In Japanese legends, Abe no Seimei's mother, Kuzunoha, was a fox spirit who attained immortality and took human form.
Abe no Seimei's maternal uncle was Tamamo-no-Mae, a powerful and tyrannical fox demon from Japanese mythology.
Ling Tian's various actions had already instilled fear in these people. In truth, humans had always been this way for thousands of years; when faced with inexplicable phenomena, they would readily attribute them to ghosts and spirits.
If Ling Tian had not been wearing that rather comical green fish-man mask today, but instead a mask with a鬼脸 (guǐliǎn - ghostly face), he would likely have been mistaken for a monster long ago.
Just then, screams could be heard from a distance again. It turned out that Ling Tian had already appeared over fifty meters away. Wielding his Muramasa demonic sword once more, he had resumed his gruesome work of turning people into legless stumps.
Over a hundred people were already gathered in the courtyard, but all eyes were focused on Musashi Aoyama. Before the gang members here could even react, they were directly turned into legless stumps!
"Baka!"
Musashi Aoyama felt utterly humiliated. He had been hired by the Sumiyoshi-kai for a hefty sum, and he had boasted to Hideaki Nishiguchi of the Sumiyoshi-kai that defeating Ling Tian would be a simple matter.
But now, reality was slapping him hard in the face!
Therefore, he gritted his teeth against his fatigue, grabbed his katana with one hand, and charged towards them. The Sumiyoshi-kai members behind him hesitated for a moment before also rushing forward.
Seeing this, Ling Tian chuckled. His body flickered, and he vanished into the night. This time, he didn't directly enter the Spirit Realm space; instead, he plunged into wherever the crowds were densest.
By the time Musashi Aoyama, panting heavily, arrived with his katana, all that remained were severed arms lying on the ground, writhing and howling in agony. They were precisely blocking Musashi Aoyama's path.
Musashi Aoyama wished he could just cleave through these obstructionists with his katana, but there were too many people, and hacking at them was tiring.
Thus, Ling Tian continuously moved through the crowd, occasionally slipping into the Spirit Realm space. Although the courtyard was illuminated by lights, there were always shadows and blind spots.
After more than ten minutes, hundreds of legless stumps littered the ground. Some gang members had even died from excessive blood loss!
Meanwhile, Musashi Aoyama, holding his katana by the hilt with one hand, dragged the blade along the ground. He was gasping for breath, his tongue hanging out like a dog's. He was utterly exhausted, finding it difficult even to lift the sword.
Just then, Ling Tian silently descended behind him, his twin blades raised, and decisively struck down!
"Ah!" Musashi Aoyama cried out in agony. He watched helplessly as both his arms fell to the ground, along with his heavy katana!
For a samurai, losing both arms meant becoming a cripple. This situation was no different from being killed outright!
Musashi Aoyama's heart turned to ash. He no longer had the courage to continue living. With that, he bit off his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, dead.
Seeing this, Ling Tian couldn't help but shake his head. As the saying goes, it's better to live a miserable life than to die. Conversely, Ling Tian hadn't actually intended to kill him.
However, since the man didn't want to live, Ling Tian felt no obligation to indulge him.
With a flicker of thought, Ling Tian collected Musashi Aoyama's katana into the Spirit Realm space.
At this point, the Sumiyoshi-kai members in the courtyard had begun to scatter like startled birds, with some even lying on the ground pretending to be dead.
Ling Tian felt he had done enough. He walked towards a house in the courtyard, his twin blades in hand.
Inside this room, chaos had erupted. Someone had already reported the events outside to Hideaki Nishiguchi in detail.
"Baka! Protect me! Hurry and request reinforcements from headquarters!"
"Hai!"
His subordinates responded with assent. Several bodyguards promptly drew their pistols and submachine guns, aiming their muzzles at the doorway and the two windows.
They were prepared. In Hideaki Nishiguchi's view, no matter how powerful the intruder was, even gods couldn't stop a swift escape. If this legless immortal dared to enter, they would shoot him down.
As a result, they waited for a long time, but the sounds from outside gradually faded. Hideaki Nishiguchi breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps the killer god had left.
After all, his subordinates had said there was only one attacker. Having severed so many arms, he must be utterly exhausted by now.
Severing a person's arms was no easy feat. Even if someone were tied up and you were allowed to chop, it would still require considerable effort.
However, what they didn't know was that Ling Tian was now in the shadows about thirty meters away from the house.
Ling Tian's spiritual power had been constantly extending outwards, and he had already taken in the situation within the house. He saw Hideaki Nishiguchi surrounded by dozens of bodyguards.
Even a fool could tell that this person's identity was likely not simple.
Ling Tian let out a cold laugh. Thinking he could escape by hiding among bodyguards was simply too naive!
With a flash of thought, Musashi Aoyama's katana appeared in Ling Tian's hand.
Ling Tian weighed the katana, confirming its heft, and then with a smooth motion, he extended the blade forward, gripping the hilt.
Next, just as Musashi Aoyama had done, Ling Tian held the hilt with both hands, planted his feet crossed on the ground, and using his legs as an axis, began to spin the katana.
Ling Tian spun around more than a dozen times in place, each rotation faster than the last, the blade whistling through the air!
When his rotational speed reached its peak, Ling Tian suddenly released his grip. The katana, propelled by immense centrifugal force, was flung outwards. The blade was imbued with a large amount of Ling Tian's internal energy, which also served to accelerate it.
The katana flew directly towards the wall of the house. The outer layer of the wall was wood, the middle was a layer of insulating glass wool, and the innermost layer was bamboo decorative paneling!
The katana, weighing over ten pounds, was thrown with a force comparable to a small cannonball. It instantly pierced through the wall and embedded itself directly into Hideaki Nishiguchi's chest.
The immense inertia carried Hideaki Nishiguchi's body upwards, and the katana finally pinned him to another pillar of the house. Hideaki Nishiguchi's corpse was still hanging from the katana's hilt!
The bodyguards looked at each other in bewilderment. They had been waiting to catch the intruder, but unexpectedly, their boss, Hideaki Nishiguchi, had been killed by a flying celestial!
After a while, the bodyguards, guns in hand, bravely peered outside. They found that there was nothing there!