“Alright, you’re from the Dragon Country, but you certainly have a way with words. As the saying goes, a fine bird chooses its tree to perch on. My Fusang is far more developed than your Dragon Country. Your decision to become a citizen of Fusang is the right one,” said the Fusang gatekeeper, his eyes brimming with pride.

“Why distinguish between us? I already consider myself a man of Fusang. The old me is dead, and now I am reborn. My real name is Song Xiaotian, but I want to change it. What do you think of Musashi Kodan?” Song Xiaotian chuckled, having already forgotten his Dragon Country roots after just a few days.

But just as his words fell, a chilling voice suddenly echoed, “Since you want to be a man of Fusang, then you can die with them.”

The unexpected words made both the Fusang gatekeeper and Song Xiaotian frown deeply.

The Fusang gatekeeper shouted, “Who’s there? Who dares to speak such nonsense at the entrance of the Beichen Martial Arts School?”

Song Xiaotian suddenly sensed something and spun around. A figure had appeared behind him at some point, but it was shrouded in a Blood Mist, making it impossible to see clearly.

From within the Blood Mist, SWOOSH!

A Blood Glow suddenly slashed down.

“Ah!” The Fusang gatekeeper screamed as his body was neatly sliced in half. His organs shattered and spilled onto the ground in a gruesome, terrifying display.

“You’re… the Martial Emperor?” Standing so close, Song Xiaotian could finally see the figure within the Blood Mist, and he cried out in disbelief. He never expected that with so many Onmyoji present at the Beichen Martial Arts School today, Wu Tian would still dare to show up, let alone start killing at the slightest disagreement.

Petrified, Song Xiaotian immediately begged for mercy. “For the sake of us both being from the Dragon Country, spare me this one time! I… I will change my ways, I swear!”

Hearing this, Wu Tian let out a cold sneer from within the Blood Mist. “From the Dragon Country? Didn’t you just say you were going to become a man of Fusang?”

With that said, the Blood Glow slashed down again.

Song Xiaotian was dead.

The commotion at the entrance had already alerted those inside the Beichen Martial Arts School. But what of it? A cold, demonic smile curled on Wu Tian’s lips.

“You worthless chickens and dogs, are you ready to be slaughtered?”

Wu Tian spoke softly, yet his voice resonated clearly in the ears of every single person inside the Beichen Martial Arts School. Arrogant. Domineering. With those words, he treated everyone present as if they were worthless trash. He was essentially asking them, ‘You’re all garbage. Are you ready for me to kill you?’

“How outrageous!”

“We may be weaker than him, but he has never experienced the Yin Yang Technique. How could he possibly know of its unpredictable nature?”

“He’s so arrogant! Let’s teach him a painful lesson!”

The Onmyoji were furious.

The second-in-command, Divine Mountain, was still calmly enjoying tea with Akiyama Youshi. After finishing his cup, Divine Mountain finally spoke. “I’ll leave him to you. And my disciples from the Dragon Country, you may go as well to broaden your horizons.”

By his posture, it was clear that Divine Mountain had no intention of intervening himself.

Akiyama Youshi thought this was only proper. He smiled and said, “As they say in the Dragon Country, ‘Why use a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken?’ There’s no need for you to trouble yourself with Wu Tian, Master Divine Mountain. They can handle it.”

The other Onmyoji all nodded. They were bored anyway and saw this as a chance to toy with Wu Tian. They all walked out of the courtyard. As they went, some Onmyoji were even eagerly posting on a forum.

“Wu Tian has finally arrived.”

“He’s come here to die. After we’re done, I’ll report back on how miserably we Onmyoji taught him a lesson.”

“Just give us three minutes. That’s all we’ll need to deal with him and send him fleeing in disgrace!”

They all remembered the Chief Minister’s words before they left Fusang. “Wu Tian must die, but he must die under the Demon-Slayer of our Fusang’s Sword Saint!”

「In the front yard of the martial arts school, they finally met Wu Tian.」

“The Martial Emperor of the Dragon Country? Heh, don’t get arrogant.”

“That’s right, don’t be arrogant.”

One Onmyoji even turned to the defectors from the Dragon Country following them and said, “You all watch closely and see what the methods of an Onmyoji are really like.”

After speaking, the Onmyoji made their moves. They used Shikigami.

Shikigami are spiritual bodies wielded at an Onmyoji’s command, their power linked to their master. The art was first created by Abe no Seimei—hailed as the ‘Jiang Ziya of Japan’—and passed down through his direct descendants, the Tsuchimikado Family. During the Edo Period, it became an important part of the Tsuchimikado Divine Dao and was greatly revered by the Tokugawa Shogunate.

Instantly, one Shikigami after another appeared before Wu Tian at the Onmyojis’ command, including the Futakuchi-onna, Nure-onna, Kappa, Zashiki-warashi, and Oshiroibaba. There were powerful ones among them as well, such as the Lord of Arakawa, Emma-O, and the Two-Faced Buddha.

The Onmyoji were delighted. They looked back at the people from the Dragon Country who followed them. “See? These are the Shikigami of us Onmyoji. They are far more powerful than your so-called martial skills from the Dragon Country. Fusang is invincible!”

Then, with ferocious expressions, they all turned to Wu Tian and waved a hand, commanding their Shikigami. “Attack! Kill him!”

As the Onmyojis’ command fell, their Shikigami all charged ferociously toward Wu Tian, aiming to beat him to a pulp.

“Phantom Fire!”

“Devour!”

“…”

The Shikigamis’ techniques were varied, and each one looked immensely powerful. The combined might of so many Shikigami attacking at once seemed utterly invincible, enough to make anyone break out in a cold sweat.

Of course, that was for others.

Faced with these Shikigami, however, Wu Tian simply sneered. “The martial arts of the Dragon Country value practicality. Your Shikigami may look fearsome, but they are just paper tigers!”

Wu Tian’s eyes blazed with the disdain of a Heavenly God looking down upon mortals, viewing the Shikigami as if they were mere ants. As their attacks closed in, Wu Tian made his move.

Streams of Blood Glow slashed out from his body. The glowing streams seemed sentient, each finding a Shikigami to cut down as they systematically descended upon them. One after another, the Shikigami were split open and vanished without a trace.

Just like that, the terrifying group assault was effortlessly neutralized by Wu Tian.

“This…”

Wu Tian’s move completely stunned both the Onmyoji and the traitors from the Dragon Country who had submitted to them. They knew Wu Tian was strong, but they had never imagined he would be this strong.

“I’ve heard that Onmyoji consider their Shikigami to be their very lives. If the Shikigami lives, the master lives; if the Shikigami dies, the master dies. This is supposedly the highest realm for an Onmyoji. Since that’s the case… I will grant your wish!” The cold, merciless words fell from Wu Tian’s lips.

Then, from within him, streams of Blood Glow slashed out once more.

The Onmyoji panicked. Without their Shikigami, their other techniques were even more useless. They tried to flee from the Blood Glows in terror, but they were still slashed to ash.

As for the traitors from the Dragon Country who had submitted to Fusang and the Onmyoji, their faces turned deathly pale, and they dropped to their knees one by one.

“Martial Emperor, we were wrong.”

“We were deceived by them.”

“I was under their illusion technique! That’s the only reason I joined them.”

“The law does not blame the public, Martial Emperor! Please, spare us this time!”

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