Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 143 My word is the will of Heaven; to defy me is to defy Heaven.
From the shores of the East China Sea, a distant, soft murmur suddenly drifted forth:

"A man should act with violence; he cannot stand on both duty and benevolence."

"A man's duty is on the battlefield; his courage is like a bear's and his eyes are like a wolf's."

"If one is born a man, one should kill; one should not allow a man's body to contain a woman's heart."

The menacing, ethereal voice sent chills down the spines of countless people, raising goosebumps on their skin.

Fortunately, after a short while, the soft murmur, which seemed both far away and close at hand, gradually stopped; otherwise, one would have truly thought they had encountered a ghost in broad daylight.

A month later.

The martial arts world of China was shaken, because merchant ships traveling to and from Japan brought back news that hurricanes and natural disasters had struck various parts of Japan one after another, destroying cities and killing people wherever they went, leaving no survivors.

At first, the news was taken as a joke, but as it spread and became more and more believable, people began sailing closer and closer to the coast of Japan.

As they looked around, they saw the sky filled with blood mist, a scene of utter devastation. They could vaguely see tornadoes, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, raging across the land.

On a ship at sea, You Ruo and three others gathered, all in silence.

After a long while, Nie Feng said with an indescribable expression:

"I never expected that Master would learn the 'Maha Boundless' technique that Brother Yun and I used to defeat him. It was a skill that should have been used by the two of us together, but he used it so easily. Its power was almost like the so-called power of divine punishment."

Upon hearing this, You Ruo seemed to recall something and said:
"Many years ago, when my father was resting under the old peach tree, he would occasionally exude an intangible and formless aura, as if he were one with all things and no longer bound by any form or color."

"After that, there was another period of unpredictable changes, inexplicably emitting an ethereal and unpredictable aura. It was clear that after witnessing the 'Mahayana' you were performing, you had grasped its essence and comprehended it in the process."

Qin Shuang sighed:
"The key question now is when Master will stop. Just look at the extremely thick blood mist and the increasingly bloody seawater around us. It seems that he has already killed millions in just one month. Could it be that he is really going to carry out the massacre of a country by himself?"

"Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand makes one a hero, slaughtering nine million makes one the hero among heroes." Bu Jingyun's expression was complex.

"His earlier poems made it very clear that he intended to carry out a ruthless extermination."

Nie Feng said with utter helplessness:

"Recently, many experts have come here to observe, and they have all noticed that the devastating tornado in Japan does not seem to be a natural disaster. In addition, the fact that Master recited 'A Man's Journey' before leaving makes people wonder what it means."

Upon hearing this, You Ruo smiled instead:
"It's just that some busybodies have pinned the name of a butcher on my father. I think even if my father heard it, he would just laugh and find it slightly amusing."

Seven days later.

In Japan, the full moon hangs in the sky, but shrouded in blood mist, it appears as a terrifying blood moon.

In a place strewn with corpses, with two lingering hurricane tornadoes nearby, a white-haired man in a black robe, his robes fluttering in the wind, hangs suspended above the ground.

"Gentlemen, do you know why, even though I have clearly discovered you, I have not revealed your whereabouts, but have simply blocked your escape route without making a sound?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than two elderly men in their sixties or seventies appeared.

One of them appeared to be of average build, wearing a full blue outfit with eight sashes tied at the back, covered with images resembling Bagua symbols. He had a round face, a simple hairstyle, and several small braids tied at the back of his head.

A man who looked like an ordinary farmer, but was tall and burly with bulging veins all over his body, exuded a deep demonic aura in his gaze, and whose face was quite similar to the old man in the blue robe.

The former was naturally Xiao Aoshi, the head of the Dongying Xuanhua Company, while the latter was his brother, nicknamed the Great Demon God Xiao Jingtian.

"There's an old geezer who says that in the future, an island nation shaped like a crescent moon and bearing the sun as its emblem will instigate a so-called great calamity."

"In other words, as long as the power of Japan rises like the sun, the martial arts world of China will face a great calamity, and countless innocent lives will inevitably be slaughtered." Xiao Jingtian spoke expressionlessly.
"We brothers never expected that before we could even trigger the Great Calamity of a Thousand Years, it would happen to us instead."

Laughing at the World continued:

"The reason why you waited until tonight to expose our whereabouts is simply because there is no one left to kill. By now, even the forces we have built and the disciples we have taken in have all died."

The white-haired man in black robes asked repeatedly with a smile:
"If that's the case, why don't you just die? Why do you insist on me doing it? Why won't you shed tears until you see the coffin?"

A ripple appeared in Xiao Jingtian's eyes:
"Hearing your words, I feel even more strongly that the title of Great Demon God should be given to you. You are the one who truly deserves to be called the Demon God of Descendants."

"He slaughtered millions of lives single-handedly without batting an eye, as if he had merely crushed some insignificant ants."

“Wrong. Please be more confident. It’s not ‘seems,’ it should be ‘two words.’” the white-haired, black-robed man said earnestly.

"Look at my spotless appearance, it's nothing more than stepping on some insignificant ants."

He suddenly shook his head:
"No, even the soles of your feet that crush ants will inevitably be stained with blood."

Zhuang Buran paused slightly, then smiled broadly:

"Therefore, they are not even ants, so how can I take them seriously?"

Upon hearing this, the two men couldn't help but catch their breath. Besides feeling that the white-haired, black-robed man was extremely vicious, they themselves also felt a complex and indescribable feeling. However, they suddenly felt a strange surge of energy, as if a knife tip was pointing directly at their brows.

"I am a sorcerer who can predict the future. Most sorcerers in the world simply like to divine the general trend and go with the flow. A few like to consciously follow the trend and gradually make the general trend develop in the way they want."

The white-haired man in black robes had a calm expression.
"But I prefer to take myself as the supreme ruler, with heaven and earth as my weapons, my words as the mandate of heaven, and to defy me is to defy heaven."

His eyes were lowered, his hands were clenched into fists, as if they were being conceived or hidden. His feet were neither eight nor eight, but rather twisting and turning, like making a hand seal. The blood mist that had spread everywhere suddenly contracted and condensed into the fist seal in an instant.

The brothers' pupils dilated in shock. The horror of the knife tip pointing directly at their brows intensified, and a strange feeling that their lives were in the hands of others kept welling up in their hearts.

The two men's energy surged, and Xiao Jingtian used the "Four Absolute Techniques of Chaos" that he had cultivated to its peak.

This technique uses the sun and moon as its medium, allowing one to draw upon the four great forces of wind, thunder, fire, and rain from nature. However, due to the special nature of the technique, the power is most abundant on the night of a full moon, while it would leak out during the day. That's why it was hidden until tonight.

Unexpectedly, when he tried to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, to refine it into his own essence and transform it into the inexhaustible natural power during the exertion of his power, he did not manage to absorb any essence of the sun and the moon.

The Laughing World Cultivator possesses the "Myriad Paths of the World," which can accommodate various, even mutually exclusive, martial arts techniques for his own use. This technique not only encompasses the power of heaven and earth but also allows him to discern the opponent's mind, giving him the upper hand in battle.

However, once he tried to activate his internal energy, he found that he could not draw upon the corresponding power of heaven and earth in the technique.

As a result, without being able to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, the power of their martial arts was greatly reduced.

"You two don't think I killed for the sake of killing," Zhuang Buran chuckled.
"Innocent."

A chillingly powerful punch erupted, forcing the legs of the Xiao Jingtian brothers deep into the mud.

"Based on the power of the earth's veins, it absorbs the resentment and malevolence of countless lives caused by war. This is the eighth limit of the Seven Limits of Devouring Heaven and Destroying Earth, which I deduced based on the Twelve Swords of Profound Yin and my own knowledge."

"It is said that 'war is a natural barrier,' so we will use the bloodline of the two divine turtles to cleanse and refine it."

With a loud "boom," a mushroom cloud spread for miles.

(End of this chapter)