I'm Really A Newcomer

The flowering period of cherry blossoms is very short, and they usually fade by the end of April.

The red cherry blossoms blooming next to Nagasaki Imperial Palace are still as bright as blood.

Tianwulong saw Ye Jingzhe's funeral. The Yue people invited many foreign envoys.

Fujiwara Tokiyao's status in Sakurajima is probably similar to that of Ye Jingzhe, but Genryu Hotaru did not do this.

So Tian Wulong knew that this grand funeral was probably prepared for him, the only person to mourn.

The old man was dressed in solemn black clothes and climbed the ladder of the Imperial Palace alone, holding a shrunken gold fishing rod.

He climbed the ladder at a steady pace. There were no incense candles, paper money, or lamentations along the way.

The cold and desolate prison was transformed into a bloody execution ground.

Waiting for him were only knives, swords and the silent wind.

Genliu Hotaru sat alone on the solemn coffin.

He wore a black kimono with gold trim and an empty scabbard on his waist. Blue blood vessels could be clearly seen on his dull and ordinary face.

Genryu Hotaru rubbed the ancient tomb jade shaped like a sacred cherry, and a thrilling purple halo overflowed from his fingers.

The sky was also dark, except for the dazzling red cherry blossoms.

The old man paying tribute said hoarsely, "Where is your Majesty?"

Yuanliuying didn't answer Tianwulong's question, he just let go of the ancient tomb jade he was holding.

"I was only 50% sure, but I didn't expect you would actually come."

"I said that your generation... is really pathetically stupid and loyal." Genliu Hotaru said softly.

"President, this is the last time..." He sighed.

"Submit, or die."

Tian Wulong shook his head gently. He put the golden fishing rod back into the crystal storage, and then watched silently as the gloomy general in front of him lost the last trace of warmth in his eyes.

The moment he saw Minamoto Hotaru, Amagiri already knew what the always cautious shogun relied on.

The fish that comes ashore will immediately become fish meat in Daozu.

Tian Wulong knew that he would definitely die if he went here, but he had to do this.

Amagiri was instilled in him the supremacy of the Fujiwara family from birth.

The disasters of the doomsday era were ended by the emperor, and the history of the Fujiwara family's arrogance was wiped out by the victors.

His life was a gift from the Emperor and a debt of gratitude that needed to be repaid throughout his life.

Hundreds of years of faith have already been immersed in Tianwulong's blood and engraved in his bones, so maintaining the glory of the royal family is eternal loyalty and justice in his opinion.

Otherwise, Tianwulong will be trapped in the shame of disloyalty and cowardice forever.

The country is terminally ill, with foolishly loyal and paranoid old men staring at despicable and rebellious generals.

"Ha." Yuanliu Ying stood up and the entire coffin was shattered in an instant.

Tianwulong looked at Fujiwara Tokiyao's decaying corpse and his pupils tightened.

In the pile of unsightly broken bones was a samurai sword named Jiezuo.

"How dare you?" Tian Wulong's eyes were about to burst.

"How dare I?" Yuan Liuying asked coldly.

He pulled it up and stopped. Fujiwara Tokiyao's rotting corpse was annihilated by the black shadow in an instant. Under the deathly light of the sword, the entire Nagasaki Imperial Palace was cut off at the waist.

In an instant, half of the imperial palace turned into countless pieces of rubble and fell from a high place, and the entire Yongzao City was plunged into a meteor shower that destroyed the heaven and earth.

"What are you doing? You can obviously only target me!" Tian Wulong's eyes were filled with terrifying bloodshot eyes.

"Nagawa needs to make the necessary sacrifices for your choice, and it's too late to regret it now." Genryu Hotaru said coldly.

As if enjoying Tianwulong's expression, Genryu Hotaru used the tip of the knife to crush the black powder on the ground.

He stopped and scratched through the charred soil, hitting Tianwulong's old body hard.

A bright white light flashed, and a huge hard skeleton suddenly covered the old man's body.

That is the body of the giant bone dragon fish.

The sword bone resonated, and the huge reaction force knocked the unprepared Genryu Hotaru away. Genliu Hotaru climbed up in embarrassment from the ruins.

His luxurious clothes were stained with dust, and there wasn't even a drop of blood on his cheeks.

But this... is already the limit that Tian Wulong, a ninth level without a domain, can achieve.

grave.

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In an instant, red cherry blossoms fell from the branches, like blood dripping from a knife.

The ground was covered in red, and the red cherry trees were covered with dirty dust.

The cold bones seemed to be useless, because the blood was being cruelly stripped from the old man's body.

Yuan Liuying didn't use much force, because no matter how crazy he was, he still knew where the battlefield between the two was.

Amid the chaos, Yuan Liuying looked at the dying old man indifferently.

The wet mud covered Tian Wulong's rickety body, and Yuanliu Ying built a grave for him.

The sky was fragmented and broken, like a swollen sea, and it started to rain non-stop.

The patter of raindrops slapped mercilessly on the dying old man's last exposed bruised face.

His cracked lips moved slightly, like a fish taking water.