Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 435, Section 432: The Descent of the Gods
Ryujin's words were like a thunderclap, almost stunning Kurenai Jin.

A sacrifice? What is he talking about?
Before he could think any further, an overwhelming sense of oppression suddenly struck, like the instinctive fear humans feel when facing a tsunami or a volcanic eruption, causing him to involuntarily kneel down on one knee.

At the same time, an unusual silence fell over the entire city of Tokyo.

The protesters and the military and police maintaining order all stopped what they were doing. They looked around in fear, unable to explain what had happened.

Then, an anomaly occurred—

People in the crowd began to weep bitterly, some even bleeding from their orifices, collapsing and convulsing. It was like a terrible plague, spreading rapidly through an unknown medium.

What they couldn't see was that a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of soul light appeared above each person's head, and then, drawn by some force, they all flew toward Tokyo Tower!

"What's going on?" Hong Zhongjin's pupils widened in shock.

He witnessed countless tiny energies of soul energy rising from all directions, densely converging at the top of Tokyo Tower, penetrating the glass, and all flowing into Ryujin Shinazugin's body.

"Damn it, don't even think about it!" Hong Zhongjin immediately sensed something was wrong, swung his machete and charged forward.

But he was ultimately a step too late.

As the cleaver came down, Ryujin Shinazhin neither dodged nor evaded, taking the blow head-on with his chest.

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed, and the blade, instead of breaking through the defense, was bounced away, leaving only a shallow white scratch on the opponent.

With a thought, Hong Zhongjin clenched his fist and unleashed a Phoenix Eye Fist, aiming straight for the opponent's philtrum!

"boom--!"

It was as if he had hit a diamond; his fingers were the first to deform, and his bones became dislocated.

"Damn monster, die!" Hong Zhongjin immediately flew into a rage, unleashing a barrage of fists, elbows, slashes, bullets, and greatswords.

however--

Ryujin Shinazei stood still, like a Vajra statue, his hands forming a mudra, completely motionless.

No matter how Hong Zhongjin attacked, he couldn't leave a single scratch on his opponent, nor could he make him move an inch.

Hong Zhongjin clearly felt that the flying souls were constantly pouring into his body, making him stronger and stronger, so strong that he might even transcend the constraints of physical laws and causality.

Moreover, this power is actually continuing to grow stronger!
He instantly understood that this was the effect of activating the "Izanami Device".

But it's not even midnight yet! How could Ryujin Shinazugin start it ahead of time? Could it be that Kagari Otonashi's information was wrong?

Hong Zhongjin had no time to think about it.

He knew he had to finish the battle quickly, otherwise, once the opponent had fully gathered their power, he would be nothing more than an ant that the opponent could crush at will.

"Pfft-!"

Finally, Hong Zhongjin delivered a "Groin Explosion Five-Kick Combo," causing Fushiin Ryujin to furrow his brow and shift his body slightly.

Hong Zhongjin immediately found his bearings and roared:
"Damn you, you old devil! I don't care what kind of bastard you're up to, just die!"

He immediately devised a strategy and began to concentrate his firepower on the opponent's groin.

But the next second—

"Have you made enough of a scene?" Long Zhen asked calmly.

Perhaps within 0.00001 seconds, Hong Zhongjin felt a violent impact on his chest and was immediately blasted away, crashing into the wall.

"Uh...wh...what happened?" Hong Zhongjin looked down in astonishment and found a huge hole in the center of his chest—his spine had been broken, and he could even see the wall behind him through the wound.

He looked up, but the old man was no longer there.

Ryujin Shinazugin's face was completely wrinkle-free, his black hair flowed like a waterfall, his figure was upright, and his muscles were full. He seemed to have reversed time and returned to his peak condition of not yet thirty years old. Not only that, he was now floating in mid-air, his feet three feet off the ground, like an immortal descending to earth.

His left hand was stained with blood, clearly from the punch that had just pierced through Hong Zhongjin.

Hong Zhongjin's eyes widened, and he murmured, "Why is this?"

"You must be wondering why the sacrificial ritual could be started ahead of schedule, right?" Ryujin Shinazugin floated over slowly, his voice as deep as a decree from a god:

"Of course, we have to thank the United States for sending this storm!"

"Storm," Hong Zhongjin muttered laboriously, silently chanting in his heart:

"All things return to emptiness, all trees bloom in spring—"

He redirected his Qi and blood back into his meridians and bones, using a special method to quickly repair wounds and hidden injuries that had seeped into his body.

“Weeks ago, the United States decided to drive this storm to Tokyo once again, to trample our Yamato dignity underfoot once more.” Ryujin Shinazugin looked up at the night sky, a hint of compassion in his eyes.
"However, my [Gensokyo Project] has unexpectedly benefited from this misfortune, gaining an extra layer of protection. Due to the interference of this storm, many causal factors have changed, allowing the [Izanami Device] to activate an hour earlier and collect 5% of the souls of everyone in Tokyo."

"This seemingly insignificant layer of protection has now become the key element that completely thwarted your scheme. I am truly the chosen one!"

Hong Zhongjin listened quietly, the large hole in his chest healing at a visible speed. He then jumped off the wall and roared:

"Old ghost, don't be too happy yet!"

The current Ryuma Shinazugin is probably not someone he can easily defeat.

But Hong Zhongjin never backs down, nor does he ever leave himself a way out. Because he trusts no one, submits to no one, and fears no one!

The bright moon hangs high in the sky; tonight is the perfect time to die. His martial arts have not yet been defeated, and he will not admit defeat!
"All things return to emptiness, the five elements flow and transform—" He gritted his teeth, and his blood and qi surged within him, his skin turned red, and his whole body was enveloped in a misty vapor.

"The Return of All Laws to Emptiness: The Five Elements Manual" is a martial arts manual he created after comprehending all martial arts in the world. It refines and categorizes all kinds of martial arts into five mental techniques: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Metal represents strength and dominance, wood represents endless life, water represents gentleness and versatility, fire represents extreme killing intent, and earth represents binding the earth and entangled dragons.

Because he didn't have enough time to comprehend the Dao, in order to prevent himself from going astray, he could only use the mental techniques corresponding to each element separately.

But at this moment, his formidable foe left him no room for hesitation or caution. He had to push his limits, even risk using moves he dared not use before—

The five Heart Sutras are combined and used together.

If the five elements are combined, they can create countless variations. For example, the ever-changing wind, the swift thunder, and the piercing ice. If he can master all these variations, he will surely be able to reach a higher level of strength.

"I'll risk it all!" Hong Zhongjin drew a dagger and plunged it straight into his heart, activating the Heart-Piercing Vigor Technique:

"Five Elements, I command you to manifest simultaneously! Power, I command you to merge and grow!"

The mist surrounding him surged and grew thicker, almost obscuring his figure. In the fog, his hair stood on end in fury, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, veins bulging, and his muscles trembling violently.

"Not bad, Kamikaze 6. Let me show you what a true god is like!" Ryujin Shinazugin was not to be outdone, and his body began to change as well.

A huge fleshy tumor rapidly swelled up on his back, and burst open when it swelled to the size of five heads, with four arms suddenly extending out!
The four arms behind him kept changing their postures, sometimes forming the shape of a cross, sometimes the Buddhist swastika, and sometimes imitating the Taoist yin-yang symbol.

Immediately afterwards, another tumor grew from the back of his head, burst open, and transformed into a "flesh ring" connected by blood vessels, resembling a king's crown or an angel's ring, slowly floating above his head.

If an ordinary person saw him, they probably wouldn't know whether to be amazed or disgusted and terrified, and would end up trembling and vomiting involuntarily.

A moment later, Hong Zhongjin also forcibly suppressed the rampaging power of the Five Elements, and stepped out from the misty steam, his aura even more surging and turbulent than before.

Seeing the other person's strange appearance, he immediately sneered:
"Ha~ As expected, you're only fit to be an ugly monster!"

Ryujin Shinazugin's eyes were filled with disdain as he answered softly:

"Wrong, this is the gesture of God."

"Then I'll send you, you false god, to hell!" Hong Zhongjin roared fiercely, unleashing his swords and spears as he charged at the six-armed evil god in the air!
(End of this chapter)