharp tone, his authority evident. "And the Heavenly Sword Villa requires Princess Cang Yue. That is non-negotiable."

Kuang Long's golden armor gleamed under the moonlight as he turned to Xiao Heng with a smirk. "I've been promised treasures, women, and the life of the emperor himself. Step out of line, Xiao Heng, and I might consider paying a visit to the Xiao Sect next."

Xiao Heng scowled but didn't rise to the bait. "Our only aim is to settle the humiliation we suffered during the tournament. Yun Che is the target of our vengeance. We have no interest in anything else."

Ling Mu's expression darkened as he spoke again, his voice lowering ominously. "Be mindful of one thing—all of this is happening without her master's knowledge. We've stationed disciples along the borders, and none have reported any sign of him. Tonight is our only opportunity to strike. If the swordsman finds out…" He trailed off, letting the unspoken threat hang heavily in the air.

The weight of his words silenced the group momentarily. It was clear to all present: failure tonight would mean more than defeat. It would mean annihilation at the hands of a man whose reputation cast a shadow even over the combined strength of their sects.

"The swordsman? Dracule Mihawk?" Kuang Long sneered, his voice laced with mockery. "Hah! Let him come! All of you tremble before a mere Peak Sky Profound Realm swordsman? Pathetic."

Fen Moli's expression darkened, his voice sharp with warning. "He's not just any swordsman. He defeated multiple Emperor Profound Realm experts with a single strike! What makes you think you're any different?"

Kuang Long's eyes narrowed, his smirk hardening into a scowl. "You dare to insult me? The so-called swordsman is just a man laden with treasures. Strip him of those, and he's nothing more than an ant beneath my feet."

"You truly don't understand the power you're toying with," Fen Moli retorted, his tone ice-cold.

Ling Mu stepped forward, his gaze flickering between the two men. "Enough of this bickering. Instead of measuring egos, we should focus on preparing. Those participants aren't as simple as they appear. If we want to succeed, we'll need a plan to counter them."

Xiao Heng, who had been observing silently, finally spoke. "We can deploy a Profound Suppression Formation once we're there. That should handle them effectively."

Fen Moli shook his head, his voice low and grave. "You're underestimating the swordsman. Even formations crumble before him. I've seen it firsthand. In Gao Ling City, he knocked out elders with his aura alone and brought sect masters to their knees. If he's here…" His voice trailed off, the weight of the memory palpable.

"Good thing he's not," Ling Mu interjected, breaking the tension momentarily.

Kuang Long let out a bark of laughter, his confidence unshaken. "If he dares show his face, I'll make sure to teach him a lesson he won't forget." His smirk returned, more menacing than ever, as if daring the specter of Mihawk to challenge him.

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"Upsies!" Nezuko squealed as Xue Ling hoisted her up into her arms. Despite Nezuko's formidable cultivation and her status as a heaven's child of the pinnacle Sky Profound Realm, her behavior was irresistibly endearing. Beneath her strength and abilities lay the heart of a child, craving affection and play.

"Yes, dear… You really do like upsies." Xue Ling sighed gently, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Hnnnn…" Nezuko nodded enthusiastically, nestling against Xue Ling's shoulder.

As Xue Ling carried her, she reflected on the events of the day. The Blue Wind Imperial Family, once seen as the underdogs of the tournament, had overturned expectations spectacularly. They had defeated elites from the Burning Heaven Clan and Xiao Sect, leaving their competitors crippled for the upcoming round of 32. Even Cang Yue herself had defeated a prominent elite from the Heavenly Sword Villa, proving her strength and strategy.

While the others were busy—Cang Yue deep in discussion about the tournament with her father and Qin Wushang, Xia Yuanba helping prepare the table, and Yun Che seemingly missing—Xue Ling's thoughts remained tangled in the whirlwind of recent events. She assumed Yun Che was preparing something for Cang Yue and Retsu, as he often did, but his absence still felt conspicuous.

Just as she pondered, a presence caught her attention. Her heart skipped a beat as her gaze fixed on the figure before her. He wore loose, flowing pants and an open white shirt with a ruffled neckline, his cloak draped casually over his shoulders. But it was the towering black sword strapped behind him, along with the signature wide-brimmed hat, that confirmed his identity.

"Papa!" 'Nezuko' squealed with delight, leaping out of Xue Ling's arms and into his. Yun Che is quite impressed seeing Yoruko playing her Nezuko role at her best.

The man caught her effortlessly, lifting her high into the air. "Little runt… Are you well?" Yun Che asked in his Mihawk guise, his deep voice carrying a rare tenderness Mihawk had.

"Hnn! Really well!" Nezuko beamed, wriggling happily as he held her.

Xue Ling stood frozen, her voice catching in her throat. "L-Lord Mihawk…" she stammered, hardly able to believe her eyes.

There he was, the enigmatic swordsman she thought had disappeared into the day when he decided to wipe out the higher ups of the Xiao Sect, standing right before her. And once again, it was only she and Nezuko bearing witness to his presence, as if fate conspired to draw her into his world.

"Fairy Xue Ling… it's nice to see you again," Yun Che said, his tone composed as he donned the guise of Mihawk. He carefully chose his words, mindful of what Cang Yue had shared about Xue Ling's feelings for his alternate persona.

"The… the honor is mine," Xue Ling replied, her surprise evident yet tempered with an effort to maintain her composure. She couldn't let herself falter in front of him. "To think you're here of all places."

Yun Che feigned nonchalance. "Someone woke me from my nap," he said with a mock sigh. "Might as well visit Yue'er and my daughter before dealing with the pests." His sharp eyes darted ahead momentarily, scanning the area.

Then, turning to Yoruko, who was fully immersed in her role as Nezuko, he asked with a teasing smile, "Did you behave yourself while I was away?"

"Hnnn!" Nezuko nodded enthusiastically, her expression bright and innocent.

"What is this issue about a 'Heaven's Child,' Lady Xue Ling?" Yun Che inquired, pretending to be unaware of the situation.

Xue Ling's posture straightened as she explained, "Her talent was recognized during the tournament. People began calling her Heaven's Child because of her extraordinary cultivation—advancing from the Peak of Earth Profound Realm to the Peak of Sky Profound Realm. How… how did you train her to become this strong?"

Yun Che let out a measured sigh, keeping up his Mihawk persona's calm demeanor. "I have my ways," he replied cryptically, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "But she's quite the mischievous one, aren't you?" He gently patted Yoruko's head as a reward for her excellent portrayal of Nezuko.

"Ehee…" Yoruko, in her guise as Nezuko, giggled happily, savoring the headpats from her master.

Xue Ling observed the interaction, feeling a pang of warmth at the sight of Mihawk's rare tenderness. For a moment, she envied the little one for earning such affection so easily.

"Well, no matter," Yun Che said, ruffling Nezuko's hair gently, his Mihawk persona maintaining its composed aura. "As long as you didn't cause trouble for your big sister Yue."

"Ano-nee... Mama and Haha always play with me. Oba-chan is really nice too!" Yoruko chimed in sweetly, fully immersed in her role as Nezuko.

"Mama?" Yun Che tilted his head slightly, feigning curiosity.

"She was referring to Chu Yueli," Xue Ling clarified, her tone steady but with a faint hint of amusement at Nezuko's attachment to Yueli.

"Yueli's taking care of Nezuko too?" Yun Che asked, his voice lined with an air of innocence, as if he hadn't already pieced this together. His gaze flickered toward Xue Ling briefly, gauging her reaction.

"Yes. Nezuko calls her 'Mama'. She is extremely fond with Nezuko ever since her visit with her to the Frozen Cloud Asgard." Xue Ling replied, her voice betraying a touch of jealousy that even she couldn't completely hide.

"I see…" Yun Che nodded, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "What does she call you?"

"Haha… I am sure you knew what it meant." Xue Ling blushed furiously, the faint pink rising to her cheeks as she avoided his gaze.

Yun Che sighed softly, his mind processing the information. Then, a thought sparked, and he tilted his head slightly in curiosity. "Who is this Oba-chan you're talking about?"

"That white-haired oba-chan with Mama! She lets me sit with her!" Yoruko chirped happily, her innocent excitement lighting up the mood.

Xue Ling exhaled, half in amusement and half in exasperation. "I think she's referring to Gong Yuxian."

"The Asgard Mistress of Frozen Cloud Asgard? She calls her Oba-chan? Since when are they that close?" Yun Che raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. Of all people, he hadn't expected Gong Yuxian to be pulled into Nezuko's cheerful orbit.

"Sort of... I have no idea." Xue Ling replied with a tired sigh. It seemed nothing Yoruko did could truly shock her anymore.

"She's making friends with just about anyone," Yun Che mused, shaking his head lightly but with a smile tugging at his lips. His expression shifted as his eyes flicked to the distance, his demeanor becoming serious.

Xue Ling caught the change and furrowed her brow slightly. "What is it?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity and concern.

"Looks like they're getting closer," Yun Che said, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"They? Who...?" Xue Ling asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Apparently, not everyone is thrilled about the Imperial Family's recent victories. I've noticed the Heavenly Sword Villa has joined forces with some unidentified group. They've disguised themselves to avoid suspicion. Alongside them is the Burning Heaven Clan, looking for trouble," Yun Che explained, his sharp senses picking up on distant whispers and movements.

"Them? But Ling Feiyu's defeat was accepted," Xue Ling said, frowning in disbelief. The thought of the Heavenly Sword Villa stooping to such tactics seemed absurd.

"It's not about that," Yun Che in his Mihawk guise replied, his tone cool and measured. "The palace incident a few days ago didn't go unnoticed. It stirred interest from the wrong kinds of people. I am sure of their true intentions. The Burning Heaven Clan is after that Yun Che and Retsu, while the Heavenly Sword Villa has set their sights on Yue'er."

"They dare target Yue'er?" Xue Ling seethed, her grip tightening as fury flared in her eyes. Any remaining neutrality she held toward the Villa crumbled in an instant.

"I'll handle them," Yun Che said, a smirk tugging at his lips. Confidence radiated from him as he prepared to intercept the gathered forces before they could reach the Imperial Family.

Nezuko, perched nearby, perked up, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. "Papa, can I go and play with them?" she asked, her tone a mixture of excitement and innocence.

"Sure, let's play with them," Yun Che agreed with a smirk, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. He was curious to see Yoruko in action outside the confines of the inner world. This was the perfect opportunity to showcase why "Nezuko" was feared. Despite her guise, the one in control wasn't the real Nezuko but his knife sword spirit, Yoruko. The true reason behind the Heaven's Child's terrifying reputation.

Xue Ling sighed, already imagining the chaos. When Nezuko said she wanted to play, it was never innocent. She remembered how the girl had toyed with the assassins during their last encounter, leaving destruction in her wake.

"Are you sure bringing her is safe?" Xue Ling asked hesitantly, her concern evident.

"You've seen her fight, haven't you?" Yun Che replied, his Mihawk persona's trademark smirk playing on his lips. He wasn't surprised by Xue Ling's worry; he knew she had fought alongside Nezuko before.

"I… You knew about that?" Xue Ling blushed, embarrassed that her dangerous escapade had been noticed. She vividly remembered how Chu Yueli and Little Fairy had come to her aid during that chaotic battle.

"I'm always watching the little one," Yun Che said confidently. "Emperor Profound Realm? That's nothing to her. She's agile, fast, and frighteningly smart in battle."

Xue Ling hesitated but then steeled herself. A determined look replaced her worry. This could be her chance—not just to fight but to stand alongside the greatest swordsman in the world. Standing with Dracule Mihawk himself and at the same time, impressing him. "If you don't mind, can I come as well?" she asked.

"It'll be dangerous," Yun Che warned, his tone serious.

"I know, but I want to protect Yue'er this time, even if she never knows about it," Xue Ling said firmly.

Yun Che studied her for a moment before nodding. "Then, let's go pay them a visit."

"Ehee! Papa, Haha, and Nezuko!" Yoruko squealed, her excitement spilling over as she twirled in Nezuko's guise.

Xue Ling couldn't help but smile faintly. This wasn't going to be an ordinary battle—it was going to be an unforgettable storm.

Also, her moment alongside the swordsman and his daughter.

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"Brother Long, the targets will be captured by us. We only want Yun Che and Unohana Retsu. Leave them alive," Fen Moli commanded, his tone low but firm as he readied his disguised men. The group was cloaked in the attire of mercenaries, ensuring no suspicion would fall on their respective sects.

"We're here only for the princess. You can kill or keep the rest." Ling Mu, the elder from the Heavenly Sword Villa, spoke coldly. His orders were clear: capture Cang Yue at all costs and ensure her master, Mihawk, remained unaware. His sharp eyes scanned the approaching Imperial Ark, calculating their approach. Ling Mu's presence was a testament to how seriously the Villa's Great Elder took this task.

Beside them stood Xiao Heng of the Xiao Sect, his expression grim. His clan had a separate agenda. They sought vengeance against Mihawk for humiliating their sect and feared Yun Che's growing reputation. Targeting Mihawk's disciple would deal a personal blow, and preventing Yun Che from interfering with Xiao Kuanglei's ambitions was imperative. Their men, too, were disguised among Kuang Long's forces, blending seamlessly into the chaos.

"Hmph. If their women are pretty, I'll enjoy them first before handing them over," Kuang Long sneered, licking his lips. His vulgar demeanor sent a wave of unease through some of the disguised attackers, but none dared to voice dissent. As the strongest among the gathered forces, his word was final. "All treasures, wealth, and female captives are mine first. Once I've had my fill, you'll get them back in one piece. That's our agreement."

The other sect members exchanged tense glances but ultimately nodded. Kuang Long's brute strength made him untouchable in their makeshift alliance. As long as he didn't kill the high-value targets, they had no choice but to endure his depravity.

"Very well," Fen Moli muttered, his tone devoid of emotion, though a flicker of disgust passed across his face. Ling Mu and Xiao Heng nodded reluctantly, their focus on their own goals. They would tolerate Kuang Long's excesses for now.

"Men! Charge the Imperial Ark! Clear out the guards and prepare to seize the targets!" Kuang Long roared, his voice reverberating across the waters. The mercenaries let out a collective war cry, their bloodlust palpable as they surged forward, blades glinting under the dim light. The waters churned with the wake of their assault, an ominous harbinger of the chaos to come.

The Imperial Ark, majestic and imposing, sailed ahead, its passengers and crew unaware of the encroaching threat. It was a floating fortress, a testament to the power and pride of the Imperial Family, but even the most formidable defenses had their vulnerabilities.

Kuang Long's strategy was methodical and ruthless. "Sky Profound Realm mercenaries, go now! Take out the guards quietly before we make our move. This is no ordinary vessel—it will be heavily guarded. Ensure you neutralize their strength before the main assault begins."

His voice was calm now, laced with the confidence of a predator who had already cornered its prey. The elite mercenaries nodded, vanishing into the shadows as they began their silent infiltration. They moved like specters across the water, their presence barely rippling the surface as they neared the Imperial Ark.

"Battle Warship! Commence attack! Prepare the cannons and fire on my command. Target the Imperial Ark as soon as it's in range. With the guards neutralized, the emperor, the princess, and her so-called champions will be helpless." Kuang Long grinned, his expression feral.

"Yes, sir!" came the response as the crew on the warship sprang into action. Massive cannons were adjusted, the creaking of wood and groaning of iron filling the air as they prepared to unleash a devastating volley. The battleship ark bristled with weaponry, its men primed for destruction.

Kuang Long watched the preparations with satisfaction, his hulking figure silhouetted against the firelight. "Soon, all their wealth, their women, and their lives will belong to me. And as for those so-called champions…" He smirked darkly, his eyes gleaming. "They'll beg for mercy before the end."

As the Imperial Ark glided closer, Kuang Long's forces tightened their grip, like a storm poised to strike. But in the depths of the looming darkness, unseen by Kuang Long, a sharp light was already preparing to cut through his shadowy ambitions.

In the distance, Yun Che, shrouded in his Mihawk guise, calmly unsheathed his towering black blade. The air around him grew heavy with anticipation, his silent power radiating like a storm ready to erupt. Beside him, Xue Ling tensed, her gaze fixed on the target far across the sea. Despite the distance, she could feel the tension in his grip, the calculated precision of a predator about to strike.

He smirked—a confident, razor-sharp expression that sent a chill down her spine. Without hesitation, he slashed downward.

The motion was deceptively simple, yet it unleashed a wave of compressed air that sliced through the atmosphere with a deafening silence. The slashes were so swift and precise that they left no trace in the air, invisible to the eye but undeniable in their power.

SLICE!

"Huh?" Kuang Long's eyes went wide, a flicker of confusion and disbelief flashing across his face as the soundless blade of air passed by the ship. For a heartbeat, nothing seemed to happen, the battle ark continuing its ominous drift.

Then came the aftermath.

The warship ark let out a low, groaning crack as a clean line split its massive frame directly through the center. The halves began to separate, the sheer precision of the attack delaying the realization among the crew.

When the two halves finally began their inevitable descent, chaos erupted. Screams filled the air as Sky Profound Realm mercenaries leaped desperately into flight, barely escaping the devastation. The rest—those of lower cultivation, from True Profound Realm to Earth Profound Realm—tumbled helplessly into the sea, swallowed by the chaotic waves and wreckage.

One strike. That was all it took.

Xue Ling's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding as she watched the obliteration unfold before her eyes. Her gaze darted to Mihawk, his calm demeanor unshaken, a faint smirk still playing on his lips.

In that moment, the gap between mortals and legends was laid bare.

"What happened?!" Kuang Long shouted as his battleship ark began to plummet from the skies.

"The battle warship was sliced into two!" one of his men cried out.

Before them, the grand warship—a vessel that had annihilated countless arks and sects—was cleaved cleanly in half. The sheer impossibility of it left the crew reeling as the massive halves of the ship crashed downward, taking the majority of Kuang Long's forces with it.

"That grand battle warship?! That's impossible! This warship was unmatched! By whom?!" Kuang Long roared, his voice tinged with disbelief. But the evidence lay before him in devastating clarity: his prized vessel reduced to rubble.

"Who is the one who did it?!" Kuang Long demanded, eyes darting wildly.

As if in response, three figures descended onto the main galleon ark with an air of quiet menace. The crew tensed, weapons drawn, while the men from the allied sects froze, their faces drained of color.

The disguised members of the combined sects stiffened as their gazes fell upon the figures standing before them. Among them was the Grand Imperial Protector herself, Xue Ling, her presence radiating an aura of command and deadly precision. Beside her stood the so-called Heaven's Child, Nezuko, her seemingly innocent demeanor hiding a profound and terrifying power that had already earned her a fearsome reputation.

But their collective terror wasn't directed at them. It was focused solely on the man at the center—the figure with the towering black sword strapped to his back.

His wide-brimmed black hat, adorned with a striking plume, cast a shadow over his sharp features, while his long, open black coat fluttered faintly in the wind, revealing a pristine white shirt underneath. Yet it wasn't his attire that gripped their souls with dread; it was his eyes.

Those infamous hawk-yellow eyes burned with an intense, predatory glare, piercing through their courage as easily as his sword would slice through their defenses. To those assembled, there was no mistaking him.

This was Dracule Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman—the hunter who had now become their executioner. Fear spread like wildfire among the disguised sect members, their resolve crumbling under the weight of his silent, yet overpowering presence.

Fen Moli trembled visibly, his voice a shaky whisper. "It's him…"

"'Hawk Eyes' Dracule Mihawk!" Xiao Heng shouted, his words echoing across the deck like a death knell. Panic rippled through the gathered forces, the name alone striking fear into their hearts.

The mercenaries and sect members exchanged terrified glances. The man now standing before them was the swordsman that even Mercenary City—the most powerful neutral force—dared not provoke.

"The swordsman?! Why is he here?!" Ling Mu stammered, inching backward as dread took hold.

Fen Moli's face twisted in horror. "How… how did he find out? We were so discreet about it!"

Their carefully laid plans, executed with precision and secrecy, were unraveling before their eyes. Somehow, Dracule Mihawk had appeared, as if emerging from the shadows of their own ambitions, and now stood poised to obliterate their hopes entirely. "There must be a traitor!"

"Run!" one of the disguised men shouted in panic, but as they turned to flee, Yun Che, still in his Mihawk guise, calmly raised two fingers and traced a line through the air. A shimmering, massive barrier materialized around them, locking them in with him.

"What is this barrier?!" The men threw themselves against it in desperation, striking it with their weapons, channeling their profound energy, but to no avail. The barrier held firm, far beyond their power to break. Its strength, fueled by Mihawk's immense energy, was unassailable to anyone below his level.

Yun Che's sharp gaze scanned the crowd, his System highlighting familiar faces among the men. His eyes narrowed. "You three again? First the tomb, then threatening my disciple. And now you dare try this? Persistent pests, aren't you?" His voice was calm but carried an undertone of lethal menace. Then, his gaze shifted to another. "And you. I thought I made my point clear with the Xiao Sect. Yet here you are, crawling back for revenge?"

The men began to tremble, but desperation forced their hands. Weapons were drawn, trembling yet ready, as Fen Moli, Ling Mu, and Xiao Heng stepped forward to lead the charge.

"Bastard! What grudge do you have against us?! We never offended you!" one of them barked, though the fear in his voice betrayed his bravado.

Yun Che smirked, tilting his head slightly. "No grudge. Just killing some time."

"Don't mock us!" Fen Moli roared, gathering his Purple Flames into a massive fireballs and hurling it directly at Mihawk. The blazing attack streaked through the air, exploding in a fiery burst upon contact.

But when the smoke cleared, Yun Che was unscathed, standing in the same relaxed stance, his head slightly tilted as if avoiding the flames had been effortless.

"What?!" Fen Moli's voice cracked in disbelief. "I was sure I hit him!"

"He avoided it," Ling Mu muttered, his face pale.

"How?" Fen Moli stammered, his confidence crumbling.

Xiao Heng, gripping his sword tightly, barked at his comrades, "We're facing the Strongest Swordsman in the Empire! Did you think cheap tricks like that would work?!"

Despite their growing fear, the combined sect forces readied themselves for battle, their weapons trembling in their hands as they faced down the man who had effortlessly destroyed their warship and now had them cornered like prey.

"You…" Xue Ling's graceful form glided forward as her sharp glare locked onto Kuang Long. Her usual composed demeanor cracked under the weight of their shared history. "Kuang Long!" she spat, her voice tinged with fury.

Kuang Long chuckled, his smug grin stretching across his face. "Well, well, if it isn't the little Imperial Protector, all grown up. Fourth Level Emperor Profound Realm, huh? Impressive. Still, it's not enough to intimidate me."

"Bastard!" Xue Ling snapped, her sword sliding from its sheath, gleaming with a cold determination.

Standing a few steps behind, Yun Che arched a brow. "You know him?"

Xue Ling didn't take her eyes off Kuang Long. "We fought once before. I barely escaped with my life. He was Emperor Profound Realm then, while I was only mid-Sky Profound. It was pure bullying."

Kuang Long smirked, his confidence unshaken as he hefted a massive shoulder cannon, its barrels whirring to life and locking onto Yun Che. "Dracule Mihawk. I never imagined I'd have the honor of meeting the great swordsman in person. Quite the legend you are."

"Skip the pleasantries," Yun Che replied, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "I'm not here for tea and conversation." Beside him, Yoruko giggled softly, seemingly unfazed by the tension.

"Why do you after me? We have no qualms with you other than the Imperial Family." Kuang Long demanded.

"You woke me up from my nap." Yun Che smirked. A simple reason that causes him to hunt Kuang Long.

"You realize, offending me means bringing down the wrath of the Blood Divine Hall of Mercenary City?" Kuang Long's smirk widened, his tone dripping with menace. He leaned into the weight of the threat, certain it would give even Mihawk pause.

"Mercenary City?" Yun Che repeated, his brow furrowing slightly. The name didn't ring any immediate bells, though it had a vague familiarity.

"You've never heard of it?" Xue Ling asked, momentarily surprised.

"I'm a wandering swordsman. I don't keep tabs on every city. Humor me," Yun Che said, his casual curiosity more a request.

Xue Ling nodded, her tone softening as she explained, though her eyes never left Kuang Long. "Mercenary City has been a sanctuary and gathering place for mercenaries for countless years. Among its ranks are powerful Emperor Profound Realm experts, Tyrant Profound Realm overseers, and even a few Sovereign Profound Realm experts. It stands as the pinnacle of mercenary power, just beneath the Four Sacred Grounds. It's a place even the Blue Wind Empire treads lightly around. Some people aligned themselves from Divine Halls in the city, thus giving them immunity from any sects or empires. You can say that underneath the Four Sacred Grounds, Mercenary City stood below them."

Yun Che let her words settle, his expression unreadable. Then, he chuckled, the sound low and ominous. "Sounds like a nice challenge. Too bad their reputation won't help you here."

Xue Ling tightened her grip on her sword, her resolve burning brightly. "Whatever his backers may be, he won't leave here unscathed this time. Can you leave him to me?"

"You're a level below him. Are you sure taking him on is a good idea?" Yun Che asked, his expression relaxed, yet probing.

"I have confidence in the strength you gave me. Plus, you'll have my back, right?" Xue Ling blushed, her voice softer but determined.

"I didn't say I wouldn't," Yun Che replied with a faint smirk. "I'll step in if it's too much." He drew his sword, creating a powerful shockwave that knocked Kuang Long's crew off balance, clearing the way for Xue Ling. Meanwhile, Nezuko took to the skies, darting through the chaos and effortlessly dispatching crew members.

"I'll deal with these bums," Yun Che said calmly, stepping forward as his sharp eyes locked onto the three elders from the combined sect.

"Bastard! Leave your life here!" Kuang Long roared, firing his shoulder cannon in a blind rage. The massive cannonball hurtled toward Yun Che with devastating force, but he remained unfazed. With a casual motion, Yun Che slapped the cannonball aside as if it were nothing more than a toy, sending it crashing into Kuang Long's own crew. The resulting explosion shook the ship, scattering debris and throwing the men into chaos.

Kuang Long lunged forward, his attack aimed squarely at Yun Che, only for Xue Ling to step in and intercept it with a sharp clash of steel. Her blade met his with unwavering precision, halting his advance.

"Your opponent is me," Xue Ling said coldly, her eyes steady and unyielding.

"Little girl!" Kuang Long sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You dare overestimate yourself with that measly Fourth Level Emperor Profound Realm of yours?"

Yun Che glanced at the scene, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he saw Xue Ling holding her ground. Turning his attention to Nezuko, he said with a playful edge in his voice, "Nezuko, let's play with them."

"Hai~~~~!" Yoruko replied cheerfully, her voice light and carefree despite the tension. She flew beside Yun Che, her presence exuding both innocence and menace as the two prepared to engage the terrified enemies.

"Thank you…" Xue Ling murmured before turning her full attention to Kuang Long.

Her gleaming jian caught the moonlight as she stepped forward, poised and resolute. Across from her stood Kuang Long, a hulking figure clad in massive golden armor bristling with concealed weapons. His smirk was dripping with arrogance as he raised his mini-cannon gauntlet. "Do you really think that toothpick can pierce my armor, girl?" he sneered. With a burst of energy, he unleashed a deadly salvo of small cannonballs. "Let's see if the weakling from back then has changed at all!"

Xue Ling moved with uncanny grace, sidestepping the barrage with fluid precision, spinning through the air as her sword sliced through the incoming projectiles with ease.

"I'll defeat you and reclaim my honor!" she declared, her voice cutting through the cacophony with calm determination.

Frustrated by her elusiveness, Kuang Long snarled and slammed his massive spiked mace into the deck. The impact sent a powerful shockwave rippling outward, splintering wood and sending shards flying through the air. Xue Ling flipped backward, landing lightly on a mast beam high above, her balance unshaken and her focus unwavering.

From her elevated position, Xue Ling launched herself into a powerful downward strike aimed at the joint in Kuang Long's golden armor. With a swift motion, Kuang Long raised his shield to intercept, but as the blade made contact, it released a cloud of toxic gas.

"Bastard! Where is your honor as a cultivator? Face me like one!" Xue Ling snarled, leaping away just in time to avoid the poisonous fumes.

"Oi, oi... this isn't the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament. Poison? Nasty little buggers. You won't get me if you avoid my gas!" Kuang Long taunted, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

But Xue Ling wasn't deterred. With fluid precision, she twisted mid-air, holding her breath as she landed gracefully behind him. She was ready to strike again, but then something unexpected happened.

Yoruko flew in with a swift, fluid motion, slashing at the gas canister attached to Kuang Long's armor. The toxic cloud dispersed instantly, rendering it useless, and the canister exploded with a sharp hiss.

"This…" Kuang Long's eyes widened in disbelief. When did the little brat get in close enough to disable his poison?

"Purple cloud smells!" Yoruko giggled, her voice light and carefree, before darting away with a playful twist of her body.

"Damn brat!" Kuang Long gritted his teeth, a mix of rage and confusion in his eyes. Was the little one immune to poison? How had she gotten so close to him without him noticing?

"Thank you, Nezuko," Xue Ling murmured under her breath, grateful for her unexpected ally's timely intervention.

But Kuang Long wasn't finished. His eyes flickered with malice as he began firing large needles from hidden compartments in his armor. Each needle whistled through the air, aiming for Xue Ling's agile form.

Xue Ling danced through the air, her sword flashing as she deflected and dodged each needle with impeccable timing.

"How long are you going to dodge these needles, little girl?!" Kuang Long shouted, his voice dripping with contempt.

Xue Ling darted behind a crumbled section of the ship's railing, her breath steady but her mind racing. The hail of needles from Kuang Long was relentless, each strike precise and deadly. She narrowly avoided one that embedded itself in the wood beside her, sending splinters flying.

Kuang Long shifted his focus briefly, launching a barrage of needle-like energy projectiles at Yun Che. But even with his back turned, the swordsman dodged effortlessly, his movements fluid and unhurried, as though the attacks were beneath him. The display only deepened Xue Ling's resolve.

She clenched her fists, knowing this was her chance. With Kuang Long distracted, she slipped from her cover, her footsteps silent as she approached for an ambush. Her blade gleamed faintly in the moonlight as she swung for a decisive blow.

Clang!

The strike landed squarely on Kuang Long's armor but failed to pierce it. The force vibrated through her arms, and she jumped back, gritting her teeth. His defense was impeccable. The layers of reinforced armor absorbed her attack with ease.

"I need more power…" Xue Ling whispered to herself, her frustration mounting.

She glanced briefly at Yun Che, who still moved with calm precision, sidestepping Kuang Long's attacks with an air of detachment. She knew he could end this fight in moments if he chose to. But this wasn't his battle. It was hers, and she was determined not to disappoint him.

Her mind raced as she calculated her options. Kuang Long's armor was formidable, but armor had its weaknesses. A precise, powerful strike—focused at the right point—might be enough. She had the training, she had the resolve, and now she just needed the right opportunity.

Summoning her courage, Xue Ling steadied her breathing and readied her sword. This would take everything she had, but she couldn't afford to fail. Not now.

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As the Sky Profound Realm warriors of the Blood Divine Hall approached the mountain, they were already half-way to their objective, moving swiftly and silently. Confident in their stealth, they anticipated no resistance before reaching the Blue Wind Imperial Family Ark. But their momentum came to an abrupt halt when they spotted a figure at the mountain's peak.

A woman sat on a jagged rock, her posture calm and composed. One leg rested over the other, her delicate fingers idly twirling as though she hadn't a care in the world. Yet, her presence radiated an oppressive energy that instantly made the warriors uneasy.

Her attire was as striking as her aura, blending timeless elegance with an air of dominance. Around her neck, a black choker gave way to five straps extending downward, perfectly complementing her Victorian-style corset dress. The bust portion was immaculate white, while the lower half featured intricate line patterns that wove through the fabric like an artist's finest tapestry. The white skirt flowed gracefully around her, its black frilled edges embellished with symmetrical crosses and elegant designs along the back.

Her long, slender legs were covered by black stockings that disappeared beneath high-heeled boots, each step of which seemed capable of shaking the air itself. Atop her head sat a large black bonnet adorned with feathers, crowning her enigmatic presence.

But it was her face that truly captured attention—an ethereal, porcelain visage that seemed untouched by time. Dark blue eyes shimmered with the depth of the ocean, framed by long lashes that only heightened their allure. Her small, delicate nose and full, crimson lips gave her a breathtaking beauty, though her stoic expression added a layer of mystery and danger.

The warriors stood frozen, their bravado melting away as they took in the vision before them. She sat atop the mountain peak like a celestial being descended from the heavens, a breathtaking beauty that seemed out of place in this mortal world. Her every movement carried an ethereal grace, her porcelain skin glowing softly under the moonlight.

Her dark blue ocean eyes gazed at them with a serene detachment, exuding an air of untouchable divinity. Framed by the delicate feathers of her bonnet, her flowing locks cascaded down her shoulders, adding to the surreal perfection of her appearance. It was as though the stars themselves had woven her form, blessing the world with her presence.

For a fleeting moment, the warriors were entranced, their bloodlust replaced with awe. It was as if a fairy had descended to their world, choosing this very mountain as her throne. Her poised elegance spoke of blessings they were unworthy to receive, yet there she sat, waiting, silent and still.

One of the warriors, his voice trembling, whispered, "Is she…a goddess?"

But their reverie shattered as the woman rose to her full height, the imposing black sword at her back gleaming ominously under the night sky. Her calm, unreadable expression betrayed no kindness, only a chilling promise.

Behind her loomed an imposing black sword, planted firmly behind her back. It wasn't just a weapon; it was a presence all its own, exuding an aura so dense and fearsome that even the seasoned warriors felt their breath catch.

One of the Blood Divine Hall warriors hesitated, stepping back instinctively as he spoke in a low, tense voice. "Who… is this woman?"

She raised her head slightly, her piercing gaze locking onto the group. Her lips parted, her voice carrying both elegance and menace as she broke the silence.

"Turn back," she said coolly, her tone soft yet commanding, as if daring them to defy her. "I won't repeat myself."

The laughter of the warriors echoed through the mountain range, loud and mocking. To them, the sight of a lone, unarmed woman standing in their path was more amusing than threatening.

"This fairy must have lost her mind," sneered the apparent leader, his eyes raking over her. "Men, it seems we've been given a gift before the main course. Cripple her and let's have some fun. It's not every day we encounter a beauty of this caliber."

The woman remained unfazed, her stoic expression unchanged. Slowly, she rose to her full height, and the warriors' mocking grins faltered slightly as they realized she towered over them, her head held high as though looking down at insects. Their heads only reached her shoulders. She is as tall as a certain swordsman.

"Very well," she said coolly, her voice devoid of emotion. "Master needs all of you erased, since you refuse to turn away."

Shiing.

The sound of her sword leaving its sheath cut through the air like a thunderclap. The mocking atmosphere evaporated instantly, replaced by an oppressive silence. The warriors' eyes widened as they took in the weapon now in her grasp.

The blade was like nothing they had ever seen.

An enormous cruciform black sword, it was over two meters tall, dwarfing even its wielder. It resembled an oversized kriegsmesser, with its sheer size and ominous presence radiating an aura of lethality. The hilt was long and designed for two-handed use, wrapped in bandages for a secure grip, with a large gem embedded in the pommel, encased in a golden mount. The crossguard extended wide, forming a shape reminiscent of a crucifix, with intricate decorative patterns and clusters of colorful gems adorning both the guard and the blade itself.

The blade's surface was jet black, its reflective finish catching the faintest glimmers of moonlight and casting eerie reflections onto the mountain. Its edge gleamed with razor-sharp precision, the tempered pattern along its length giving it the look of a blade forged by divine hands. The tip curved upward menacingly, completing the appearance of a weapon designed not only to destroy but to intimidate.

The warriors took a step back involuntarily, their bravado faltering as the woman held the massive sword with ease, its weight seemingly inconsequential in her hands.

"What kind of weapon is that?" one of them muttered, his voice shaking.

The woman suddenly leaped into the air, her movements impossibly graceful. As she ascended, the very air beneath her shimmered and condensed, solidifying under her feet. She stood there, suspended in the sky, her black sword still resting on her shoulder, an ethereal and otherworldly figure against the night.

The warriors stared in disbelief.

"She… she's standing on air?" one of them stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"No, it's not just air," another muttered, his eyes wide. "She's… controlling it?"

The woman's piercing gaze fell upon them, cold and unyielding. With deliberate slowness, she raised her massive sword, pointing it downward as if marking her next targets. Then, with a faint smirk, she began walking through the sky, each step leaving ripples in the air as if she were treading across water. Her calm and deliberate movements only deepened the fear radiating from the remaining warriors.

For the first time, the warriors felt the icy grip of fear as they realized they had underestimated their opponent. This was no ordinary woman even if she lacked cultivation aura.

The warriors exchanged uncertain glances, their confidence wavering in the face of this enigmatic figure. Despite their overwhelming numbers and cultivated strength, the presence of this lone woman shook them to their core.

All of them snapped into battle stances, their arrogance fueling their resolve. Whoever this woman was, they would not let her pass. They would ensure this mountain became her grave.

"Fairy, it would be wise for you to step aside," the leader said, his tone sharp with mock courtesy. "A dozen Sky Profound Realm warriors against you alone—you're courting death. We might even consider leaving your dignity intact if you surrender now."

The woman remained unfazed, her voice calm and cutting. "I don't need your mercy."

The leader smirked, mistaking her confidence for folly. "Such a waste. A beauty like you has a bright future ahead, yet you choose to end it here. It's a shame, really—a shame you'll remember the faces that will sully you."

Her gaze turned icy, piercing through him like a blade. "I don't bother remembering every worm I crush beneath me."

"Worm?!" one of the warriors snarled, his pride ignited by her insult. Without waiting for orders, he charged at her, his speed a blur as he drew his sword. He was intent on cutting down the woman who dared to insult them.

But she moved faster—so fast he barely registered the blur of her form before it was over.

Slash!

"Arrghh!" The man's scream echoed as he was sent flying, blood trailing in an arc as her blade cleaved through him from his shoulder to his hip in a single, fluid motion. His body hit the ground with a lifeless thud, his sword clattering uselessly beside him.

"Such an impatient man," the woman murmured, her tone devoid of pity as she resettled her stance. Her blade gleamed under the moonlight, now stained with the first of many who would fall to her tonight.

"What the…" The leader's eyes widened in disbelief.

"One hit… That's all it took to destroy him," another warrior muttered, his voice quivering with fear.

"How?! She doesn't even have a cultivation aura!" a third shouted, panic seeping into his words.

"Could she be so powerful that her aura is no longer detectable? A hidden expert?" another ventured, his tone filled with desperation.

The leader forced a grin, masking his growing dread. "Hah… The fairy knows how to fight," he said mockingly, though his darkened expression betrayed his unease. Below them, the remains of their fallen comrade lay scattered, obliterated beyond recognition.

A tense silence gripped the mountain peak, broken only by the low, haunting hum of the woman's enormous sword as it resonated through the crisp night air.

The woman let out a quiet sigh, her movements slow and deliberate as she raised her massive blade once more. The moonlight glinted off its dark surface, reflecting the cold resolve in her piercing gaze.

Master instructed me to leave nothing behind. Not even bodies—for the beasts that wear white masks would feed on them. She thought.

"She's no ordinary woman—surround her! Don't hold back!" the leader barked. The remaining Sky Profound Realm warriors fanned out instantly, encircling her like a pack of wolves, their weapons glowing with energy.

The mysterious woman stood at the center of the circle, her posture casual, unshaken. She rested her massive, jet-black sword against her shoulder, her cold, oceanic eyes sweeping over her opponents.

"Fools," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of inevitability.

"Attack!"

They surged forward all at once, their weapons blazing with profound energy. Swords, spears, and chains descended upon her in a torrent of strikes. The mountain air erupted with pressure, their combined aura shaking the earth beneath them.

Clang!

In an instant, her sword was in motion. The first warrior to reach her lunged with a spear aimed for her heart. She sidestepped effortlessly, her blade flickering in the moonlight before carving a clean diagonal line through his torso. He froze mid-step, his eyes wide in disbelief, before collapsing in a heap.

A second warrior leaped in from her left, his sword glowing with fiery energy. He roared as he swung it downward with all his might. She tilted her head slightly, letting the blade pass mere inches from her face before twisting her wrist. Her sword blurred through the air in a vicious counterstroke.

Slash!

She raised her sword, its massive form glowing with a sickly green hue, and unleashed a devastating wave of energy. The attack tore through the first two warriors, their bodies splitting apart in midair as the green wave continued forward, slamming into the approaching group. The impact hurled two more backward, their bodies colliding with their comrades in a chaotic sprawl.

"She's toying with us!" one of the warriors shouted, his voice cracking with terror.

"Shut up and kill her!" the leader roared, his composure fracturing as he charged forward. His blade ignited with a searing crimson energy, the force of it slicing through the air in a deadly arc aimed straight at her.

For the first time, the woman shifted her stance. Both hands gripped the ornate hilt of her massive sword as she swung it upward with unrelenting force. The blade carved through the air, releasing an explosive surge of energy that collided with the incoming attack.

BOOM!

The crimson wave shattered against her energy, fragments of it scattering harmlessly into the night. The resulting shockwave roared across the mountain peak, sending the leader skidding backward, his boots digging into the rocky ground as he struggled to maintain his balance.

She stood unmoved, her gaze locked onto him with icy precision. The glow of her sword intensified, the air around her growing heavier with an unspoken promise of destruction.

"Impossible!" he spat, his voice trembling.

Before he could react, she was already upon him. Her speed was monstrous—a blur of black and bright green as she closed the distance in a heartbeat. Her sword descended in a heavy arc, and the leader barely raised his weapon in time to block.

CLANG!

The impact knocked him off his feet, his arms shaking violently from the force. He hit the ground hard, gasping for breath as his sword cracked under the strain.

Two more warriors seized the moment to attack her flanks. One aimed for her back with a curved dagger, while the other sent chains imbued with lightning toward her legs.

"Useless," she muttered.

In a single, sweeping motion, she spun her massive blade in a full circle. The wind pressure alone howled like a storm, but the real devastation followed—

SLASH!

She swung her massive sword, releasing a blazing slash of vivid green energy. The two warriors braced themselves, their weapons raised to block, but the force was overwhelming. The shimmering chains shattered into sparks, and the dagger-wielder froze mid-attack, his eyes wide with shock as a crimson line appeared across his chest. Before either man could react, she vanished in a blur, reappearing behind them.

One swift, fluid motion ended them both. Their bodies collapsed to the ground, lifeless, the echo of her blade's strike lingering in the tense silence.

The remaining warriors faltered, their confidence evaporating as dread overtook them.

"She's… she's a monster!" one of them gasped, stumbling backward.

"Who is this woman?!" another shouted, his voice trembling.

"Fight, you cowards!" the leader roared, dragging himself to his feet. His face twisted in desperation as he tried to rally his men. "We outnumber her! Don't falter!"

But his rallying cry fell flat. The woman's presence loomed over them, suffocating and unrelenting, like the weight of an endless abyss. Her footsteps were slow and measured as she advanced in the air, her towering black blade resting casually on her shoulder.

Without a sound, she walked forward, as if the very air beneath her feet had become solid ground, her unnerving calm amplifying the terror gripping the warriors.

The two warriors lunged forward, desperation fueling their attacks as they unleashed a barrage of strikes.

SHIIING!

The woman raised her enormous black blade with a practiced elegance, deflecting their attacks effortlessly. Sparks exploded in the air as their weapons clashed against her unyielding sword, but not a single blow managed to reach her.

Then, with one fluid motion, she swung her blade.

BOOM!

A massive black crescent of energy erupted from her sword, roaring across the mountainside like a tidal wave. The sheer force of the slash shook the air, a deafening hum resonating through the night.

The two attackers froze mid-stride, their faces twisted in shock and terror as the energy tore through them. Their bodies were sliced cleanly apart, the crescent wave continuing its devastating path. It cut through the mountain, sending chunks of rock and debris plummeting into the valleys below. A deep chasm remained in its wake, an unmistakable scar etched into the landscape.

The leader, now bloodied and trembling, fell to his knees. Behind him, the final warrior staggered back, dropping his weapon as his courage crumbled entirely.

The woman stood there, her silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of her blade. Her dark blue eyes bore into the remaining two, cold and unrelenting. She raised her sword once more, the air vibrating with its lethal intent.

"Y-You'll regret this…" the leader stammered, his voice cracking. "The Blood Divine Hall will hunt you—"

SLASH!

Her blade descended one final time, its edge a streak of black lightning. The leader's voice died as he fell, his weapon clattering to the ground.

The last warrior dropped his sword, falling to his knees in the skies. Tears streamed down his face as he begged. "Please… spare me… I surrender…"

She approached him, her expression unreadable. Slowly, she lifted her sword and rested it on his shoulder.

"Tell your Blood Divine Hall," she said, her voice cold as ice, "that the next time they come for the Imperial Family… I'll wipe all of you out."

The warrior nodded frantically, scrambling to his feet and fleeing into the darkness.

Silence returned to the mountaintop, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind. The woman glanced at the direction of the approaching Imperial Family Ark in the distance, then turned her gaze toward the horizon where a battle took place just beyond.

"Master, my task is complete." She murmured softly, the finality of her words hanging in the air like a whisper. The massive black sword was effortlessly sheathed behind her, the sound of it locking into place echoing in the stillness of the mountain peak.

Originally, her master had intended to call upon Unohana Retsu or Mio to handle the issue, but after considering the situation, he realized it was better to avoid causing any suspicion or panic aboard the Imperial Family's ark. The last thing they needed was to draw unnecessary attention.

Thus, he decided to let her handle it. Not only would it resolve the immediate threat, but it would also serve as a perfect opportunity for her to step into the real world—a world beyond the quiet sanctuary where she had spent so much of her time. For her, it was more than just a mission; it was a chance to begin experiencing the world firsthand, rather than remaining confined to the gentle rhythms of tea-drinking and quiet contemplation.

The beauty of being an Origin Weapon Spirit like her was the boundless freedom it offered. Unlike Zanpakuto Spirits, who required their masters to bring their weapons into the real world in order to manifest, Origin Weapon Spirits could manifest at will, drawing on their master's energy to sustain their form. It was a unique and powerful advantage, allowing her to walk among mortals and carry out her master's will without any constraints.

Her gaze lingered on the destroyed part of the area, her expression unreadable. "Still, my first time in the real world starts with a fight," she sighed, as if the entire ordeal had been nothing more than a passing inconvenience. She shifted slightly, her gaze distant and contemplative. "Sigh, still I wish to have tea with master instead. If Yoruko can ask for headpats from him, maybe I can ask him to accompany me for a private tea session."

The woman allowed herself a small, wistful smile before vanishing into the night, her form fading like a shadow. All that remained was the devastation she had left in her wake—the silent mountain peak now scarred with deep cuts and shattered rock, a quiet testament to the lethal power of the woman who had stood there moments before.

And just like that, she was gone.