Chinese Superman

Around the altar, a hundred Shinto priestesses dressed in pure white "Chihaya" and red "Hihakama" wore golden crowns or flower hairpins.

With solemn expressions, they held Kagura bells, cypress fans, or willow branches, and danced the ancient and slow Kagura dance to the low drumbeats.

The Shinto priestesses' dance steps contain a special rhythm, and they chant mysterious incantations, attempting to communicate with the "eight million gods" in the dark, gather the power of the Shinto, and amplify the curse.

On the left side of the altar, three hundred high-ranking monks from the Shingon sect of Esoteric Buddhism sat cross-legged, forming a massive magic array.

They wore purple or black robes and held ritual implements such as vajras, dharma wheels, and single-pronged vajras. They struck wooden fish and handbells or shook dharma bells, chanting powerful curse scriptures in unison.

That is a reversed variant of the Ushnishavijaya Dharani Mantra, and also the chapters in the Mahayana Cloud Wheel Rain Sutra that attract calamities.

Even more secretive mantras for subduing demons and eliminating evil can be used in reverse.

The high monks' lips touched repeatedly, producing deep, resonant chanting sounds that swirled and lingered above the battlefield.

On the other side were the Onmyoji belonging to the Onmyo-ryo (Bureau of Yin and Yang).

They were dressed in hunting robes and wore eboshi hats, with talisman plates, talismans, and paper cutouts of shikigami placed in front of them.

The leading group of Onmyoji were highly skilled and, by using the mysteries of the relics, summoned legendary monsters.

Like the blue-faced, fanged Hannya, the red-faced, long-nosed Tengu, and the Bone Woman entangled in resentment...

Demons and monsters danced wildly, like a hundred ghosts parading in the night!

Further out, there were also some overseas sorcerers who had been invited.

There was a sorcerer from Southeast Asia, with dark skin and covered in tattoos, writing Xia Xinghan's name in front of a skull tower full of white bones. There was even a blurry photo of Xia Xinghan's back.

There were also wizards from the West, dressed in black robes.

They held crystal balls and bones, chanting dark magic spells in a low voice.

There were also shamans performing rituals...

The group of several thousand people, though the vast majority were not strong in cultivation, only at the Transcendent Realm level, with few reaching the "Nourish the Innate Realm" level, and those at the Innate Realm being extremely rare.

Furthermore, the relics they carried were generally of low quality, mostly Class B.

However, they were overwhelmed by their large numbers and the insidious and vicious methods employed by each system, specializing in intangible and intangible curses, misfortunes, and so on.

Moreover, there are indeed several truly powerful and enigmatic masters hidden among them.

They carry Class A cursed relics, overseeing various factions and coordinating and guiding the vast and chaotic power of curses.

On the high platform at the edge of the battlefield, King Deming's face was ashen, his eyes cold as he looked down at the terrifying scene of the cursed killing below.

Beside him, a richly dressed woman with a sorrowful face was sobbing softly.

"Heavenly King... this time, can you truly avenge my son?"

The woman's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice trembled.

"Last time... we planned for two years, and it was so meticulous, but it still failed..."

King Deming interrupted her, his tone harsh: "Last time, the goal was to capture extraterrestrial life alive within the territory of Xia Kingdom. There were many obstacles, making it extremely difficult."

"This time is different! It's on our home turf!"

"Moreover, the objective is clear: to kill with a curse at all costs! The difficulty is incomparable to that of the other day."

He surveyed the densely packed casters below, his eyes contorted with malice, a cold smile playing on his lips: "For this day, I have practically mobilized half of the sorcery community in the land!"

"Shinto, Shingon, and Onmyōryō all contributed their efforts, even sparing no expense to hire extraordinary individuals from overseas!"

"We've gathered thousands of sorcerers and dozens of altars to set up this massive array of myriad curses, all to kill him!"

"Many ants can kill an elephant, let alone one that isn't even an elephant."

King Deming gripped the railing of the viewing platform with both hands, quite confidently declaring, "No matter where he is or what his fate is, he will surely meet his end."

He looked up at the sky; the sun was setting, and the horizon was tinged with an ominous dark red and purplish-black.

It was dusk.

The Twilight Hour!

The alternation of Yin and Yang and the disorder of spiritual energy create the most favorable conditions for the activation of evil spells.

"The time has come."

King Tokumei's voice was icy cold, as if it had been scraped from the Hirasaka of the Underworld.

Let's begin!

He paused, then said with a venomous tone, "His name was Xia Xinghan... I hope that his demise, with its resentment and misfortune, can, through some unseen connection, slightly shake the glorious fortune of the Xia Kingdom! It would also... comfort my son's spirit in heaven!"

At his command, the presiding monks of various altars on the battlefield simultaneously roared and chanted the final curse!

"Eeya—Wei!"

The Shinto priestesses' dance suddenly became intense and frenzied, the Kagura bells shook wildly, and streaks of gray-white cursed light shot from the altar into the void.

"Om Amogha Virudana Mahamundara Yoni Padmaya Jvala Padvata Hum!"

The chanting of the Shingon sect monks suddenly rose in volume.

One after another, the incantations and spells of rebellious thought transformed into rolling black sound waves, condensing into ferocious curses and Sanskrit characters that soared into the sky!

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Vengeful spirits bind souls! Malevolent energy invades the body! Swiftly!"

The Onmyoji lit all the talismans in their hands, and the shikigami screamed sharply, carrying a strong aura of resentment and evil, and flew into the distance.

"Guru Mani Padme Hum... With blood as the catalyst and spirit as the sacrifice, may his soul be utterly destroyed!"

The sorcerer inserted the last poisoned needle into Xia Xinghan's photograph.

Before him stood a tower of pale white skulls, from which blackish-red blood gushed from the eye sockets of the skulls, flowing and converging into a river, its stench thick and viscous, soaking the photograph.

Thus, thousands of energy torrents of different shapes, each filled with malice and curses, converged and merged above the battlefield, eventually transforming into an invisible and intangible, terrifying curse that followed the profound connections of names and ignored the barriers of physical space, hurtling towards the obelisk of Wudang Mountain in the Xia Kingdom!

Wudang Mountain, Tianzhu Peak.

One moment the sky was clear and the clouds were like a painting among the peaks, and the next moment, the sky and earth changed without warning.

Large, dark clouds, thick as ink and swirling with an ominous aura, surged rapidly from the northeastern horizon, instantly obscuring the sunlight and shrouding the entire mountain in an eerie gloom.

The mountain wind suddenly stopped, and the air became still.

The dark clouds were cold and menacing, and an invisible pressure of evil and malice permeated the air.

Before the golden hall atop the peak, Master Zhang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the celestial phenomena. His gaunt face remained calm and composed, except for a hint of all-knowing composure flashing in his deep eyes.

"How dare these demons and monsters invade the peaceful land of Wudang?" he muttered to himself, without panic.

From the depths of the dark clouds came countless shrill whistles and howls of ghosts and wolves!

Immediately afterwards, countless ghostly figures of various shapes and sizes rushed out from the clouds.

There was a blue-faced, fanged Hannya; a red tongue with a long tongue hanging to the ground; a skeleton woman with white bones; a kappa soaking wet; and a one-eyed, lantern-carrying Oboroguruma…

It was the Japanese Onmyoji who summoned and manifested the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons using secret methods and relics!

They carried with them a thick, malevolent aura, like a black tide pouring down from the dark clouds, rushing towards the Taihe Palace's golden hall, which still shone brightly in the dim light.

Their true target, of course, was Xia Xinghan inside the palace!

Master Zhang did not intervene; he simply watched quietly.

The ferocious demons were about to storm the Golden Palace.

"Boom—"

The once peaceful Golden Palace seemed to have been triggered by some ancient restriction, and suddenly burst into a blaze of thunder, fire, and golden light!