He Mao Chongming stared intently: "So you really did come after all."

Yan Jiu nodded: "Thank you for protecting the magic weapon and the treasure so well. I'll gladly accept them."

Kamo no Shigeaki's gaze was heavy, filled with the vicissitudes of life: "I don't understand, I really don't understand."

Yan Jiu smiled and said, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you say your last words."

He Mao Chongming couldn't understand why Heaven favored Yan Jiu, always standing behind her.

The Rose Cross had been operating for many years, and all its scheming and plotting couldn't compare to Yan Jiu.

They went to great lengths to find magical artifacts and seek immortality, as if they were doing all the work for Yan Jiu's benefit.

What a terrible fact.

Humans are neither immortal like the Asuras, nor as powerful as demons.

Why is Yan Jiu the odd one out?

Why isn't he the outcast?

Kamo no Shigeaki frowned: "My veneration of Rahu as my leader does not mean that I submit to him. I am the strongest Onmyoji of our time, and I wield the magic weapon Seimei Fan. I should not be defeated."

Yan Jiu didn't show much emotion: "That's all?"

Kamo no Shigeaki took a deep breath.

He knew that one of him and Yan Jiu would die, and he didn't want it to be him.

to this end.

He had no choice but to gamble with the fate of the nation.

The typhoon came at just the right time.

Only when the nation is in turmoil can he gather the nation's precarious fate together for his own use.

He Mao Chongming stood in the eye of the typhoon, feeling an unprecedented surge of national power rushing towards him.

When he focused all his efforts on attacking Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu suddenly disappeared.

When it reappears.

Yan Jiu landed behind He Mao Chongming.

Kamo no Shigeaki's pupils contracted in disbelief: "How could you be so fast!?"

As Yan Jiu brandished his knife, he said seriously, "Perhaps it's because I ate some quick-acting syrup."

System: [...] Great, host, you can tell corny jokes now.