Chapter 562 - 406: If My Divine Format Were Intact, Killing an Ant Like You Would Be as Easy as Turning My Hand

Chu He was completely unaware of the dramatic thoughts running through the minds of that family of four, nor did he have the leisure to care.

His expression was as still as water, like a frigid pool capable of reflecting the entire world without a single ripple.

He walked, step by unhurried step, until he stood before the wretched figure of Amaterasu lying on the ground.

He bent slightly and looked down. Amaterasu’s face, normally as beautiful and sacred as a goddess descended to the Mortal World, a face that seemed above all earthly matters,

was now twisted in pain and resentment. A mixture of sweat and blood trickled down her cheeks, and her disheveled hair clung to her face, making her look like a wounded, fallen phoenix.

Chu He’s gaze was calm as he asked, "Tell me, what exactly did you steal from the Great Xia Empire?"

Nearby, the renowned Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, a blade that had once struck fear into countless hearts, had long since lost its formidable aura.

It had fallen nearby with a CLANG. Its blade was spattered with blood, the jarring red made all the more savage and terrifying by the cold glint of the steel.

This blood, of course, was Amaterasu’s.

"Why should I tell you?"

Amaterasu clung to her last shred of pride, a cold sneer forming at the corners of her mouth.

Even now, heavily injured and utterly wretched, her pride as a Deity was ingrained in her very marrow,

impossible to carve out.

In her eyes, so what if she had been defeated by a mortal?

’A Deity is still a Deity, and my dignity will not be trampled. Even if it means shedding my last drop of blood,’

’I must hold my head high and never show weakness to my enemy. This is my final resolve.’

"Hmph. Stubborn, aren’t you? Have it your way."

Chu He stood ramrod straight, and a cold glint flashed in his deep eyes.

He slowly raised his arm, making a light, almost careless beckoning gesture.

In an instant, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, which had been lying wretchedly on the ground,

was seized as if by a colossal hand reaching out from the darkness, one with the power to prop up the heavens.

With a WHOOSH, it was ripped from the ground

and shot straight into Chu He’s palm, where he caught it in a firm grip.

The moment the Grass Cutting Sword entered his grasp, it seemed to detonate like a powder keg, vibrating violently.

The blade hummed wildly, like a peerless, untamable beast trapped in a cage. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, roaring in fury as it unleashed all its defiant resentment.

Clearly, the mysterious Sword Spirit within the blade had keenly sensed Chu He’s intent to control it,

and it refused to submit, struggling desperately

to break free from the grasp of this powerful stranger.

It drove the blade to twist madly, sending wave after wave of violent energy rippling outward from the sword.

The ripples surged in all directions, and wherever they passed, the air was sliced as if by sharp blades, letting out a HISSING sound.

However, Chu He’s palm concealed a small world with the power to suppress heaven and earth. A vast force erupted from it. No matter how the Sword Spirit struggled or raged, in just a few short moments,

the Sword Spirit’s resistance became a spent force, growing ever weaker,

until all the energy fluctuations were completely smoothed over and dissipated into nothing.

Chu He had forcefully suppressed it into complete submission, leaving it with no fight left.

"You... What do you intend to do?"

Alarm bells instantly shrieked in Amaterasu’s mind. Her former arrogance as a Deity who looked down upon mortals like ants was completely gone.

At that moment, an ominous premonition bloomed in her heart, spreading through her entire body in a flash and sending a chill down her spine.

Chu He’s face was like stone. "Since you’re so damn stubborn you’d rather die than spit out the truth,

then I won’t waste any more words on you. I’ll just try a more direct method.

First, I’ll take this gorgeous, kingdom-toppling face of yours

and carve it to ribbons with this blade. I’ll turn you from a Deity worshiped by the masses from high upon the clouds

into a hideous freak that makes people hold their noses and walk away.

Next, I’ll take these torn and tattered clothes of yours,

which still retain some shred of their sacred aura, and I’ll strip every last one of them off you. Then, like throwing out the trash,

I’ll toss you in front of the homeless men in Chiyoda City.

Just use that brain of yours and think. Those men on the street corners, starving and cold, who have yearned for a woman for years,

those homeless men with eyes glowing green like hungry wolves...

what do you think they’ll do when a celestial beauty like you is delivered right to their doorstep?

They’ll instantly turn into starving wolves pouncing on their prey, and they’ll ’enjoy’ every last inch of you, inside and out.

All I have to do is seal your power. Then what’s the difference between you and any other helpless woman?

As the saying goes, a beautiful face often meets a cruel fate. Beauty invites disaster.

Today, that saying might just come true for you."

As he spoke, Chu He slowly raised the predatory Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, its blade glinting coldly.

The tip of the sword, so sharp it could easily slice through the void,

was aimed steadily, without the slightest waver, at Amaterasu’s exquisitely delicate face, which looked as if it were carved from the finest white jade.

Amaterasu felt a chill, as tangible as an ice needle,

shoot up from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head.

She could feel with perfect clarity the bone-chilling sharpness emanating from the sword’s tip.

With just the slightest twitch of Chu He’s fingers, the cold, merciless blade could slice through her face as easily as a knife through tofu,

effortlessly carving a long, hideous wound resembling a Demon’s sneer,

instantly turning her enchanting face into something too horrible to behold, a laughingstock for the entire world.

"This... This is how the strongest expert on Blue Star conducts himself? To use such despicable, base methods... it’s contemptible!"

Amaterasu clung to her last shred of dignity, gritting her teeth and trying to make her voice sound calm and composed, as if she could watch Mount Tai crumble before her without batting an eye.