The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

"Matsubara, when in the world are the Elders coming out? Those two Butchers are already heading for Mount Fuji! Do you think they’re coming for the Orochi Divine Beast?"

In the tense, oppressive atmosphere filled with anxious pacing, a middle-aged man suddenly broke the silence.

"I don’t know! Dammit, if those two from Huaxia dare to come here, they’re asking for death! They are asking for death! I guarantee that once the great Orochi is revived by the Elders, it won’t just be those two bastards; all of Huaxia will suffer! They will all suffer! The co-prosperity sphere plan from decades ago can be proposed again! As long as Orochi is revived, as long as it returns, it will be the nightmare of the Huaxia people! Right now, I don’t care if those two are rushing here to their deaths. I care about how much longer it will be until the great Orochi can re-enter the world! It’s been a month! The Elders have been in the Orochi Cave for a whole month!" Matsubara Santai seethed through gritted teeth, his face turning frigid. But as he spoke the latter half, a proud, wild arrogance spread across his features.

The co-prosperity sphere plan! The nation of Japan had never given up on it. They had been forced to surrender unconditionally decades ago, but that was only because Orochi had been severely wounded and fallen into a deep slumber. Otherwise, would their wolfish ambitions have ever been laid to rest?

"Matsubara, it’s better to be safe than sorry! Chizuru was a High-Level Onmyoji, same as us, yet he still met a silent end! Those two bastards have already burned down the entire Jingguo Society, which proves that Chizuru and the others were completely wiped out! If that bastard breaks in before the Elders emerge, can we stop him?" It was the same middle-aged man, his voice now laced with panic.

"First of all, it’s not a given he can even find this place. And even if he does, so what? What are you panicking for? To ensure Orochi’s smooth revival, nearly every Divine Ninja in Japan is already lying in wait! I mean *every* Divine Ninja! With a lineup like that, you think those two bastards stand a chance?" Matsubara Santai scoffed disdainfully.

Yes, to him, this place was as secure as Fort Knox. Nearly all of Japan’s reclusive Divine Ninjas had gathered to guard the protective formation. Nearly all of its Divine-Level Onmyoji had assembled for the sole purpose of triggering Orochi’s revival. With a lineup that represented the absolute pinnacle of Japan’s strength, whoever came here would die.

Thus, Matsubara Santai had more than enough confidence to make such audacious claims. He was well aware that his own strength, merely comparable to Chizuru’s, was complete trash before those two from Huaxia.

The middle-aged man fell silent, pausing for several breaths before finally murmuring so softly only he could hear, "I hope so."

"Don’t worry! The Elders will avenge the Jingguo Society! Once Orochi is revived, the co-prosperity sphere plan will be executed to perfection, even after all these decades! The entire world will belong to Japan. When the spirits of our fallen war heroes see that, they will surely rest in peace! They won’t blame us for failing to protect the society! And when that time comes... heh-heh... disaster will begin for the people of Huaxia!" Matsubara Santai added with sinister relish.

However, while he was lost in his grand visions for the future...

「Outside Mount Fuji」

A car came plowing through, ignoring all restrictions. To Hua Xiaotian, the checkpoints were nothing. Fueled by his bloodthirsty audacity, a deafening alarm suddenly ripped through the tourist areas of Mount Fuji.

The security guards, accustomed to lazy, peaceful nights, were jolted awake by the blaring sirens. Upon seeing the footage of the car crashing through the barriers, a torrent of curses erupted. Wielding high-voltage electric batons, countless security personnel rushed toward the scene.

"Go on, kill to your heart’s content. The more you kill, the more numb you’ll become. Once you’re numb, you’ll be immune to the side effects."

Inside the car, Hua Xiaotian hit the brakes and turned to look at Qin Fan. From the back seat, Qin Fan spoke softly, his eyes closed as if he could still see Hua Xiaotian’s every move.

"Alright, Master Qin! I’m going!"

He was no longer the man he was before the massacres. Now, he seemed utterly possessed. The bloodthirsty madness on his face was pushed to its absolute limit. For him, killing had become a pursuit. Fortunately, no matter how deep he fell into this madness, Qin Fan was still there to keep him tethered.

"Slow down, wait a second—!" Just as Hua Xiaotian was about to get out, Qin Fan suddenly held up a hand.

"Master Qin?" Hua Xiaotian asked, pausing in confusion.

"It’s stuffy in here. Put on some music. Instrumental only, none of those Japanese songs," Qin Fan said calmly.

"Heh... heheh!" Hua Xiaotian chuckled foolishly. "Alright! Music it is!"

With that, Hua Xiaotian took out his phone, connected it to the car’s Bluetooth, and started an instrumental music station.

"Go. Kill to your heart’s content."

As the music began to play, Qin Fan reached over, took Hua Xiaotian’s phone, put it in his own pocket, and waved him on.

"Okay!"

Hua Xiaotian replied and gently closed the car door.

The next moment, his entire demeanor shifted. A massive, murderous aura exploded from his body. He glanced at the security guards in the distance, still shouting their useless curses, and gave a cold smile. Without waiting for them to charge, he shot forward to meet them. In a single, arrow-like dash, he was upon them.

"Ugh—!"

"What—!"

The shouts of defiance died in their throats, replaced by stunned disbelief as they watched the lightning-fast figure charge toward them. But their astonishment did nothing to halt Hua Xiaotian’s bloodlust.

With a sweep of his hand, a terrifying Gang Realm Qi Force erupted. The guards closest to him were sent flying backward. They were ordinary men who relied on physical strength alone; how could they possibly withstand the Qi Force of a Gang Realm master? That single strike sent nearly a dozen men flying, vomiting gouts of blood as they went. Death began its ultimate overture.

This instantaneous slaughter, delivered with a casual flick of the hand, immediately drew screams of terror. Their intent to surround and attack their target instantly collapsed.

Run!

That single word exploded in their minds. Facing a monster who could so casually dispatch more than a dozen of their comrades with a single blow, the instinct to flee was all that remained.

CLANG! CLATTER!

Stun batons were thrown to the ground. Without a second thought, the Mount Fuji security guards turned and fled, screaming in terror.

However, for Hua Xiaotian, a man who had entered the Gang Realm, could they really escape? His cold gaze swept over them as the demonically inspired Master Hua flashed forward once again.