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He frowned slightly, glanced to the side, and froze.

The once deserted road was now dotted with undulating black dots in the distance—these were figures of people walking.

The leader walked very fast, and Uesugi Kiyoshi looked very familiar with him.

Bare-chested, with a bold and unrestrained demeanor, the red-haired demon king drank wine and sang loudly as he walked.

He stepped past the Lord of a Hundred Ghosts without stopping or saying a word, but simply shouted.

"New and old grudges, let's settle them all—Oni clan of Mount Ōe, heed my command, storm Rashomon today! I want Minamoto no Yorimitsu's head!"

The Lord of a Hundred Demons twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a somewhat strange smile.

"Is this the arrogant way of doing things?"

Just as he was about to launch a tirade, he heard the wind howling in the sky.

Turning my head, I saw dark, heavy clouds covering the sky—but those weren't clouds, they were crow feathers.

In that instant, daylight turned into night, and crow feathers blotted out the sky.

Like lightning, a figure descended from the sky, with wings sprouting from its ribs, dressed in an elegant kimono and wooden clogs, and wearing a somewhat ferocious mask.

"Hmph, such a large gathering, and you didn't even tell me. That's not very friendly."

"Lord of the Tengu of Black Night Mountain, come and lend me a hand!"

"I've disliked that snake for a long time!"

The Great Tengu of Kuroya Mountain, one of the three great yokai (supernatural beings) passed down from ancient times in Japan, possesses immense and powerful demonic energy and stands beside the lord of all demons.

There was no room for pleasantries; following the army of the Heavenly Dog Demon, the sound of the waves followed like a shadow.

A tall, blue-haired loli girl rides a giant goldfish ship upstream along the "Guichuan" waterway, followed by a water demon and churning water vapor.

"You saved Arakawa, now it's my turn to save you."

"I am the lord of Arakawa, and I am not one who cannot distinguish between gratitude and resentment."

"Listen to the sea and the waves, demons of the Arakawa, heed my command! The enemy is at Heian-kyo!"

After the water monster, another ferocious beast emerged from the mountains and forests, revealing its hideous claws and fangs.

Aoandon pursed her lips, which were painted with a bluish-green lip gloss, and smiled with relief.

"The Demon King of Mount Ooe, the Great Tengu of Mount Kuroya, the Mountain Lord of Mount Shichikaku, and the newly appointed Lord of Arakawa."

"You seem to have a good network of friends."

The Lord of a Hundred Ghosts smiled, but it was a bitter smile.

However, he quickly stopped smiling.

"So this proves that all my efforts in this life have not been in vain."

He took another deep breath and exhaled.

"The Sword Saint of the Genji clan, lord of eight provinces in Kanto."

"The King of Demons and Monsters, the Lord of All Demons in Edo Castle"

"Yuan Qingya! Come to your death!"

Its voice resounds throughout the world, its intent soars to the heavens.

The gods stood silent before him, while a hundred ghosts roamed behind him in the night.

Chapter 265 The end of the hero

Rashomon is the city gate of Heian-kyo, which completely separates the inside and outside of the city into two worlds.

Kibei, clad in steel armor, the Onmyoji of the Fujiwara clan, marched out of Heian-kyo in a grand procession, forming ranks at the front.

The gods in the heavens are high above, while treacherous ghosts and spirits lurk nearby.

The white-clad swordsman took the lead, and although he only took a few steps, it was as if he could shrink the distance between people and move the stars.

He gripped the sword hilt and stood at the very front.

Before the opposing army, the leader stood solemnly, his gaze towards Uesugi Kiyoshi extremely complex.

The leader of the Genji clan, clad in jet-black armor, with three katanas hanging at his waist like those of a lord of demons, possessed a handsome and imposing face. Though young, he was already a general commanding an army of ten thousand.

The Minamoto clan, the Great Shogun, Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

Kibei is the leader of the Genji clan. His four generals are renowned for their martial prowess and their deeds of slaying demons and monsters are known far and wide. He is the most famous young member of the Genji clan.

Beside Minamoto no Yorimitsu stood an Onmyoji dressed in a hunting robe with vine patterns.

"Fujiwara no Michiman, at this distance, aren't your Onmyoji going to use their spells to summon shikigami?"

The Onmyoji known as Fujiwara no Dōman glanced sideways at Minamoto no Yorimitsu and snorted coldly.

"Did you know that Minamoto no Kiyomasa is the third son of Prince Kemin? His mother's surname before marriage was Fujiwara?"

He wants to call me cousin!

"I came here today against my will, but to expect my brothers to kill each other is wishful thinking."

"Besides, our Fujiwara clan's Onmyoji are not your cannon fodder!"

"If you're in a hurry, just let Kibei charge ahead. Anyway, you won't feel sorry for those inhuman, ghost-like Kibei if they die."

Fujiwara no Michiman's words were like knives, every word aimed at Minamoto no Yorimitsu, and he didn't seem to want to be an enemy of Minamoto no Kiyomasa, the lord of all demons.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu remained unperturbed, merely glancing with a complex expression at the faint divine phantoms in the sky and the lurking demonic figures beside him. He moved his lips and muttered a curse under his breath.

"You don't want to come, but I do?"

“Yuan Qingya is my enemy, and I wish I could take his life.”

"But I can take it, and these demons also want to interfere, which really annoys me."

"You need to understand, Fujiwara no Michiman, we are your subjects."

"The will of Heaven cannot be defied!"

"It wasn't me who wanted to kill him, but you should know who gave that order, right?"

"He has offended too many people; it's Heaven's will to kill him!"

"You can't protect him. If you don't put in the effort, and the higher-ups blame you, even if the Fujiwara clan has great power and favor, can you afford to suffer the consequences?"

Fujiwara no Michimitsu had a gloomy face, and he didn't say anything or continue to talk to Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

Having made a fool of himself, Minamoto no Yorimitsu stopped talking and simply watched the figure followed by a hundred demons, waving his hand silently.

In an instant, the hundreds of warriors behind him, clad in strange armor, seemed to have a switch flipped, mechanically reaching for their swords and drawing their blades in unison.

Then, fearlessly, they began their charge.

Fujiwara no Michimitsu pursed his pale lips and sighed, whether to himself or not was unclear.

"Qingya is dead. Next, it's our turn."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu also replied as if talking to himself.

"There's nothing we can do. He had to play the hero."

"Heroes are either dead, or on their way to their death."

Next, the soldiers clashed.

A massive number of yokai clashed swiftly with the Oni-bei and the Onmyoji, unleashing a celebratory burst of extraordinary power.

In an instant, swords danced wildly, ghosts and gods chanted in unison, and all sorts of shikigami appeared one after another.

But in reality, the situation was like a balance of power until those more powerful beings intervened.

As darkness fell, a giant snake with eight heads appeared out of nowhere, its eyes filled with icy killing intent. With each thrust of its head, a group of monsters perished in its jaws.

At the same time, the waters of the Yellow Springs descended from the sky, accompanied by lightning, as if it were divine punishment.

Whether it's the demon race or the monsters, they all crumble at the first touch when faced with this power, and dare not risk its might.

Gods and spirits have all intervened.

The Yamata no Orochi of Japan is a renowned and powerful yokai. Now that it has revealed its true form, it will naturally be invincible.

And Izanami, the daughter of the underworld, personally takes action; no small fry can withstand her.

It's just that for some unknown reason, the ghosts and gods joined forces despite their past grievances.

Perhaps it's to eliminate an even more terrifying threat?

At this moment, the Lord of a Hundred Ghosts finally made his move.

He drew his sword with a cold smile on his lips, and unleashed a seemingly ordinary sword-drawing slash.

but

Unlike a regular draw slash.

Along with the blade's strike came an incomparably powerful silver sword aura.

The sword energy swept against the Yellow Springs water with unstoppable force, surging into the clouds with its remaining momentum.

A clear, muffled groan echoed across the battlefield.

At the same time, the power of the Yellow Springs water was greatly reduced, giving the allied forces of a hundred demons a temporary respite.

How could Yuan Qingya stop after making one slash?

He stepped into the void, onto non-existent steps, and like climbing a ladder to the clouds, swiftly flashed towards the dim yellow clouds in the sky.

In his assessment, the greatest threat actually came from these "gods" of Takamagahara.

Unlike demons, gods who have enjoyed incense offerings for hundreds or even thousands of years are always more difficult to deal with than the ghosts and spirits of the mountains and fields.

Since that's the case, he might as well "behead" him first.

Anyway, he was prepared to die, but he had no intention of backing down. Killing one wouldn't be a loss, and killing more would be a gain.

Of course, he also knew that beings of this level could not be easily killed, and as long as there were believers, they would be immortal.

but.