Chapter 730: Chapter 598 Fucanglong Chapter 730: Chapter 598 Fucanglong In the past twenty years, Yatagarasu Akiryu had always been the face of Sword Pavilion to the outside world, using his strength to intimidate all directions, responsible for many affairs.

And three months ago, Yatagarasu Kensumi was dispatched to the desert, after some time of reorganization, the ruined city had barely returned to normal.

But with both men losing contact at the same time, and with the accident that happened during Roger’s teleportation, a series of events came together, the reasons for which inevitably provoked deep thought.

Roger had also seen the grandeur of Funiu Sword Pavilion on Qinglu Mountain, with its numerous disciples and vast influence, the region it governed was well-ordered.

In comparison, the Sword Master Cold Crow’s side seemed like a makeshift stage, the only thing that made the Tengu Divine Master wary was that old man on the verge of decay.

Like last time, he tracked Roger to Hankawa under the pretext of Aian San’s death.

Killing Roger was just a matter of convenience, the most important thing was to ascertain the state of Sword Master Cold Crow.

In the months to come, the situation continued to develop, the power under the Tengu Shrine was growing, and he did not need to show up in person to send others to probe.

The so-called exchange was merely a pretext, but the ultimate goal was certainly Sword Master Cold Crow.

Before leaving, Roger had sensed a change in Sword Master Cold Crow’s condition.

The man had become even older.

The passing of life was nearly visible to the naked eye on him.

In front of the small cottage atop the mountain, a group of people, fiery red like flames, their distinctive clothing, and the faint vitality stood stark against the pale and monotone surroundings.

The door opened, and the cold wind separated the inside from the outside world; no one could sense Sword Master Cold Crow’s state, but inexplicably everyone felt a sense of decline.

“Send your students back.”

The aged voice of Sword Master Cold Crow came through.

“My guidance is lethal.”

He laughed heartily.

A flicker of complexity crossed the old man’s eyes, “What exactly are you thinking? What are you doing?”

“How many talents have you squandered!?”

Sword Master Cold Crow smiled.

“Sajo, in this world there are only the strong and the weak, where do talents come into play?”

The elder known as Sajo lowered his gaze.

“Yamadaira once trusted you very much, his admiration for you even surpassed that of his own father. I had hoped that under your guidance, he could surpass me and become the youngest Sword Master in the Sajo clan.”

“You betrayed my trust!”

Sajo said word by word, anger surging in his voice.

“He was excellent, a good kid.”

“It’s a pity… he was the one that satisfied me the most.”

Sword Master Cold Crow answered calmly.

“Just a pity?” The elder spoke coldly.

“He was my son, the most outstanding one.”

“If you really wanted to create a second version of yourself, then why didn’t you experiment on your own child?”

Sajo questioned.

The cold wind swept through, sprinkling snow that veiled everything in white.

After a long while, the voice of Sword Master Cold Crow echoed in the room.

“How do you know I haven’t tried?”

Sajo’s muscles tensed sharply, he raised his head trying to peer through the screen to see the man hidden in the shadows of the room.

“You are truly a madman.”

“There are only the strong and the weak in this world, it is your vision that is too narrow, time will prove that my choice is correct.”

The tone of Sword Master Cold Crow remained unchanged.

By this time, Roger had already arrived at the summit, he stood out from the crowd and slowly walked beside the cottage.

“Teacher, I have returned.”

Roger quickly glanced around the room.

“Roger…”

“Ha ha!”

Sword Master Cold Crow’s laugh revealed a hint of excitement, “You’ve returned at just the right time.”

“Sajo, this is my student Roger, he may well become the most outstanding of all my students.”

“Weren’t you looking to have some exchange?”

The elder’s gaze turned to Roger, eyes filled with intense scrutiny and a well-hidden trace of doubt.

A few months earlier, Sword Master Cold Crow had taken in his last student, news that didn’t draw any attention.

After all, in the eyes of the outside world, Sword Master Cold Crow’s students were more like death warrants.

Too many had died in the past decades.

People wouldn’t care, they might even tease about how long Roger would last?

“Three months, young man, do you think you deserve to stand here?”

Sajo laughed.

“For a fair spar, what’s crucial is to be evenly matched, among my students, there is no one who has only trained for three months.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Any one of them will do.”

Roger said indifferently.

“Fight a duel, then you may leave the mountain.”

“Any one of them?” A young man standing behind Sajo snorted coldly, “Who do you think you are…”

“Will it be you?”

Roger rudely interrupted him.

“You…”

The young man’s face flushed with rage, accompanied by the fluctuation of his Spiritual Power. Starting from his scalp, his black hair began to stir, gradually changing into the color of flames.

“Bring it on!”

“I’ve wanted to see the swordsmanship of Hankawa for a long time.” The young man stepped forward, his hands swinging, and a pair of Spinning Staffs appeared in his grasp.

The top of each staff was thick and segmented, resembling the spine of some animal, uneven in texture and shimmering with a crimson glow.

“My name is Sajo Shinnosuke!”

As he spoke, a sudden burst of Spiritual Power erupted from the young man, the form of his Guardian Spirit flashed by, followed by a trembling in his arms, which swelled up considerably in a moment.

For some reason, even the weapons in his hands expanded along with them.

Wrapped in red light, they looked as if they were filled with blood.