"Father... Emperor... even after death I will find no peace... This Netherworld Fire burns so painfully..."
The Japanese Princess's little face twisted sinisterly as the Netherworld Fire consumed her body. Her tormented wails, like dozens of steel needles piercing Miyamoto Mutten's heart, made him stagger backward, clutching his chest.
Miyamoto Mutten's son and daughter were staring intently at him, their ghastly white ghostly claws emanating a frightful aura. The air around them surged with their peak of anger and resentment.
Splurt!
A mouthful of lifeblood sprayed from Miyamoto Mutten's mouth, his lips bitten, his teeth grinding together audibly, his eyes filled with intense grief. The Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword fell from his hand to the ground, its Spiritual Light dissipating into nothingness, clearly in extreme agony from his children seeking his life.
"Ye Xuan, you bastard," Miyamoto Mutten roared with a shiver, yet tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.
