My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

A piercing cry rang out from the city wall. The commander, pale as a ghost, roared hoarsely, ordering his soldiers to quickly close the heavy wooden city gate.

Dozens of foot soldiers pushed the door open with all their might.

boom!

The city gate had just closed, and hadn't been locked yet.

Li Chengqian had already charged ahead and reached the front. Without slowing down, he used the momentum of his galloping horse to thrust his lance, like a black venomous dragon, into the seam between the two city gates.

The steel spearhead easily pierced the wooden plank. Li Chengqian exerted force with both arms and roared, forcefully opening a three-foot-wide gap in the closed city gate.

"Push it flat for me!"

A dozen or so Tang Dynasty strongmen who arrived from behind, together carrying a thick log that had just been cut down in the mountains, rammed it into the opening.

Boom!

The deafening crash of the shattering wood sent the city gate and dozens of Japanese foot soldiers behind it flying backwards.

The gate was wide open.

Li Chengqian spurred his horse, stepping over the wood chips and corpses scattered on the ground, and was the first to rush into the long street of Kyoto.

What came into view was a densely packed mass of thousands of warriors hastily assembled.

They wore magnificent armor and wielded katanas, attempting to block the group of killing gods who had descended from the sky on the main road.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

Li Chengqian didn't waste any words and swept his lance across the ground.

The front row of samurai had their sternums broken instantly and flew out like rag dolls.

The Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao (陌刀) warriors followed closely behind, surging into the city. Five hundred men formed an inverted V-shaped charge, like a sharp plowshare, carving a deep, bloody trench in the widest street of the capital.

Blood splattered, and severed limbs flew everywhere.

Under the absolute crushing force of the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), the Bushido of Japan became a meaningless act of suicide.

The finely crafted Mingguang armor blocked most of the slashes, while each strike from a Tang soldier could take one or even two lives.

The stone slabs on the long street were completely soaked in blood, and stepping on them produced a sticky, squelching sound.

Li Chengqian was blinded by rage.

His bright armor had turned completely dark red, and even the red tassel on his helmet had become heavy from being soaked in blood.

He didn't need to know the way; the most magnificent and tallest palace complex in the city was his target.

Half an hour later.

Five hundred Xuanjia soldiers trampled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, cutting through half of the capital, and finally stopped in front of a huge square.

Ahead lies the main palace where the Emperor resides.

On the steps of the main hall stood hundreds of fully armed guards. They were protecting a middle-aged man dressed in elaborate, loose court robes and wearing a black hat.

The man was deathly pale and trembling like a leaf; he was none other than the Emperor, the symbol of the highest power in Japan.

In front of the Emperor stood three strangely dressed men.

They wore the white hunting robes of Onmyoji, held folding fans and talismans in their hands, and stared grimly at the Tang army that was closing in.

Li Chengqian, carrying a blood-dripping spear, coldly stared at the group of people on the steps.

The accompanying interpreter quickly stepped forward and pointed to the man wearing the black hat.

"Your Highness, that is their Emperor. Just now, someone shouted that if we withdraw our troops, they are willing to offer up all their national treasures and submit to us as their vassals..."

"Shut up."

Li Chengqian interrupted the translator without any politeness.

To submit? To withdraw troops?

He only had one thought in his mind: wipe them out completely and leave no future troubles.

Just as Li Chengqian was about to order the charge.

Of the three Onmyoji on the steps, the leader suddenly stepped forward. He bit his finger and swiftly drew a strange, blood-red rune in mid-air.

As the runes took shape.

The remaining Yin energy that had previously scattered in the air due to the rupture of the earth's veins seemed to be strongly drawn in, surging wildly into the body of the Yin-Yang Master.

In just a few breaths.

The Onmyoji's body emitted a series of cracking sounds as if his bones were dislocating. His originally thin body suddenly swelled up, his white hunting robe was torn, and his exposed skin turned a dead man's bluish-gray.

His ten fingers grew black, sharp nails, his eyes rolled back, and his whole body exuded a nauseating stench of decay.

Several Xuanjia soldiers at the forefront, caught off guard, swung their swords at the Yin-Yang Master. The Yin-Yang Master neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the long-handled sword to strike his shoulder with a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hands, and his black fingernails instantly slashed the arms of two soldiers.

"what!"

The two soldiers screamed in agony as the blood flowing from their wounds turned black.

An extremely cold and evil aura seeped into their bodies through the wounds, instantly freezing them in place and causing them to tremble uncontrollably. The long swords in their hands clattered to the ground, rendering them incapable of fighting.

"Step back!"

Upon seeing this, Qin Huaidao's eyes widened, and he raised his saber, ready to charge forward.

A large, blood-stained hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.

Qin Huaidao turned his head and saw Li Chengqian's eyes, which were filled with fanatical fighting spirit.

"I'm here alone."

Li Chengqian's voice was hoarse as he casually stuck the horse spear in his hand into a crack in the nearby stone.

He reached up and untied the strap around his neck, ripped off the heavy, blood-stained luminous armor from his body, and threw it to the ground with a dull thud.

Wearing only a tight-fitting black outfit soaked with sweat and blood, Li Chengqian twisted his neck, his joints cracking.

Qin Huaidao cried out in terror, "Your Highness, you mustn't! That demon's fists and claws are covered in insidious poison! It will corrupt the mind and destroy the body!"

Li Chengqian strode forward.

He looked at the mutated Onmyoji who was roaring and charging towards him, grinned, and revealed a cruel and savage smile.

"Insidious?"

Li Chengqian clenched his fist.

"Let's see if his poison is faster, or my fist!"