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

But Gu Xu was clearly not finished speaking.

He leaned forward slightly, lifting the curtain of the Styx Ghost Pedal with one hand, his gaze slowly shifting from Kanzaburo to Yamamoto Furukawa, then sweeping over Yamamoto Furukawa and the saints behind him.

That look in his eyes was like a teacher calling roll—one by one, no one can escape.

"Does he even deserve to mention those four words?"

Gu Xu continued, his tone as flat as if he were reciting a menu: "How many times have you taken advantage of our Sherlock Holmes?"

"Back when three demigods ganged up on one of our Night's Watchmen, you, Yuta Hima, just stood by like a stray dog, waiting to pick up bones."

"Why didn't you mention declaring war back then?"

"Last time, when we were attacked by alien races, your scumbag saint Yamamura No, along with Yagyu Jubei and Kamishiro Chizuru, came to cause trouble!"

"Then why didn't you mention declaring war?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the other side changed.

Yamamoto Furukawa's eyelids finally twitched.

But Gu Xu didn't give them any time to process it: "During the Battle of the East China Sea, the Forbidden Water Tribe almost drowned our hundreds of thousands of troops at the bottom of the sea."

"Our people are fighting desperately at the front, and what are you doing? Sending your own people to invade, trying to kill our Shenxia?"

"Now that the Izumo Ghost Realm has exploded, that's a problem for our Divine Xia. I'll handle it, I accept it."

Gu Xu's voice suddenly rose by half an octave.

"But you bunch of bastards—"

He raised his hand and pointed at the cracked Kyoto Great Barrier.

"They knew perfectly well what was hidden in this secret place, but when they handed this land to us to shirk responsibility, they were all smiles."

"The secret realm is in turmoil now. Not only are you not helping, but you're also dragging this turtle shell along to watch the show?"

"Who are you trying to disgust? Huh?"

These words were neither gentle nor subtle.

Each word was like a nail, hammering it into the other person's heart.

Kanzaburo's lips were trembling.

It wasn't fear, it was anger.

From childhood to adulthood, he was a prodigy in Japan, always addressed as "Lord Kanzaburo" wherever he went.

When have I ever been insulted like this by someone pointing their finger at me?

The key point is that every word they said was reasonable.

That's really dangerous.

If you try to argue unreasonably, the other party might be able to refute you.

But everything Gu Xu said was absolutely true.

It's true that three demigods ganged up on the Night's Watch.

It's true that Yuta Hima snatched the mythical item by chance.

The Izumo Ghost Realm was indeed a burden they dumped on us.

They stood idly by during the East China Sea battle, adding fuel to the fire and kicking someone when they were down.

Kanzaburo knew all of this, and every saint from the Sakura Kingdom present knew it as well.

It's just that no one usually dares to bring it up so openly in front of them.

Today, Gu Xu not only overturned the verdict, but he did so with righteous indignation and with great passion.

Kanzaburo was about to open his mouth to refute.

But he had just taken a breath, and his mouth wasn't even halfway open—

Gu Xu's next sentence came like a blow to the head.

"Today, I'm going to break this turtle shell."

With that, Gu Xu leaned back against the chair of the Styx Ghost Carriage.

His posture was as casual as if he were watching TV in his own living room.

But what he said was anything but casual.

"What can you do to me?"

Five words.

The voice was not loud, and even carried a hint of nonchalant laziness.

But those five words, when they reached the ears of every cultivator from the Sakura Kingdom present, were more effective than any threat of war.

Because everyone knows one thing.

The young man sitting in the ghost sedan chair was not making threats, bluffing, or engaging in empty talk.

He was stating a fact.

Not long ago, this person single-handedly defeated four alien demigods and a source-level projection.

That level of combat power is unmatched anywhere else in the world.

What can you do to him?

Fight? He could take on four demigods all by himself.

Reasoning?

Brother, look at the things you've done. How dare you talk about reason?

Kanzaburo stood there, stunned.

His mouth was open, but not a single word came out.

It's not that I don't want to talk, it's that I really don't know what to say.

Try to argue back, but you can't win—they're in the right.

Let's fight, we can't win—one person is an army.

Let's make peace. I don't have the nerve—you're the one who first erected a barrier to watch others make a fool of themselves.

Kanzaburo was quite skilled with words throughout his life.

She is quite eloquent in diplomatic settings in Japan.

But at this moment, he finally realized a truth: when the other party's fist is more convincing than your words, your words are just for show.

Yamamoto Furukawa remained silent throughout.

The demigod's expression was as somber as the sea before a storm.

He didn't jump out and make a fuss like Kanzaburo did, because he knew very well that the young man sitting opposite him was not someone who could be intimidated by a few righteous diplomatic words.

But his eyes remained fixed on Gu Xu.

To be precise, he was staring at the slowly expanding calamity zone beneath Gu Xu's feet.

In that gaze, there was anger, fear, and something deeper—

fear.

Fear of unknown forces.

Gu Xu felt that gaze, but he didn't even bother to look at Yamamoto Furukawa.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the Kyoto Great Barrier that had been reduced to rubble at his feet.

The blue light was still making its last struggle, like a gecko whose tail had been stepped on, twisting desperately but powerless to change its fate.

Gu Xu raised his hand and snapped his fingers again in front of everyone opposite him.

"Smack."

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the silent night sky.

The pressure on the Calamity Realm was then increased again.

The Kyoto Great Barrier beneath their feet emitted a mournful hum.

The energy threads that were barely holding on snapped all at once in that instant.

The blue light dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, turning into countless fireflies that drifted down into the sky.

In the distance, Kanzaburo's pupils suddenly contracted.

Yamamoto Furukawa's hand gripping the hilt of the katana finally trembled slightly.

The people of Sakura Country below the barrier looked up at the disintegrating blue dome, and the entire street was so quiet that even breathing had disappeared.

Broken.

It really broke.

Their prized Kyoto Great Barrier shattered tonight, like a cheap windshield, in the hands of a Sheikh soldier.

The Kyoto Great Barrier has shattered.

These words, on this night, spread like wildfire throughout the entire country of cherry blossoms at a speed faster than the speed of light.

It's not a metaphor; it's the literal meaning of "exploding pot."

The messages on social media are refreshed so fast it's like someone has their phone strapped to a blender.

Countless tweets, posts, and short videos flooded the trending topics list within minutes, pushing the comeback news of a certain idol group, which was originally ranked first, to the very bottom.