The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

They even had contact with these Japanese people more than two thousand years ago and taught them a lesson.

However, he didn't think too much about it, but Kimura Ryosuke and the others were different. They couldn't help but think of an ancient myth from Japan.

Furthermore, upon seeing this divine body, which resembled the night sky, they instantly made some connections.

The appearance of the person in front of them is very similar to that of a great god in their ancient Japanese mythology!

Staring at the mysterious being before him, Kimura Ryosuke was stunned, muttering to himself, "The Great God of the Vast Ocean?!"

Upon hearing this, dozens of Japanese soldiers all looked shocked.

"The Great God of the Vast Ocean..." Zou Zhangxun asked, "Do you recognize this...this person?"

“I know her… Of course I know her!” Kimura Ryosuke said, trembling. “She is a supreme being in our Japanese mythology, almost on par with Amaterasu Omikami.”

"Legend has it that in ancient times, someone angered the Great God of the Vast Ocean, who descended upon the earth, causing natural disasters such as earthquakes and tsunamis, as punishment for the people of that time..."

"People at that time called this person 'Changming Miten Omikami,' which means the supreme god who rules over the sea and the heavens, just like our Amaterasu Omikami in Japan."

"But isn't this an ancient myth? How could it possibly be true?"

Ryosuke Kimura was terrified.

Hearing him say that, Zou Zhaocai was exasperated.

The Great God of the Vast Ocean, the supreme god of Fusang?!

Ruined!

Not to mention him, even Kimura Ryosuke and the others were terrified at this moment. Even though they were carrying guns, they did not have the courage to resist.

After all, this was the Great God of the Vast Ocean in their Japanese mythology. Even with a brain the size of a walnut, it was impossible for the guns they carried to deal with such a being.

Revolt?

Don't you want to die fast enough?

Hearing what Kimura Ryosuke and the others said, Su Chen's eyes also showed a hint of surprise.

He never expected that just by going to Japan and not doing anything, he would be so terrified by the Japanese people, who even gave him the divine name "Cangming Yutian Daishin".

However, even if he had taken on a divine name, he would not let those who dared to offend and invade his Wushan go unpunished.

A murderous intent flashed in Su Chen's eyes.

Chapter 137 The Sky Suddenly Turned Dark

In an instant.

Kimura Ryosuke and the others felt the air suddenly freeze, as if the entire world was pressing down on them. Not only was it difficult to breathe, but their limbs were stiff, and they couldn't even move their fingertips.

A bone-chilling coldness spread from the depths of my marrow.

It was as if they would die at any moment.

Ryosuke Kimura's face turned deathly pale instantly, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and he almost instinctively broke down screaming.

"Lord Omikami! Spare me! Spare me!"

"We are on the same side! We are the children of the Great God! We meant no offense!"

His voice had changed, trembling and whimpering, completely devoid of any military authority. It was a stark contrast to the brutal killing of those Chinese he had mentioned not long ago.

The dozens of Japanese soldiers behind him, their faces contorted in terror, knelt on the ground, begging for mercy incoherently.

"Lord Omikami!"

"We didn't do it on purpose, we didn't do anything!"

"Spare me, spare me!!"

Some people were so frightened that they lost control of their bladders, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they didn't even dare to lift their heads.

Zou Zhan, standing to the side, collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, frantically kowtowing, his voice trembling.

"Please, Your Majesty, have mercy! I was forced into this situation. I will never dare to do it again..."

However, Su Chen showed no emotion whatsoever; his enormous eyes, as blue as the sky, held only indifference.

A cold sound slowly echoed from the top of Wushan Mountain.

"Ants, who considers you one of our own? You dare to call yourselves 'one of our own'?"

The words were spoken.

The wind rises, and the fog stirs.

In an instant, the fog that had been swirling around them suddenly surged violently, transforming into visible white torrents that swept towards them with a gale.

The wind and fog transformed into countless blades.

"Ahhhh!!!"

A piercing scream instantly shattered the silence of the mountains.

The wind was sharp as a blade, sweeping past.

Their clothes were torn, their flesh was cut open bit by bit, and blood splattered in the air, as if they were being slowly tortured by countless sharp blades.

"No, help!"

"mother!"

"I don't want to die!!!"

Screams, cries, and pleas for mercy mingled together, filled with despair and collapse.

Ryosuke Kimura's eyes widened, filled with regret and fear, as he roared hoarsely.

"Lord Omikami, please spare my life..."

Unfortunately, his voice was quickly swallowed up by the howling wind.

Blood mist permeated the summit of Wushan Mountain.

After a short while, everything fell silent.

However, that's not quite right. While Kimura Ryosuke and dozens of other Japanese soldiers turned into a cloud of blood, one person was still left at the scene.

The only Chinese among the dozens of people was named Zou Zhanna Shu.

Because of what this person just shouted, in order to avoid killing the wrong person, he, who had comprehended some of the mysteries of the Dao Fruit of the Soul, instantly understood how to search the soul with his saint-level comprehension.

In a short while, he had scrambled almost all of the man's memories.

From this man's memory, he discovered that the man was indeed not lying. He was forced to be Kimura Ryosuke's lackey, and during this time, he secretly helped his compatriots on several occasions.

Knowing this, he didn't go for the kill, turning a blind eye and letting the man go.

The next second, with a thought, he witnessed a horrific scene. Standing frozen in the blood mist, Zou Zha was swept away by the raging wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was back down the mountain from the top of the misty mountain.

However, even after returning to the foot of the mountain, he was still not in a daze and remained in a state of shock and fear.

The cruel and terrifying scene he had just witnessed terrified him, leaving him utterly horrified and nearly terrified out of his wits.

He had never seen such a cruel and terrifying scene before.

These Japanese soldiers weren't that terrifying when they killed people!

Dozens of living, breathing people were blown into minced meat and blood mist by the wind and fog in his eyes...

Is this the power of the gods?

In the blink of an eye, anyone, even these Japanese soldiers, could die instantly!

Zou Zhan Ge Lu Mo, Mei Zhen Gui Que, Po Shen Nuo Qiao Xiong Jia ァ

Throughout the journey, he continued to mutter to himself, "Dead... all dead... gods... the Great God of the Vast Ocean..."

"...Kimura-sama and the others are all dead..."

Clearly, he was so terrified that he had become somewhat mentally unstable; in other words, he was so frightened that he lost his mind.

However, this has nothing to do with Su Chen. Based on his understanding of the soul, he sensed that this Zou Zhannao was not so foolish as to have driven the person crazy.

This guy became like this entirely because he was too psychologically fragile; he scared himself to the point of being mentally unstable.

On Mount Wu.

After dealing with Kimura Ryosuke and his group of dozens of people, Su Chen ignored Zou Zhaoshang and turned his gaze to the city not far from Wushan.

He saw the Japanese soldiers stationed in the city, and the tragic scene.

He naturally wouldn't be kind to these Japanese who dared to offend him.

He acted on his impulse.

In an instant, the seven constellations of the Azure Dragon shone brightly in the scorching afternoon sky.

Although it wasn't as conspicuous or unusual as it was during the Qin Dynasty, with phenomena like aurora borealis, people across China could still see these seven twinkling stars with the naked eye if they looked up.

Above the misty mountain, Su Chen's body shimmered with starlight.

At this moment, he seemed to become one with the Azure Dragon and the Seven Mansions, and the entire eastern region was within his perception.

It includes not only large swathes of Chinese land, but also islands such as Fusang in the east.

Su Chen's eyes gleamed with a strange light as countless scenes and objects came into view.

His eyes were indifferent and cold.

The next second, a thought struck him.

At the same time.

In a city not far from Wushan.

Not long had passed since Kimura Ryosuke and the others went up the mountain and went crazy coming down from Zou Zhanji.

Inside the dilapidated house.

Yue Feng and several other Nationalist soldiers were huddled and hiding.

The occasional gunshots and cruel laughter of the Japanese soldiers outside were like knives, piercing their hearts.

“Damn it…”

Yue Feng muttered a curse under his breath, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

"If this continues, they'll kill everyone in the city! Those damned beasts!"

Just as his eyes turned red, and he wanted to rush out and fight those damned beasts to the death...

這時

Boom!

A deafening clap of thunder suddenly resounded in the sky.

In an instant, the sky turned dark, and you could hardly see your hand in front of your face!

Because it was so sudden and the darkness was so exaggerated, Yuefeng and his men, who were in distress and worried about how to deal with the Japanese soldiers in the city, were caught off guard.

The Japanese army that commanded the city, Major Ito Tomoya and his men who were waiting for Lieutenant Kimura and others to return, and the surviving civilian schools in the city, all suddenly found themselves in a darkened sky.

"What happened?!"

Yuefeng, Ito Tomoya, and the others looked up at the dark, overcast sky, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Chapter 138 Did the Japanese offend the gods?!

Looking at the sky, which suddenly turned pitch black, as if night had fallen abruptly, Xingsou was momentarily lost in thought.

Just moments ago, the sun was blazing and scorching, but now it seemed as if some invisible hand had forcefully erased the light.

The sky was low, with dark clouds rolling and overlapping, like a black tide pressing down.

The air was terribly stuffy, making even breathing difficult.

Something's not right!

Tomoya Ito looked surprised.

The countless Japanese soldiers in the city also stopped what they were doing, looking up with puzzlement in their eyes.