THE SEVEN SAMURAI OF OTAKO

Then — two figures materialized out of thin air.

The Celestial Masters had arrived.

“!!!!”

The sheer force of their arrival sent a tremor through the ground, and for a fleeting moment, Shi Min swore his heart stalled.

Teleportation talismans.

Their efficiency was beyond comprehension.

It wasn’t just the ability to move across distances — it was the way they did it. Effortless. Silent. Precise.

Had any of them been weaker in spirit, their hearts might have given out from sheer shock.

“…..”

‘Can they at least give them a heads up.’ Both Goldie and Rockie aggrievely thought as they held their chest, and their lost ego.

But Shi Min’s gaze locked onto the two celestial masters with sharp precision. Despite their Samurai masks, despite the veiled mystery of their aura, he knew.

His blood ran cold.

One of them — the leader of the Seven Samurai.