The volume of Rakshasa gradually increased, like boiling water slowly boiling, and then overflowing.

At the end of the conversation, his gaze stabbed Qingdeng like a sharp sword.

Qingdeng looked at each other without showing any weakness.

"Ha, you don't have to be so excited."

He sneered coldly and silently.

"Although you looked excited that you 'grasped my handle', you seemed to have made something wrong."

"I never said I would stand on a moral standpoint against you."

"I have never claimed that I am an open and upright gentleman with a sense of pride."

"I dare not lie to say that I will eliminate harm for the people and do the way for heaven."

"The reason why I criticize you is just because - I don't like you."

"To put it more elegantly, that is, I just want to-"

Qingdeng stopped for a while, as if he was thinking, but also seemed to be brewing emotions.

Yu, he took a deep breath, and then said word by word in a powerful tone:

"——Kill the evil ghosts! That's all!"

At this moment, the strange light that no one noticed was pounding deep in Qingdeng's eyes again.

Rakshasa widened his eyes, and the emotions contained in his eyes were difficult to describe in specific words.

Then, this unimaginable feeling changed into a cold chill.

"It seems... the negotiations have broken down."

“What a pity.”

"Ahhh...what are you doing...not only the same samurai surnamed Juju, the same confrontation, the same look, but also the same ending in the end..."

Rakshasa mumbled, while raising his hand, scratching his hair with annoyance.

When he put down his hand that was scratching his hair, he shook his shoulders without a smile, and changed into a tone of contempt and disdain:

"Do you kill the evil ghosts... Then I want to ask you some advice - how do you plan to kill us?"

"Did you kill me directly? Or should you collect evidence of our production and sale of dangerous drugs, and then hand it over to the shogunate, so that the shogunate can solve us?"

Speaking of this, he seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and laughed to the sky.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"Ju Qingdeng, if you think we are weak and can be bullied, as weak as the Yi group, then you really think of us!"

"It has been more than seventy years since the establishment of our predecessor, the Fazhu Group!"

"Seventy years of foundation and seventy years of accumulation can be shaken by a frog?"

"Our people are everywhere, our people are everywhere, we can just move our fingers to say the black ones."

Sandu - the three largest cities in Japan now: Edo, Kyoto, and Osaka.

Five Catalogs, Seven Roads, Sixty-Six Kingdoms - administrative divisions that have been passed down to this day since the Nara era.

Five regions close to Kyoto, Yama Castle, Yamato, Hanoi, Waizumi, and Tsushi.

Seven roads: areas outside Gyeonggi, Tokaido, Tosan Road, Hokuriku Road, Sanyin Road, Sanyang Road, Nankaido, and Xikaido.

Sixty-six Kingdoms: The sixty-six regions under the jurisdiction of the Five Capitals and Seven Roads are collectively called the "Sixty-six Kingdoms".

"The Qingshui clan whose sphere of influence covers the entire Kanto is just a subordinate organization of our Fazhu Party."

"The leader of the Qingshui clan, Eiichi Shimizu, successfully built a huge Yakuza Group in such a short time with our support."

"Our subordinates are all installed in the Qingshui clan."

"I only need one order to mobilize all the combat power of the Qingshui clan."

"Stop talking about the main force of the party's punishment. My sending the Qingshui clan alone is enough to make you feel embarrassed."

"Even if you take a step back, assuming you have really successfully destroyed our fantasy, do you know what this means?"

"As I said just now, the spread of illusion is an extremely important link in our great undertakings."

"If someone really causes damage to this, no matter who the other party is, we will not let the other party go!"

"We will spare no effort to launch bloody revenge!"

"In other words, no matter whether your struggle is successful or failure, what awaits you in the end will be a terrifying hell!"

"Ju Qingdeng, what are you fighting with us? Just your knife?"

The Rakshasa's eyes showed fierce light, her smile was rampant, and her expression was very ferocious, like a ghost and monster with its teeth and claws.

The next breath, a bitter aura emanated from it.

Rakshasa released his "power"!

The "momentum" that gathered into one suppressed Qing Deng's whole body, like a heavy hammer falling from the sky.

This is not a violent blow.

It is the power of neither light nor heavy, neither up nor down.

It makes people feel disgusting and can't help but feel annoying.

The terrifying "momentum" is by no means a bluffing threat - the two complement each other and form a strong pressure like Mount Tai falling to the top.

Yes...Rakshasa is right...

Whether it is the Qingshui clan or the power, the Fazhu party, whose power is more than the Qingshui clan, they are all giants that dominate the side.

Oppose them...

If you fail, you will die.

If you succeed, you will be punished by the law and hold a grudge. What will wait for him will be endless, either he will die or the other party will die and kill him.

What's more, even if the Huanfudian is eliminated, what can it be?

Can he get rich benefits from it that would make him sacrifice his life?

It's nothing more than a little reputation. If Tokugawa Ieyasu and Tenzhangyuan are willing to help, they can also be promoted to official positions, family members, and salary increases.

Compared with the risks, the gains he has gained are not worth mentioning at all!

Fighting for something that is of little benefit to you...it's an extremely irrational and stupid thing to think about.

No...not right!

Qingdeng thought.

Seeing the miserable people.

Witness the sin of greed.

Seeing the violent and insolent demon.

Can I really be indifferent?

Do I really feel nothing at all?

Am I really going to let my real thoughts be buried like this?

...

The moment these questions arose, Qingdeng raised his head and looked straight at Rakshasa, his eyes as if they were torched and his eyes as fire, burning the dirty demon.

"It won't bother you!"

"I will cut all the darkness, just use my knife!"

Rakshasa sneered disdainfully:

"If you can do it, just try it!"

At this moment, the wind from afar pushed away the dark clouds above Qingdeng's head.

The wind blows and the clouds dissipate, and the bright stars pouring down, putting on the gorgeous battle robe for the King Niang holding a long sword.

The jumping stars seemed to be full of gods and Buddhas standing high above the Qiong Tower in Langyuan. They leaned over and carefully peeked into the lower world, as if they were looking forward to something.

It was also at this moment that Qingdeng felt something in his body was merging with his spirit.

This is an indescribable feeling.

Blood is surging and soul is boiling.

"Spirit" and "blood" form a magma-like vortex in his body.

His mind moved unconsciously—

The majestic momentum erupted from his body! It surged toward the Rakshasa!

One side is as sharp as a knife.
To be continued...