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Chapter 598 Ending
Thinking about it, it's actually quite normal—after all, they've been causing trouble in Kyoto for so long; if that's all they've got, it wouldn't make sense.

Sure enough, just as Zhou You smashed the corpse, a sharp shriek suddenly came from inside the divine chariot.

The next moment, all the lights around went out, and all the corpses—whether they were knocked down or not—opened their mouths. Their throats slowly moved, and fragments of purple organs flowed out. Then, with the wind blowing, they spread around in an instant.

The onlookers, oblivious to the impending crisis, continued to exclaim in surprise, marveling at how fast holographic projection technology was becoming. Zhou You frowned, treating these guys like a bunch of hamsters making a fuss, and finally summoned Duan Xie.

The blood demon transformed into a thin mist, which began to reverse from the outside. Although it was not as powerful as when it was released, it still had no problem limiting its range to the area.

Then, ignoring the jeers around him, Zhou You drew his sword, Wan Ren, pointed the tip at his opponent, thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed.

Since the whole thing is going to be a big show, why not make it a little more childish?
So he drew his sword and chanted a long poem.

"No matter how many schemes you devise, how many mountains and rivers you cleave, or how many plots you concoct to ascend to the Jade Palace, my blade now hangs on the orbit of the three celestial bodies, and I will surely shatter your spirit and slay your true soul!"

Those around them were completely bewildered and began whispering among themselves.

"What is this guy saying?"

"Why can't I understand a single word?"

"It sounds like an old Chinese saying. But why is he saying it at this time?"

"I've heard that the Taishan Fujun Festival originated in China. Could this also be part of the performance?"

—A bunch of clueless jerks, huh.

Zhou You smiled, but didn't care about them. Instead, he took a deep breath and leaped up.

If his fists are simple and unadorned, with bold and expansive movements, then when he uses a sword, it is like a dragon riding the clouds, seemingly about to rise into the ethereal realm!

At this very moment, the area encircled by the blood and evil spirits has been transformed into a land of the dead, where only the mournful cries of wandering souls can be heard, and white bones have turned into an endless arched bridge—

Otherwise.

Zhou You has always believed in only one sentence.

That is to overcome all methods with sheer force!

To make it simpler.

Vigorously miracle!
He stomped his foot hard on the ground, so hard that even the paving stones cracked with countless spiderweb-like patterns.

Then, a firefly flashed by.

The next second, blood lines appeared on the necks of more than a dozen underworld officials at the same time.

As mentioned before, physical attacks are not very effective against these corpses. However, from the wound, the blood essence has been seeping in silently like spring rain.

It lacks the ferocity of a fist, yet it destroys the driving core without anyone noticing.

Then, he wiped the bloodstains with the hem of his sleeve, bowed, and paid his respects to those around him.

The crowd was silent for a few seconds, then thunderous cheers erupted!

This is the era before it was corrupted.

Such a lack of sense of crisis, such a life of peace and prosperity.

But
With a hearty smile, amidst the countless rounds of applause, Zhou You recalled the scene of Xuan Yuan Zhenren vanquishing evil in his memory, took a deep breath, and began to twirl his sword.

Honestly, compared to Xuan Yuan's boldness, his was more about form than substance—but if you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way.

He moved straight forward, and with the cover of the evil mist, he was able to move much more freely, and his speed increased even more.

The vengeful spirits blocked the way, so I used a talisman; the demons and ghosts that tried to obstruct me, I simply slashed them with a sword.

Finally, the guy in the chariot panicked.

A sharp scream rang out, the ground crumbled like mud, and long tendrils from hell snaked out, merging into everything they touched, whether it was hard concrete or fallen corpses, becoming part of it.

Shinichi Domoto, who was not far away, almost ground his teeth to powder at the sight. He gave his colleagues a look, and the police officers spontaneously formed a human wall, skillfully moving the onlookers away.

As for Zhou You
He didn't even stop for a moment, and rushed straight into it.

Then, Duan Xie, who had been suppressing his emotions for a long time, finally soared into the sky!
With a gentle sweep of the sword light, the long, barbed beard was severed at the root, but Zhou You did not stop and continued forward.

The group wasn't very long to begin with, and after several rounds of fighting, they were already nearing the end of the group.

Even divine chariots eventually feel fear. It commands the underworld officials above and below to surround it, muttering indistinctly.

"Why are you still here even though I followed the prophecy and changed the future? No, you are not the one He spoke of. Who are you?"

According to this person's usual practice, he would definitely reply with "I am your father," but since this is in front of everyone, he has to ensure that he maintains a certain level of manners.

So he took a deep breath and uttered a sentence.

"The Supreme Mysterious Subduer of Demons and Manifestation of Sainthood, True Lord!"

The thing in the chariot was clearly stunned for a moment.

Who is this?

Zhou You was too lazy to say anything more. With the crowd growing larger and larger, he decided to bring this 'performance' to a close.

A chilling aura began to spread, and it seemed that this guy intended to turn this place into the underworld, making a final desperate attempt like a trapped beast.

There wasn't much star power left in Duanxie, so Zhou You simply waved his hand, letting it fall into his palm.

Then, with the evil-severing sword in his left hand and the ten-thousand-ren sword in his right, he lightly touched the muddy ground with his toes and landed on a ghost official.

The thing tried to grab him with its back to its side, but Zhou You merely used his shoulder as a springboard to leap forward—

Thus, the seven or eight meters were covered in an instant.

The onlookers were stunned. The smarter ones searched everywhere for any possible lures, while the more ordinary ones instinctively raised their phones to capture this amazing scene.

But for Zhou You, this was just an ordinary thing.

Using one foothold after another, those demons and monsters were like temporary covered bridges, allowing him to easily approach their location—

Then, the sword swung down.

In an instant, the black and white palanquin split in two.

—What came into view was a stout woman.

She was also an extremely ugly woman.

His face was like molten wax, crawling with plump white maggots. His lips had eight black teeth, and a tattered banner hung from his throat. His clothes were ragged, and although he had a large waist, his exposed arms were thin and bony, with only long, crooked fingernails that looked like grave-digging hooks.

Upon seeing this, Zhou You immediately broke into a smile.

"Ugly woman from the Yellow Springs? Hah, someone like you dares to dream of ascending to godhood?"

As the massive blade slashed down, the thing emitted a sharp crack, raised its arm, and managed to block the attack—it has to be said, as expected of the creature in Japanese mythology that chased Izanagi for thousands of miles, its body is truly incredibly tough.

Unfortunately, like everything else in the underworld, this guy has been completely corrupted and has long lost the demeanor he once had when leading the Yellow Springs army.

so.

The sword turns, and it slashes horizontally.

There are no fancy tricks, just simple and extremely fast speed.

The opponent turned around in a panic, and with all his might, barely managed to block the sword.

Before the guy could even breathe a sigh of relief, Zhou You sighed again.

"Can we only see one sword strike? Indeed, we can't expect much more."

Only then did it feel a sharp pain coming from its chest.

Looking down, I saw a gleaming, sharp blade piercing my chest, though it was less than three inches deep.
The fear of its life being threatened arose spontaneously, causing it to roar and swing its disproportionate claws, forcefully swatting Zhou You away!

The divine chariot was less than three meters long, and this attack should have at least knocked Zhou You down—the remaining underworld officials were all around, and although they were not as intelligent as those that had been devoured, they could at least have blocked the way.

Otherwise.

When Zhou You retreated to the edge of the divine carriage, he seemed like a weightless leaf, effortlessly spinning around and actually turning back—

The ugly woman from the underworld spoke as vaguely and indistinctly as bubbles rising from a swamp—but this time, only despair remained.

"do not want!"

Zhou You did not stop.

At some point, the surrounding lights came on again. Amidst the dazzling neon lights and the cheers of the crowd, Zhou You raised the Broken Evil Staff, which fell like plum blossoms.

I never got a clear look at the sword or that thing.

The blade sliced ​​through the mangled body, tearing apart the shriveled flesh, and finally pointed straight at the heart.

Then, a twist.

The ugly woman from the underworld trembled as she reached out her hand, seemingly wanting to make a final stand.

However, Zhou You had already retreated quickly, and in a few leaps, he had already landed on the ground.

In this final moment, it seemed to regain a few slivers of clarity. Looking at the figure standing with a sword, it seemed to remember something and murmured softly in a voice no one could hear.

“I recognize you. I’ve heard of this god’s name. You are—”

Before it could finish speaking, it suddenly showed a look of fear—and Zhou You frowned instantly.

Something is coming, and it's an old acquaintance!
This time, without even a warning, Duan Xie used up the last bit of his star power, tearing through the night like a rainbow piercing the sun, instantly shredding whatever was protruding from the darkness.

pity.

It was still too late.

The ugly woman from the underworld stared blankly for a moment, and then, starting from her head, it crumbled into sand little by little, like weathered bricks.

Anyone could see that this guy was absolutely hopeless.

Although the man was dead, Zhou You's brows furrowed even more deeply.

"He's heard of this name? Could it be that it also came from the Black Book, or...?"

A certain guess surfaced in my mind, but it was interrupted by cheers before it could even begin to form.

Turning around, I saw applause and cheers ringing out—these guys might not know what had happened, but having just watched such a good show, they certainly didn't hold back their applause.

Even more surprisingly, several reporters with cameras and microphones, clearly from television stations, squeezed through the crowd and approached, seemingly intending to interview Zhou You.

—Damn, how come I didn't know these Japanese guys liked to join in the fun so much?

There was no way he could stay there any longer. Zhou You sheathed his two swords and, with a few leaps, squeezed into the crowd—and was instantly swallowed up by the tide, disappearing from sight.

The reporters wanted to chase after them, but when they reached out, they couldn't even touch a corner of the clothes.

One of the female reporters was stunned for a long time before she murmured her feelings.

"Is this guy a retired sprinter? How come he's running so fast?"

Okay, as a highly professional journalist, if she misses one story, she can always find another. She had just arranged for a photographer to capture the incredibly realistic modern technology and, incidentally, interview the "extras" lying on the ground, looking remarkably lifelike. However—

Before she could even make a move, she was stopped by a policeman in uniform.

"What are you trying to do? I have a press pass; my badge says 'Mingjian Magazine.' And these days, even the police can't stop us from expressing our opinions. Otherwise, I'll report you to your superiors."

—Damn it, there are four types of people I hate the most in my life: one is people who can't count, the second is those bastards from the US military stationed in Japan, and the third is you bunch of troublemaking bastard reporters.

Shinichi Domoto rolled his eyes inwardly, but when he raised his head, he flashed a bright, sunny smile.

It has to be said that his face, reminiscent of a Japanese male lead, is truly deceptive. The female reporter was taken aback, and even her expression softened a bit.

So Shinichi Domoto, with that business-like smile, said in a serious tone.

"I'm sorry, although this performance was initiated by the governor, it was actually contracted to a technology company. A large part of the props used in the performance involve trade secrets. They signed the contract before we came, so I really can't let you come. I'm very sorry."

This reason was perfectly plausible, leaving the female reporter speechless, but she was still undeterred and continued to argue.

“Then we won’t film the set—but what about the actors? Especially the lead actor, although his acting is a bit raw, his technique is undeniable. You should at least let us interview the actors, right?”

After saying that, she added another sentence.

"And we're also doing this to promote Kyoto."

—Damn it, do you know that the last thing those people up there want to see right now is the word 'propaganda'?
Thinking about the possible consequences of his actions, Domoto Makoto trembled twice, and even his smile froze a bit—he didn't want to get entangled any further, so he secretly drew a spell.

The female reporter's expression froze for a moment, but soon, with his persuasive words, she finally gave up the interview and started taking pictures of the dense crowd.

Shinichi Domoto finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He watched his teammates clean up the mess efficiently and suddenly became lost in thought.

He saw the sword strike and knew how easily the other party had dealt with such a terrifying evil creature.

"Could that guy really be a god?"

He then chuckled self-deprecatingly, dismissing the guess.

"Forget it, how could that be?"

(End of this chapter)