One person: Orochi, starting with Feng Baobao's Eight Heroes.

"Awake!"

Shanqi struck him on the top of the head with a palm.

Tsuchimikado's eyes trembled violently as the moonlight returned to clarity, only to find the gaping maw of the Heart Monkey already before him...

Click!

The instant Tsuchimikado Moonlight's upper body disappeared, Zenki pulled a purple talisman from the sleeve of his mangled body.

The monkey suddenly gagged painfully and vomited out half of its head—the single eye on the head was still moving, and its lips were opening and closing as if it wanted to speak.

"Moving mountains..."

Shanqi suddenly muttered to himself, without even looking at the approaching monkey.

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the purple talisman, and the Qimen formation beneath his feet expanded wildly to a range of a hundred feet.

The ground began to shake.

The sound of wind came from the direction of the imperial tomb in the distance, and the energy of twelve earth veins soared into the sky.

Shanqi's skin dried up at a visible rate, but his voice grew louder and louder.

"Jiazi and Yichou are gold in the sea, Bingyin and Dingmao are fire in the furnace... Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, heed my command!"

When the monkey's claws were only three inches away from Shanqi's throat, the feng shui dragon vein of the entire imperial mausoleum transformed into a semi-transparent dragon, roaring out from the ground.

The dragon shadow passed through Shanqi's body and crashed heavily into Xinyuan's chest.

"puff--!"

3.9 The Monkey King coughed up blood from all seven orifices and was forced to his knees by an invisible force.

It was horrified to discover that this was not an ordinary attack, but the weight of the entire mountain range and its surrounding earth!

Zenki staggered to the half-head of Tsuchimikado Tsukikage. The head was still talking.

"What...is this...a move...?"

"Miraculous Skill: Moving Mountains"

With a bitter smile, Shanqi picked up the talisman from the head.

"It's not about moving a real mountain, it's about moving the feng shui. The imperial mausoleum's three-hundred-year-old dragon vein should be enough to crush this beast, right?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze.

Chapter 239 Fear

In the blood-soaked reflection, though Xin Yuan's bones were cracking and blood was flowing from his seven orifices, it coalesced into four twisted characters on the ground—"Urgent! Urgent! Urgent! King!"

"What do you mean..."

Shanqi suddenly coughed up fragments of his internal organs. In his blurred vision, he saw those blood-red characters rise into the air and transform into blood arrows that shot into the distance.

Meanwhile, the body of the Mind Monkey was slowly dissipating under the suppression of the Dragon Vein.

"it's over..."

Zenki slowly pulled the talisman, which glowed with a ghostly blue light, from the remaining half of Tsuchimikado Moonlight's head. The moment his fingertips touched the talisman, a bone-chilling cold rushed straight to his heart through his meridians.

He endured the discomfort and watched as Tsuchimikado Moonlight's last bit of spiritual energy dissipated like smoke.

"Father, we..."

The son's face was deathly pale, and his voice trembled as he pointed around. 06

Inside the interior space, the original group of fifteen people has now been reduced to only four.

The physical bodies of the other eleven had long since turned into withered husks, and their souls had been completely devoured by the "national advisor" of the Mind Monkey.

The air was filled with a strange, nauseating stench of decay and blood.

Shanqi looked down at the talisman in his hand, where the ghost face pattern outlined in cinnabar seemed to be writhing.

He snorted coldly.

"The Tsuchimikado family's talismans are indeed extraordinary, but unfortunately most of them were chewed to pieces by that beast. This Demon King talisman was preserved because of its special material, which even the Heart Monkey couldn't chew through."

"Father, the formation is incomplete. How do we leave this hellish place?"

The son wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice filled with fear.

Shanqi looked around and the interior space began to distort and deform, and the distant scenery became blurry.

He said solemnly.

"The Guiyuan Formation only needs to meet the basic requirement of three people stepping on the Three Wonders to close. You, me, and the other two—"

He pointed to his two remaining men.

"Perfectly fills the positions of Aoki and Tsuchimikado Gekko."

The son breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but then became nervous again.

"Then...what about the Mind Monkey? It's only been temporarily suppressed by the Feng Shui arrangement, what if..."

"Never mind it!"

The elder sternly interrupted.

"The inner landscape is inverted and distorted. Once we leave, finding the exact location to re-enter will be harder than climbing to heaven. No matter how powerful that beast is, it can forget about breaking through the inner landscape barrier!"

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and directed everyone to take their positions.

A faint blue light shone beneath the feet of the four people, outlining a fragmented Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern.

Shanqi bit his finger, dripped the blood onto the talisman, and muttered incantations.

"The Three Wonders and Six Instruments, Reversing the Flow and Returning to the Origin!"

The space suddenly distorted, and the four figures seemed to be kneaded and pulled by an invisible hand.

After a dizzying spin, Shanqi opened his eyes and found himself back in the tomb in the real world.

The tomb was cold and damp, with the eternal lamps on the walls casting a dim, yellowish light.

Shanqi staggered a few steps before regaining his balance, his chest heaving violently.

He turned his head and saw that his son and two subordinates were also pale-faced, one of whom even knelt down on the ground, retching incessantly.

"Fifteen people went in, and only the four of us came out..."

The son's voice trembled.

"If Kawashima found out..."

"Shut up!"

Shanqi suddenly flew into a rage and slapped his son across the face.

"What is Kawashima? He's nothing but a dog we're using!"

The son covered his face, staring at his father in shock.

A crazed light flickered in Shanqi's eyes.

"Our alliance with the Japanese is merely a means to leverage their power to achieve our goals! Once we gain power, the first people we'll kill are those Japanese pirates from Kawashima!"

"But...but Father, without the support of the Japanese, how can we restore our nation?"

The son asked timidly.

590 Shanqi sneered and took out an ancient jade pendant from his pocket.

The jade pendant gleamed with eerie blood-red patterns under the dim light.

"See? I've transferred the dragon vein's blessings and seized numerous destinies. Now, I possess the destiny of an emperor!"

His voice was filled with fervor.

"After returning to Bincheng, we will sell all our property, transfer the market, and use the money to recruit soldiers!"

The son wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Shanqi waving his hand.

"The problem now is how to get out of here safely."

Chen Qi is probably lying in wait outside.

When the name "Chen Qi" was mentioned, Shanqi's eyes showed apprehension.

He suddenly looked at the Ghost King's talisman in his hand, a sinister smile appearing on his lips.

"If we're going to play, let's play big..."

Shanqi sat cross-legged, bit his middle finger until it bled, and quickly began to write on the back of the talisman.

Chapter 240 The Demon King of Mount Ooe

The blood was immediately absorbed upon contact with the talisman paper, which gradually turned from its original dark blue color to a dark red, and the runes on it began to writhe.

"Father, what's wrong...?"

"I hereby command the Demon King of Mount Ooe!"

Shanqi didn't raise his head, his voice low.

"Let that monster distract Chen Qi, and then we'll have a chance to escape."

As the last blood talisman was completed, the entire tomb chamber suddenly began to shake violently.

The alloy coffin in the corner, bound by iron chains and covered with talismans, began to emit thick black smoke.

Black mist rose to the top of the tomb chamber, forming a swirling black cloud.

"Rumble--"

Outside the imperial mausoleum, the once clear sky suddenly became overcast, with howling winds and swirling snowflakes.

The wind howled mournfully, like the wailing of countless wronged souls.

"Crack!"

The iron chains on the alloy coffin broke inch by inch, and the heavy coffin lid collapsed to the ground with a crash.

A suffocatingly fierce aura spread out.

The two henchmen collapsed to the ground, their eyes rolled back, and they lost consciousness.

Shanqi's son barely managed to hold onto the wall, but his legs trembled uncontrollably.

"coming..."

Shanqi suppressed his heart palpitations and stared intently at the coffin.

In the darkness, a slender, pale hand rested on the edge of the coffin.

The hand looked exquisite, with neatly trimmed nails, quite different from the imagined image of the Ghost King.

"This is... the Demon King of Mount Oe?"

The son's voice trembled.

A figure slowly sat up in the coffin.

He was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly, and long, black hair that was casually draped over his shoulders.

He was wearing a dark red kimono, the collar of which was loose, revealing a large expanse of his pale chest.

The boy—or rather, Shuten-dōji—opened his eyes, revealing a pair of clear and pure eyes.

He looked around, and finally his gaze fell on Shanqi, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Long time no see, descendant of the Tsuchimikado family?"

His voice was gentle and warm, completely unlike the terrifying legend.

However, Shanqi felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

In the depths of those seemingly clear eyes, he saw endless darkness.

In a daze, images flashed through Shanqi's mind.

A burning village, demons devouring corpses, a gigantic red figure standing amidst the flames.