I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 636 - 208. It’s not impossible! _9

Chairman Kasahara, however, didn’t pay him any mind, instead turning to look at the other three stronger Great Tengu in the clouds and smiled faintly: "I’ve heard that for the past thirty or forty years, the Heavenly Dog Clan has been endlessly fighting internally over the throne. So, today, are you actually working together for a youngster? You old yokai, each of you over a thousand years old, truly make me feel embarrassed for you."

The three Great Tengu at the top of the thunderclouds are the truly powerful figures who could throw the world into chaos.

Atago Yama Tarōbō Dai Tengu, named Eijutsu Tarō, resides at Mount Atago in Kyoto, and is the number one dog of the Heavenly Dog Clan.

Kurama Mountain Sojo-bo Great Tengu, descendant of Waki no Kiyomaro, a direct disciple of the legendary immortal Kōbō Daishi of Japanese Buddhism, and was also Minamoto no Yoshitsune’s father-in-law.

Hirayama Jirobo Great Heavenly Dog, in his previous life, was one of the founders of Japan Tiantai Sect, Master Saicho.

Being ridiculed by a woman like this made the expressions of the three top-tier powerhouses somewhat uncomfortable.

"Chairman Kasahara..." Fukuzenbo’s face was equally unpleasant, and he retorted with hostile words: "I implore you to hand over Fujiwara Reya and we will leave immediately."

Chairman Kasahara rudely cursed: "Have you lived so long that your bodily functions have degraded and you’re deaf, not hearing what my sister just said? Do you need me to get a vet to treat your ears?"

Fukuzenbo’s old face turned red.

To be fair, everyone here is a powerhouse, and even if we fight, there’s a matter of decorum.

Yet this woman’s street-like curses... make it hard for the Tengu to bear.

"If that’s the case, then we have no choice but to resort to force!" Fukuzenbo clenched his fist and flew forward.

The other two Great Tengu also prepared to assist, but two figures, one in front and one behind, blocked their path — the chairman from Hokkaido and Koubun, the old monk from Asakusa Temple.

A three-on-three battle was on the brink of erupting.

Fukuzenbo rushed forward first, holding a katana in one hand, its light flashing and mesmerizing. Chairman Kasahara leisurely maneuvered around him, stepping with a mysterious rhythm, as if she was taking a leisurely stroll in a garden.

The extremely dangerous blade light seemed very close to her, yet it all passed by her without harm.

Her silhouette weaved through the air, ethereal and inscrutable.

After a while, perhaps finding her opponent too weak, she came to a stop.

Fukuzenbo seized the opportunity, letting out a furious shout and slamming the blade down with both hands.

Chairman Kasahara didn’t dodge.

Facing the sharp blade, she merely gathered Divine Power and softly gave a shout.

A voice as noble as a phoenix’s cry resonated throughout Tokyo.

The blade’s edge vibrated, thundering like a muffled boom... Fukuzenbo grasped the hilt with trembling hands.

His expression was filled with shock to the extreme; the katana in his hands shattered into hundreds of tiny fragments under the vibration of the sound waves.

"I remember that crow said many times to have their young master first send troops to Yingyan Mountain..." Chairman Kasahara’s expression was half-smiling, her figure distorted ghost-like, "I’ll do Mr. Fujiwara a favor and first severely injure you..."

As soon as the words fell, her body vanished on the spot.

Fukuzenbo couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine.

By the time he reacted, a fist descended from the sky, the fair fist glowing with a blue light, but beneath the blue light on the skin, esoteric golden talisman-like characters shimmered. They were like ribbons entwined around her arm, emphasizing the allure of her tender white arm.

The fist fell straight down.

With shock and awe, the punch slammed heavily onto Fukuzenbo’s head.

"Crack" sounded.

Something bone-like had broken.

Fukuzenbo’s body, suspended in the air, was slammed down to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a halt. Lying on the ground, his body convulsed uncontrollably, having completely lost the ability to continue fighting.

Chairman Kasahara’s skirt billowed like waves, golden runes spinning around her.

The main deity of Tokyo Grand Shrine is Amaterasu, so her combat style is also similar to Amaterasu’s. Without relying on any talismanic artifacts, it’s purely Divine Power pulverization... like the blazing sun, it’s bold and unreasonable.

After smashing a Great Tengu into ruins with one punch, her elegant miko outfit remained unstained with blood or dust as she flew toward the other two battlefields without rest. Her figure was still incomparably lovely, like a beautiful butterfly fluttering freely among the flowers, yet carrying a terrifying power that made enemies shudder.

Lithe and violent are two entirely contradictory postures, yet she seems to be dancing at that most balanced point.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

In an instant, the other two Great Tengu, under the combined efforts of the three chairmen, were beaten to the point of spitting blood and flying backward. The real showdown between powerhouses won’t be as flashy as juniors; it’s simply a matter of brute force crushing. A higher level contest would be a direct confrontation of Divine Sense.

"This woman is interesting..."

On Wutong Road before Meiji Shrine, a delicate-featured young monk smiled.

In one breath she had thwarted three Great Tengu, Chairman Kasahara looked up toward the sky above the clouds: "Is there anyone else who wants to come down for guidance?"

The Heavenly Dog Clan seemed silent.

The other two yokai factions were watching the spectacle.

Not only humans scheme and plot, but yokai do too.

"Amitabha..."

With a bald head, and being benevolent-looking like a great monk, Jirobo Da Tenkou slowly drifted down from the clouds. Although he looked like a good person, his aura was extremely gloomy, and as he moved, the clouds roiled incessantly, with a stifling atmosphere similar to a rainstorm about to break.

An unadorned blade light slashed down from the sky.