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

"What?! The Kyoto Great Barrier has been shattered??? Am I seeing things???"

"Baka yarou! What was that loud noise just now? It shook my Buddhist shrine to the ground!"

"Someone said it was Sherlock soldiers who did it? Just one person? Just one person? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding you, I saw it with my own eyes. A sedan chair floated above the barrier, and a young man in military uniform sat inside. He snapped his fingers, and the barrier shattered."

"Snapped your fingers? Have you been reading too many comics?"

"I swear I'm telling the truth!!"

"We're doomed! The Kyoto Great Barrier has been breached! What do we do now? Will the monsters from the Izumo Ghost Realm rush over?"

Panic, like an overturned ink bottle, seeped from social media into every corner of real life. Pedestrians on the streets went from brisk walking to jogging, and from jogging to running.

The shop's roller shutters slammed shut, and the traffic lights were still working normally, but nobody cared anymore.

The entire nation of Sakura, from the highest levels to the lowest, from the military to the civilians, was plunged into an unprecedented state of chaos at this moment.

They never imagined that the Kyoto Great Barrier would shatter.

Just like you never thought the sun would rise in the west.

This thing shouldn't have broken.

It is a mythical defensive item and one of the most important strategic trump cards since the founding of the Sakura Kingdom.

For many years, the phrase "Kyoto Great Barrier is indestructible" has become more than just military common sense; it has almost become a belief.

But what faith is most afraid of is being smashed to one's face.

Smashing faith is more devastating than smashing the barrier itself.

At this moment, Yamamoto Furukawa, standing outside the border of the calamity zone, is on the verge of collapse.

However, he was, after all, a demigod.

The cunning of a demigod cannot be penetrated by a few shards of glass.

Yamamoto Furukawa took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger surging in his chest.

His face regained an expression that was almost calm.

The calmness was forced, like an employee whose bonus had been docked for three months by their boss smiling and clapping at the company's annual meeting.

He was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"young people."

Yamamoto Furukawa finally spoke: "Don't go too far."

That's all.

There were no roars, no threats, and no lengthy diplomatic rhetoric.

These eight simple words contain the full confidence and imposing presence of a demigod.

In layman's terms, it means: Kid, haven't you had enough fun? It's about time you stopped, isn't it?

Most people would think twice before speaking to someone in that tone.

After all, the person standing opposite was a demigod.

God said, "Don't go too far," which means, "If you go any further, I'll take action."

The several saints from the Sakura Kingdom present subconsciously tensed up.

Kanzaburo clenched his fists, ready to cooperate with Lord Yamamoto at any moment.

however--

Gu Xu tilted his head slightly.

It was a very casual tilt of the head, like someone had heard a not-so-funny joke and their neck tilted unconsciously.

"Hehehe..."

Then he laughed.

That smile was light and airy, with a kind of irritating, almost punchable quality that made your teeth itch.

"Yo."

Gu Xu spoke, his voice lazy, as if he were chatting with someone in a teahouse.

"That's going too far!"

He flicked the curtain of the Styx Ghost Carriage with his finger, his gaze falling on Yamamoto Furukawa, looking him up and down twice.

That scrutinizing gaze, how should I put it, wasn't one of scrutiny, nor was it one of fear.

It's more like seeing a not-so-fresh fish at the market, feeling that buying it would be a waste, but not buying it doesn't mean there are any other options.

"An old man who's almost at the end of his life."

Gu Xu chuckled, his tone even carrying a hint of sincere感慨: "You have the nerve to talk so arrogantly here?"

Upon hearing this, Kanzaburo's expression changed instantly.

The saints behind him also had different complexions—some were blue, some were white, and some were red; if you put them together, you could make up a national flag.

But Gu Xu showed no sign of stopping.

He even changed to a more comfortable sitting position in the Styx Ghost Carriage, crossing one leg over the other and casually resting his right hand on the armrest.

His demeanor was just like that of a retired old man sitting on his own balcony sunbathing.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Xu turned his head and winked at Yamamoto Furukawa: "Trying to kill me?"

The moment those words were uttered, the air seemed to freeze for a beat.

Yamamoto Furukawa's eye twitched visibly.

Gu Xu's next words were even more heart-wrenching.

"I'm afraid you don't have that ability."

Gu Xu shook his head slightly, his tone even carrying a hint of sympathy, like a kind person advising someone who overestimates themselves not to try and mess with a tiger.

Or rather—you lack that confidence.

He held up one finger and pointed in the direction of Yamamoto Furukawa.

"After all, I'm quite familiar with you, you old dog."

"Can make a move—"

"You made your move long ago."

"Just as decisive as when you attacked me in the East China Sea before. That time you didn't waste any words and launched a sneak attack, but Senior Wang Cang blocked it."

Gu Xu clicked his tongue, shook his head, and sighed, "I still remember that scene vividly. Do you want me to help you recall it?"

Kanzaburo almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He could feel the aura around Lord Yamamoto fluctuate violently for a moment—it wasn't a fighting spirit, but rather a conditioned reflex of anger after someone had reopened old wounds.

The fact that Wang Cang defeated them was almost a taboo topic within the entire Takamagahara.

No one dared to mention it, no one dared to say it, not even a hint.

Because of that test, it wasn't just Yamamoto Furukawa who lost face.

And the face of the entire nation of Sakura in that game.

Now Gu Xu not only brought it up, but also thoughtfully offered to "help you recall."

That's a really sharp tongue.

Gu Xu looked at Yamamoto Furukawa's increasingly ugly face, but instead of restraining himself, he added insult to injury.

"If we don't act now—"

He spread his hands, making an innocent expression: "It's just that I'm not confident."

This sentence is like a knife coated with sugar; it's handed to you sweetly, but it doesn't hesitate to stab you in.

Yamamoto Furukawa's face was extremely pale.

He never expected that the young man standing in front of him would be so fearless and unscrupulous.

It wasn't the recklessness of youthful arrogance, nor the ignorance of a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.

Rather, it is a composure built upon absolute strength, a complete disregard for you.

This kind of composure is more unsettling than any arrogance.

Because arrogance means that the other party still cares about your existence, even if it's just to step on you.

But composure means that in his eyes, you are not even worth his attention.