The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

However, just as the Kyoto Great Barrier was about to completely collapse...

Gu Xu caught a glimpse of white light out of the corner of his eye.

The white light appeared in the far distance, almost touching the edge of the horizon.

Clearly, the newcomer had precisely positioned themselves outside the coverage area of ​​the Calamity Domain.

They didn't even step inside.

The precise control of this distance indicates that the other party not only knows the horror of the Calamity Domain, but also has fairly accurate information about its specific range.

Gu Xu sat in the Styx Ghost Carriage, his eyes slightly narrowed.

As the white light faded, a figure appeared out of thin air tens of kilometers away in the sky.

The man was dressed in a plain white kimono, with an antique-style katana at his waist, and his gray hair was slightly swaying in the night breeze.

He stood in the void, his aura as steady as a mountain.

Gu Xu recognized him.

It's impossible not to recognize him.

The one who launched a sneak attack on the territory of Sherlock last time and was almost slapped so hard by the old senior Wang Cang that he almost wet his pants—Yamamoto Furukawa, a demigod from the Sakura Kingdom.

Well, we're old acquaintances.

Upon seeing Yamamoto Furukawa, Gu Xu not only didn't feel nervous, but instead let out a cold laugh.

"Oh."

Just that one word, so light and airy, but paired with his current superior posture and the Kyoto Great Barrier beneath his feet, shattered like a spider web.

For no apparent reason, a chill ran down my spine.

However, Yamamoto Furukawa did not come alone.

Less than two seconds after he appeared, several more figures flashed out beside him.

One, two, three... a total of five people.

Each of them wore traditional battle attire from the Sakura Kingdom, and their auras varied in strength, but the weakest among them were at least at the eighth rank or higher.

Gu Xu also recognized one of the young men standing at the front.

Kanzaburo.

One of the ninth-level saints of the Sakura Kingdom, and also the one who jumped the highest before and after the last East Sea battle, saying that he wanted to avenge Yamamura, but in the end he just slunk away!

So... Gu Xu's impression of him can be summed up in four words—stubborn on the outside, weak on the inside.

At this moment, this group of people stood outside the boundary of the Calamity Domain, cautiously confronting him from a distance, like a group of tourists watching a tiger from outside an iron cage.

This time, however, the tourists' expressions weren't very pleasant.

Gu Xu's eyesight was good enough that even from a distance of tens of kilometers, with the aid of the Ancient Eye within the Domain of Calamity, he could still clearly see the expressions on everyone's faces.

Yamamoto Furukawa's face turned ashen.

That ashen complexion wasn't feigned.

It was a product of genuine, heartfelt anger and shock.

The saints behind him weren't much better off.

Some stared wide-eyed at the barrier above them, cracked like shredded cookies, their faces filled with disbelief.

Some mouths opened and closed repeatedly, as if they wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.

There was also an older man who gripped his longsword so tightly that it made a creaking sound.

Gu Xu observed this and could roughly guess what these people were thinking at that moment.

anger?

That's a must.

The Kyoto Great Barrier is a national treasure of the Sakura Kingdom, a trump card they obtained from a higher-dimensional secret realm at great cost—and it was even stolen from the Divine Xia people.

In Japan, this thing holds a position roughly equivalent to the Great Wall of China, the Forbidden City, and the national treasury all bundled together in Sherlock Holmes.

Imagine someone runs up to your house and, with a loud bang, cracks your national treasure.

Anyone would be furious in that situation.

But more than anger, Gu Xu felt that the strongest emotion on their faces was shock.

In their understanding, the Kyoto Great Barrier is synonymous with "absolute defense."

Demigods can't break it.

For many years, this sentence has been like an ironclad rule engraved in the minds of every high-ranking official in Japan.

They even conducted a special test, having the demigods of Takamagahara attack the surface of the barrier with all their might.

The results of it?

Not even a decent trace was left.

Even a demigod couldn't break through it.

The sense of security these seven words give them is roughly the same as the sense of security that "charging for five minutes gives for two hours of talk time" gives to mobile phone users.

Deeply ingrained, unwavering, and without a doubt.

Then tonight, a level 45 young man, riding in a ghost sedan chair, floated over, snapped his fingers, and their absolute defense shattered.

How can I describe this sense of impact?

It's like you spent thirty years of savings to buy a luxury house that's supposedly "resistant to an 8-magnitude earthquake".

On the first day after we moved in, the neighbor's kid kicked a ball and the whole wall collapsed.

Anyone would break down in that situation.

Sure enough, after less than ten seconds of stalemate, Kanzaburo, who was standing next to Yamamoto Furukawa, couldn't hold back any longer.

The ninth-level saint from the Cherry Blossom Kingdom took a step forward, and his aura suddenly surged.

He raised his finger and pointed directly in the direction where Gu Xu was, even from a distance of tens of kilometers.

"The people of Sherlock!"

Kanzaburo's voice, amplified by some kind of amplification skill, spread for dozens of miles around.

"Do you even know what you're doing?!"

These words were resounding and carried the unique spiritual pressure of a ninth-level saint.

If an average person heard this, they would most likely buckle and kneel down.

But Gu Xu is clearly no ordinary person.

He sat in the Styx ghost sedan chair without even changing his posture.

Kanzaburo became even angrier when he saw that Gu Xu had no reaction.

His voice rose another octave.

"You attacked the Kyoto Great Barrier—that's tantamount to declaring war on our entire Cherry Blossom Country!"

"Are you trying to start a full-scale war between our two countries?! Can you bear the consequences?!"

After he finished speaking, Kanzaburo's chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that he was truly anxious.

Good heavens, war has been declared, all-out war.

The hat was fastened to be large and round.

If someone with a weaker mentality heard the phrase "stirring up a war between two countries," they would think twice.

After all, the crime was too serious, serious enough to make any normal person hesitate, back down, or even admit defeat.

but--

Gu Xu smiled.

The smile wasn't big; the corners of his mouth just curled up slightly. But given his current position and the overwhelming, calamity-ridden region surrounding him, the smile gave the impression of a lion watching a Chihuahua baring its teeth at him.

It wasn't contempt, it was pure disdain.

"Heh...start a war?"

The next moment, Gu Xu spoke, his voice very soft, but it was very clear through the spread of the Calamity Domain.

"With just you guys?"

Upon hearing those four words, Kanzaburo's face instantly turned red.

The expressions of the saints behind him also changed at the same time—some frowned, some clenched their fists, and one even placed his hand directly on his weapon.

What does it feel like to be told "You guys" to your face?

It's basically like you painstakingly wrote an essay that you thought was earth-shattering.

The teacher glanced at it and asked, "Did your cat step on this?"