Dragon Raja: Starting with acquiring Orochi, a counterattack against the gods.

"I have gathered everyone here because I have something to announce."

Looking at these scheming individuals, Yuan Zhinu spoke slowly and deliberately: "From this day forward, the Fierce Demons will have only me as their master."

These words caused an uproar among the crowd, with someone instinctively asking, "What about the King?"

"I'm saying, from now on, the Ghost Clan will only have me as their master. Do you understand?"

The man instinctively wanted to retort, but when he saw Yuan Zhinü's eyes gradually turning golden, he froze. An indescribable fear spread through his heart, and the words of rebuttal were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back and quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak again.

The news was too sudden and too unexpected. No one expected that the Dragon King, who had disappeared for more than ten days, would reappear and the first thing he would do was to seize power and rebel, while the King General was nowhere to be found.

The crowd gradually began to stir, and whispers filled the air.

Looking at the restless crowd, Yuan Zhinv calmly repeated, "I will say it one last time: from now on, everyone must obey my orders. Does anyone have any objections?"

"I have a problem with this!" someone shouted, their voice filled with barely suppressed anger: "Dragon King, what are you trying to do? Where do you place the King? Are you planning a rebellion?!"

Genjiro looked at the person who spoke. He was a man covered in tattoos, with bulging muscles. He was one of the most loyal generals among the demons.

This person is also the strongest among them, possessing the Bronze Throne of Words of Power, which can greatly enhance muscle strength. He can even tear apart the family's executive officer with his bare hands. He has a very strong reputation among the demons and is the fourth number after Sakurai Kogure.

At this moment, the man stared fearlessly at Genji, his furious eyes seeming to spit fire.

Ignoring his anger, Yuan Zhinv calmly asked, "Does anyone else have any objections?"

No one dared to speak, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Genji nodded and slightly raised her hand. Sakurai Kogure immediately stepped forward and respectfully placed the sword she was holding in her hands into her hands.

Upon seeing this, the man roared, his muscles instantly swelled and hardened, tearing his clothes. His already enormous body swelled even more, taking on a faint metallic hue, and his eyes glowed with a fiery golden light.

"You bitch, I'll tear you to pieces right now!"

The man charged at Yuan Zhinü like a mad bull. His strength was immense; his raised calves shattered the smooth marble floor instantly upon impact. His terrifying power was comparable to that of a wild beast.

Compared to the crazed man, the frail girl was like a branch swaying precariously in a storm, yet her face remained expressionless. She slightly raised her head, revealing a pair of bright golden eyes.

Those eyes seemed to possess some kind of magic; everyone who saw them would subconsciously become dazed, their deepest, most unforgettable memories stirred, weaving together a dream as vast as the sea, forcibly dragging them into it.

Caught off guard, the beast-like man met those eyes, his body stiffened abruptly, and he froze on the spot.

His facial expression was even contorted, looking like a slapstick comedy that had suddenly been paused.

Words of Power: Dream Eater.

Genji slowly drew her sword, and just as she was about to behead the man, a soft sigh came from behind her, followed by an indescribable sound of a clapper.

Genjiro paused, and a man wearing a strange mask emerged from the darkness, carrying two small clappers. He slowly approached Genjiro from behind and whispered:

"Little girl, you're being silly again. What are you doing?"

With a slight smile, Yuan Zhinv suddenly exerted force with her arm, severing the man's head in front of her with a powerful slash.

Amidst the splattering of blood, Yuan Zhinv turned around without hesitation and kicked the king hard. Caught off guard, the man was kicked to the ground. Before he could react, a high heel had already stepped on his face.

Yuan Zhinu slowly applied pressure with her foot, and the sharp heel pierced the man's eye. His eyeball burst instantly, and blood gushed out. The man let out a painful scream.

The girl slowly bent down, admiring the pained and contorted expression on the strange man's face. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and her expression could even be described as sunny and warm.

She spoke softly, smiling, "Can't you tell? I'm usurping the throne."

Chapter 46 Revenge

The girl's movements were so fast that no one could see how she drew her knife. It seemed like only a blink of an eye. The man, who was as fierce as a beast, had his head rolled on the ground, blood spurting everywhere. The king, who was high and mighty in everyone's hearts, was also trampled to the ground.

Yuan Zhinü's slender legs were covered with a layer of white scales, and her muscles undulated slowly beneath them. She seemed light and powerless, but the king who was trampled to the ground could not break free no matter what he did and could only struggle in vain.

Eyeballs ruptured, blood dripping from the long knife, and a head still rolling on the ground—this bloody and horrific scene deeply shocked everyone.

Genjiro, however, slowly and methodically began wiping the sword. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy the process. The white cloth was stained with red blood, making the cherry-red longsword appear even darker, exuding a chilling aura.

Wang Jiang was still unwilling to give up and tried to struggle. His hand, which was in so much pain that it was spasming, struggled to shake the clapper in his hand. The strange rustling sound of the clapper rang out again, but Yuan Zhinü did not react at all. She even showed a mocking smile.

With a slight raise of his arm, the cherry-red longsword slashed down casually, severing the hand holding the wooden clapper. Blood splattered everywhere, and the man let out a painful roar, only able to watch helplessly as the wooden clapper rolled to the ground and was crushed under Minamoto no Chizuru's foot.

"You seem quite surprised?" Yuan Zhinu looked down at the man who was convulsing in pain, her smile widening with a crazed mockery.

"Who do you think you are, to presume to control me?"

"From the moment you took control of me, you should have expected this to happen sooner or later. Those who raise evil spirits will eventually be devoured by them."

"Don't you love to climb up by consuming other people's value? Well today, I'll climb up over your corpse. I'll make you watch as I subdue the Fierce Ghost Clan that you created."

As she spoke these words, the gold in Yuan Zhinü's eyes shone even brighter. Her sharp gaze slowly swept over everyone present, her expression obsessive and crazed.

Everyone who was caught in her gaze instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet her eyes, let alone resist.

Seeing this, Genji's smile became even brighter. She said with a smile, "Very good, this is truly a day worth celebrating. Let's celebrate this historic moment with the life of our King."

Before she finished speaking, she slightly raised her foot, her calf muscles bulging slightly, before finally lowering it high.

"boom--"

Under everyone's horrified gaze, the king's head split into four pieces like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the ground.

Before he died, Wang Jiang only saw the girl's radiant smile, as bright as the sun, and her eyes, as clear as molten gold. The killing made her excited and joyful; it was a terrifying madness, like that of a lunatic. Anyone who dared to disobey her orders was doomed to die.

Bloody and brutal, as if death itself had descended upon the world.

Before his death, Wang Jiang finally realized that he had made a serious mistake. The person he had taken from that remote town was not a kind and easy-to-control puppet, but a real evil spirit.

He unleashed the devil with his own hands.

As Genji stomped on the king's head and crushed it, the entire hall fell silent once more.

Genji picked up a cigar, and Sakurai Kogure immediately stepped forward to light it for her. The woman held the bloody longsword in one hand and the cigar in the other.

Her red lips parted slightly, and wisps of white smoke rose. The girl's delicate but pale face was obscured by the smoke, with only the faint glow of crimson fire visible.

"Now, does anyone still have any objections?"

No one dared to speak. A terrifying pressure swept over everyone like a tidal wave. Everyone knew how brutal this bloodthirsty queen was. She was covered in blood and had a bloodthirsty nature. You either submit to her or die.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and knelt down with a thud, deeply lowering their usually arrogant head.

This triggered a chain reaction, and one person after another knelt down. In a short while, everyone was prostrate on the ground.

That dark and alluring figure became their most terrifying nightmare at that moment, an inescapable shadow of death looming over them.

Yuan Zhinü smiled and slowly walked to the high platform, where a chair inlaid with gold and jewels had already been placed, like a throne of power.

Yuan Zhinu sat languidly in her chair, puffing on her cigar, looking down at the submissive servants on the ground with an air of arrogance, just like a newly enthroned king.

Sakurai Kogure stood behind her the entire time, like the most loyal bodyguard.

"Now, I am issuing the first order."

"All members of the Fierce Demons are attacking the Snake Clan. The lower-level gangsters are attacking the clan's transportation hubs to cut off all support. The rest of you are surrounding the Genji Heavy Industries. No one may kill indiscriminately without my orders, but those who resist fiercely will be killed without mercy."

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

Countless people looked up in shock, their eyes filled with nothing but astonishment and wild joy.

All the evil spirits of the Fierce Demon Clan are ultimately just people who are not tolerated by their own families. They were abandoned by their relatives because of their bloodline. If the people of the Snake Clan are the light, then the evil spirits of the Fierce Demon Clan are the shadows.

Wherever there is light, there will be shadows, and the greatest desire of these shadows is to take revenge on the high and mighty light, to let them also taste the bitterness of being abandoned.

Wang Jiang was able to gather these people together by promising them that he would definitely take revenge on his own family, or even replace his own family.

King Wang prepared for ten years, but still couldn't get revenge. That cunning man always said the time wasn't right and that they had to wait. And that wait lasted for so many years.

The first thing Genji did after killing the king was to lead everyone to take revenge on her own clan, and it was only three minutes after she took that position. How could anyone not be surprised?

Countless voices rose from the crowd. These wicked demons, who had committed countless evil deeds, became excited. A brilliant gold shone in pairs of crazed eyes, and the blood in their veins began to slowly boil.

The bloodthirsty queen, seated high above, looked at everyone with a gaze as sharp as swords, and said, word by word:

"The time for revenge has come. All those who have abandoned us, all those who have hurt us, will pay the price."

As she spoke, she threw the cherry-red longsword in her hand hard onto the ground. Whether it was an illusion or not, a pungent smell of blood wafted over as the longsword hit the ground.

That knife was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, stained with too much blood. Now that smell had seeped into its very bones, and once it was drawn, it would unleash a storm of carnage.

Genji once again revealed that mocking, obsessive smile, her scarlet tongue licking her lips, her eyes flashing with a chilling madness:

"Now, go and get your revenge! Go and chop down those blind fools!"

Some mistakes can only be washed away with blood!

Chapter 47 Tachibana Masamune, Come Out and Face Your Death

This is a dark day for the Japanese underworld.

Since the emergence of the Demon Clan twenty years ago, this bloodthirsty and brutal organization has been resisting the Hebi Hachike, the emperor of the Japanese underworld. After so many years of development, they have become capable of challenging the powerful on equal footing.

Under the king's manipulation, all the evil spirits lurked in Tokyo. They were like rats hiding in the shadows, unable to see the light and committing all sorts of evil deeds, but at this moment they gathered together.

These ghosts, who should have been hiding in the shadows, no longer cared about being exposed. They raised their bloody knives and launched an attack on the high and mighty underworld tycoon.

The gates of the Pleasure Palace were wide open, but this time they were not welcoming desire. Black vans drove out one after another, and the high-ranking officers of the Demon Clan came out in full force.

As they arrived in Osaka, all the gangs controlled by the Oni Clan began a frenzied attack on the Snake-Headed Eight Family gangs.

Never before in history has there been such a highly efficient gang war, comparable to Hitler's blitzkrieg in sweeping across Poland. The gangs belonging to the Snake Clan were crushed one after another before they could even organize.

After so many years of erosion, eleven of the eighteen yakuza gangs in Osaka have been taken over by the Oni Clan, and the remaining seven have now suffered a devastating blow.

Several "yokai" were beaten to death with baseball bats, and the gang eventually disbanded. The remaining six all switched their allegiance to the Oni Clan, and overnight Osaka became the Oni Clan's Osaka.

Not only in Osaka, but from south to north, all the gangs loyal to the Oni Clan mobilized and launched a full-scale attack on gangs loyal to the Snake-Headed Eight Families.

They were told they either surrendered or died on the spot, and those naive thugs were terrified.

These people, abandoned by their families, form a group of ferocious and bloodthirsty demons. Compared to the underworld, which the families have always appeased, they are evil spirits who commit all kinds of evil.

They had always longed for this day of revenge, so when it finally came, they were like starving beasts, frantically pouncing on all fresh prey.

The only rope binding these beasts was Genji's command, which prevented a bloodbath. No matter how fiercely their bloodlust raged, these people dared not cross the line.

Those who looked down on the evil spirits' frenzied resistance became the outlet for their anger, and countless people were beaten to death.

Genji issued an order that no one who surrendered should be harmed, and all the half-bloods who were loyal to the family were imprisoned. The countless dark cells under the Paradise Pavilion were now crammed full.

Under Tachibana Masamune's brainwashing year after year, these yakuza blindly trusted the main family. Genji hadn't figured out how to deal with them, so she had no choice but to lock them all up first, preparing to kill Tachibana Masamune before dealing with them.