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Chapter 90 Storming the Palace
Chapter 90 Storming the Palace
On the other side, Xia Jie and Tokugawa Koji emerged from the Yamaguchi-gumi's stronghold, looking quite flamboyant.
Hundreds of ghost soldiers led the way. These ghost soldiers were naturally products of the Yamaguchi-gumi, a Japanese yakuza group, which was supported by the Ghost Cultivation Extraordinary System.
However, the supernatural system of ghost cultivators is now extremely incomplete, so these ghost soldiers have no memory, only instinctive brutality and obedience to the Heavenly Dao.
The Ghost Cultivation Transcendental System currently does not support the idea that people have a bright future after death, as depicted in fantasy novels.
Perhaps one day in the future, the Ghost Cultivation Extraordinary System will be able to achieve this, but it's not possible now.
Success does not necessarily come from the ruler, but the contributions of these people are indispensable.
They were tools left with only fighting instincts and negative emotions after the souls of Yamaguchi-gumi members were brutally purified, their memories and personalities erased. They could also be considered the first batch of test subjects for the Ghost Cultivation Extraordinary System.
At this moment, they became the most direct and chilling honor guard to declare Jie's existence and nature.
The ghostly soldiers had no physical form, yet they could disturb the air currents, distorting and dimming the glow of the streetlights. Wherever they passed, the temperature plummeted, a thin layer of frost condensed on the ground, leaving behind a trail of cold, inhuman footprints.
Since the Yamaguchi-gumi's stronghold was located in a bustling commercial district, the emergence of such a group caused a huge uproar.
"A ghost—there's a ghost!"
"What is that thing?!"
"Run! Call the police!"
Customers, employees, and pedestrians at izakayas and convenience stores that were still open at night witnessed this unforgettable and terrifying scene through glass windows or standing on the street: a silent army, marching forward expressionlessly across the frost-covered ground.
Wherever it went, automatic doors malfunctioned, electronic signs flickered and went out, vehicle alarms sounded inexplicably, and then went silent in the low temperature.
What's even more chilling is that some people who were nearby seemed to hear countless silent roars of pain, resentment, and rage directly impacting their minds, causing them to have splitting headaches or hallucinations, as if there were terrifying scenes of swords flashing and blood flying everywhere, bringing them to the brink of mental collapse.
Panic spread rapidly from the street like a plague. Screams, cries, and crashes filled the air as people scattered like headless flies.
On social media, blurry, shaky phone videos, incoherent text, and videos began to flood the screen.
The popularity of terms such as "Ghost army appears in Sakura City Shinjuku", "Supernatural terrorist attack", and "Onmyoji, please help me" has skyrocketed.
"How is the might of my army?!" Xia Jie asked without turning his head, but his voice clearly reached Tokugawa Koji's ears, carrying a hint of amusement.
Tokugawa Koji jolted, immediately bowing deeply, his voice hoarse: "My lord—Your Majesty's divine might is unparalleled, invincible! With such a mighty army, how can we fear that our royal enterprise cannot be accomplished!"
Tokugawa Koji forced himself to flatter, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart.
This method is too cruel, too evil, too—beyond common sense! This is not a power that humans should possess!
Absolute power that transcends the mundane!
The Imperial Palace in Japan's Cherry Blossom Capital.
"Halt! Who goes there?!" The royal guards shouted sternly, and several powerful flashlights instantly shone on Xia Jie and Tokugawa Koji not far away. At the same time, the surveillance system in the shadows had already sounded an alarm.
Xia Jie ignored the modern weapons, the blinding rays of light, and the warnings before him. He looked up, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the high walls and see into the depths of the imperial palace.
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Xia Jie's voice wasn't loud, yet it rolled across the square like muffled thunder, clearly reaching the ears of every guard, making their eardrums buzz: "I, King Xia, Jie, have come today to reclaim my throne. Tell that usurper king who has taken this place to come out and face his death!"
Arrogant, conceited, haughty, and domineering! Extremely disdainful of others, but this is how a monarch should be!
Xia Jie's declaration was like a thunderclap, echoing across the royal palace square. Every word carried the unquestionable will of a tyrant, striking the hearts of everyone present.
The members of the Japanese Royal Guard guarding the gate were pale, their palms sweating as they gripped their weapons; they had never faced such an enemy before.
"Fire!" the guard captain roared, his voice distorted by extreme tension.
Bang bang bang—!
The gunshot instantly shattered the tranquility of the night. The bullets, naturally, could not cause any harm to spirits like the Yin soldiers.
As for Xia Jie, his body was created by the shaping ability of the God Mask. He may not be strong enough, but how could he die if Heaven did not want him to?
"You dare to obstruct my Heavenly Army with such petty tricks?!" Xia Jie roared, his voice so powerful it made the glass of the surrounding buildings vibrate.
It was a completely one-sided massacre; modern technology could not cause any harm to Xia Jie or his ghostly soldiers.
Inside the palace, the Japanese Emperor, the Prime Minister, and a host of high-ranking officials, who witnessed all of this through layers of screens, were pale and cold-blooded.
Their prized modern defenses were as flimsy as paper before the terrifying presence of this superhuman being. Despair, like an icy tide, engulfed them.
Xia Jie's voice was like the scraping of metal, even colder and more violent than before, "I am the ruler of Xia, ordained by Heaven! All things in this world shall submit! You barbarian false kings, who have usurped my land, today is the day of reckoning!!!"
If someone were unaware of the facts and only saw this scene, they would simply assume that Xia Jie was the rightful ruler of this place.
"Protect His Majesty!"
"Requesting backup! The enemy—the enemy is a superhuman! Repeat, a superhuman!"
"The target is advancing towards the Imperial Palace! It cannot be stopped!"
"Onmyoji Abe no Genji! Please appear quickly and save us!"
The chaotic sounds of communications echoed through the palace security network and upper-level channels, filled with despair and pleading.
All of this was observed by various forces that detected the abnormal energy fluctuations and urgently mobilized satellites and ground monitoring.
An ancient tyrant with bizarre and terrifying methods, who disregards modern weaponry, is single-handedly storming the Japanese Imperial Palace!
This news swept through the global intelligence community and high-level circles like a hurricane.
Abe Yoshihira scrambled over, his face ashen, his voice trembling: "My lord—my lord!"
The Imperial Palace—something's happened at the Imperial Palace! A terrifying being claiming to be the Xia King is attacking the Imperial Palace, and the guards are completely unable to stop him! We implore you, my lord, to intervene and protect our nation!
His words were filled with fear and pleading. "Jie? Isn't that the legendary tyrant of China? How could he appear in Japan? And so powerfully, even attacking the imperial palace? This is an utter catastrophe!"
Su Fan, playing the Onmyoji Abe no Gen, frowned slightly, as if weighing his options, then sighed softly: "I intended to cultivate in seclusion for a few days to solidify my cultivation and prepare for an even greater calamity in the future. However—this villain is so rampant, endangering the innocent; it seems I cannot let him live."