The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Outside the Yamamoto Group headquarters, the sun shone brilliantly. Inside its grand lobby, however, an endless darkness had fallen.

After Hua Xiaotian kicked the elevator doors off their hinges, he was met by a swarm of blood-red butterflies that filled the air. He froze instantly. The next moment, his eyes lost their focus; it seemed as if the dancing butterflies were the only thing left in the entire world. Unable to control his gaze, he stared blankly at them.

"No, no! Where is this? Where am I?" He stared blankly for less than three seconds before suddenly screaming, clutching his head as he scrambled madly out of the elevator.

To Hua Xiaotian, he was no longer in the Yamamoto Group’s lobby. He was standing in a sea of blood, a veritable Purgatory! A torrential river of blood surged around him, its cloying stench filling the air. As far as the eye could see, the entire world was a sinister, garish red.

Gradually, a rain of blood began to fall. Each droplet splattered on the ground, releasing a fresh wave of the coppery smell. In the downpour, the corpses littering the ground slowly began to rise. Hua Xiaotian recognized them instantly—they were the members of the Yamamoto Group he had just slaughtered.

"Give me back my life!"

"Damn it, why did you kill me? Why!"

"I’ll take your life!"

Like zombies, the bodies swarmed toward Hua Xiaotian, shrieking as they advanced. Although Hua Xiaotian didn’t understand Japanese, he could easily guess the meaning of their curses.

"Where is this?! Where am I?!" Ignoring the hideous apparitions, Hua Xiaotian clutched his head and roared in a frenzy.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

His attempt to ignore them was futile; they wouldn’t let him be. Amidst his roars, the apparitions swarmed him, their bloody maws gaping wide as they lunged forward to bite.

"GET AWAY!" Faced with the imminent danger, Hua Xiaotian let out a terrified roar. He unleashed a burst of power from his body, violently throwing the apparitions off him. But even as they went flying, they were unharmed. They simply picked themselves up and rushed toward him again.

"Die, you apparitions!" Trapped in a blood-red space that threatened to shatter his mind at any moment, Hua Xiaotian let out another ferocious roar. As he roared, he leaped toward the apparitions, his palms striking out wildly. He unleashed his Qi Force without reservation, a power strong enough to shatter mountains and sunder stone. The apparitions he struck were sent flying like soccer balls.

Yet, a second later, they rose again, charging at him with even greater speed than before.

They’re unkillable! Truly unkillable!

There were no screams of agony, only the furious Japanese curses that Hua Xiaotian couldn’t understand.

"Damn it, how can this be? How is this possible!" Hua Xiaotian panicked as he saw the apparitions continue to charge, completely unharmed by his attacks. But facing those gaping, bloody maws, he had no choice. Despite the panic rising in his heart, he knew there was no retreat. He could only fight to the bitter end.

Qi Force! Divine Skills! He unleashed them one after another without pause.

But no matter how unreservedly he used his power, no matter how frantically he fought, the apparitions seemed truly unkillable. Not only did they refuse to die, but they also grew stronger and faster with every passing moment. Hua Xiaotian, who couldn’t remember the last time he had broken a sweat, was now completely drenched. His blasts of Qi Force and volleys of Divine Skills began to weaken. His will was strong, but his energy was failing. At this point, a feeling of despair began to well up inside him.

Exhaustion setting in, Hua Xiaotian faced the apparitions charging him yet again and screamed hysterically, "Qin Fan, where are you?! Where are you?! Qin Fan, where are you?!" He knew that if this continued, he would surely die. Against these undying monsters, all he could do was exhaust his stamina and wait for them to tear him limb from limb.

"I haven’t even seen Orochi yet, and I’m going to die like this?" despair howled within his heart as he muttered through gritted teeth. As he spoke, he swung a devastating hand-chop. One of his Divine Skills, powered by concentrated Qi Force, manifested as a colossal blade that erupted within the sea of blood, hacking the apparitions to pieces. But the result was the same. After being blown apart, they reassembled and furiously charged at him once more, their enraged shouts echoing around him.

And where was Qin Fan during all of this? He was right by Hua Xiaotian’s side, standing in the main lobby of the Yamamoto Group headquarters.

"So, this is the ultimate technique of an Onmyoji," Qin Fan muttered to himself. He did not immediately awaken Hua Xiaotian from the Illusion Realm. Instead, he watched as Hua Xiaotian thrashed about like a madman, striking the empty air and tearing the grand lobby to shreds.

He finally understood why even a figure like Demi Immortal Qilian was so wary of the title "Onmyoji." Indeed, if a powerhouse like Hua Xiaotian, a man just one step away from the Gang Realm, could be so completely trapped in an illusion, it was a testament to the frightening extent of an Onmyoji’s abilities. This was the very definition of killing without a trace.

If Hua Xiaotian couldn’t be pulled out of that Illusion Realm, he would be trapped until he depleted all of his essence, energy, and spirit. Once those were exhausted, how would he be any different from an ordinary person? In fact, he would be even weaker. At that point, even a common person could easily kill him. It had to be said, the methods of the Onmyoji were a real eye-opener for Qin Fan.

Having figured out the trick, an icy smile touched Qin Fan’s otherwise expressionless face. Then, from his Storage Space, he summoned the Evil Spirit Zen Staff, its malevolent aura still intact.

He shook the staff once.

DING! DING! DING!

A crisp ringing sound emanated from the staff.

Hearing the bells ringing from some unknown source, Hua Xiaotian, still trapped in the illusionary sea of blood, froze mid-motion. The apparitions, just as they were about to launch another attack, also froze in place, completely motionless.

"Wake up!" Channeling True Qi into his voice, Qin Fan bellowed from his position right beside Hua Xiaotian. As he shouted, he slammed the butt of the Evil Spirit Zen Staff heavily onto the floor.

BOOM!

A tremendous, earth-shaking sound erupted! The floor beneath the staff instantly spiderwebbed with cracks. Hua Xiaotian, still in the illusionary sea of blood, felt a violent jolt to his consciousness.

In the next instant, everything changed. The rivers of blood vanished. The rain of blood ceased. The surrounding apparitions gradually faded into thin air. The blood-red landscape that had surrounded him dissolved away. In less than three seconds, Hua Xiaotian was back in reality.

No more rain of blood, rivers of blood, or seas of blood; no more unkillable apparitions. Everything was unnervingly calm.

The only difference was the scene of devastation in the Yamamoto Group’s lobby. Collapsed structures were everywhere, and dust and rubble choked the air. At his feet lay the corpses of the Japanese men he had slaughtered under Qin Fan’s orders, their unseeing eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.