"Then go to Hell and join your emperor!"
Hearing Xu Fu's light taunt, Amaterasu became like a thoroughly enraged beast. Her face instantly turned as cold as frost, and a layer of rime seemed to condense upon her features.
She abruptly raised the gleaming Grass Cutting Sword in her hand. The blade flickered with a chilling light in the night sky, like a man-eating ice serpent.
Upon the blade's edge, a terrifying energy formed a surging black tide,
constantly roiling, brewing, and coalescing.
An apocalyptic storm was quietly taking shape.
A moment later, just as the golden light was about to condense into a tangible form,
like a golden sun on the verge of exploding in the night sky,
Amaterasu, gripping the Grass Cutting Sword, swung it down from above with incomparable speed and ferocity.
In that instant, an immensely powerful wave of Sword Qi, like a dazzling crescent moon,
