Today's humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold... Ouch, you bastard, don't touch my tail, at least not in front of so many people...
After calming the Fox Clan, only the Ghost Clan remained among the Three Demon Tribes.
Those burly men with blue faces, fangs, and horns on their heads clearly weren't easy to deal with.
Fujiwara Reya didn't waste time in the sky; he swiftly descended with Tamamo-no-Mae, landing on the Golden Path in front of the Divine Palace Hall.
Golden sycamore leaves covered the road like a golden carpet. A handsome monk with a scholarly demeanor clasped his hands together: "After more than a thousand years, the three kings are finally reunited."
"I hate monks the most." Tamamo-no-Mae coldly snorted, breaking free from Fujiwara Reya's embrace and walked towards the Divine Palace Avenue.
