Chinese Superman

Yingguo, an overseas sorcerer and Shintoist faction.

"Bang!"

The tower of human skulls and bones in front of the hundred sorcerers suddenly exploded!

The skull flew out, and the foul-smelling, viscous black blood splattered like a fountain, drenching the sorcerer from head to toe.

The black blood contained the most vicious curse backlash. Upon touching the skin, it immediately made a hissing sound, like concentrated sulfuric acid corroding the skin. The sorcerer screamed and rolled on the ground, quickly turning into a pool of pus and blood bubbling with black bubbles, leaving no trace of his body.

The wooden altar where the Shinto priestesses were located collapsed without warning.

The crashing sound drowned out the gasps of hundreds of priestesses.

They fell from a platform several meters high. Logically, they should have suffered at most broken bones, not all of them should have died. But whether it was bad luck, fragile skin, or because the broken wood and scattered sacrificial implements became "accomplices"... some broke their necks, some had splinters pierce their throats, some hit their heads on the sacrificial implements, and some were crushed to death by the heavy objects from the collapsed altar.

The sounds of bones breaking and tendons snapping mingled with the muffled groans of someone dying.

In an instant, the altar was in ruins, littered with corpses. Not a single witch survived; they all fell to their deaths.

The altar area was in complete disarray, with blood flowing everywhere.

Those shamans and sorcerers from overseas encountered all sorts of inexplicable "accidents" at the moment the curse backfired.

Suddenly, someone's eyes started bleeding, and they screamed shrilly, "I saw the Emperor!" They then suffered a mental breakdown and died, bleeding from all seven orifices.

The ground in the area where someone was located inexplicably cracked open and swallowed them up.

A utility pole above someone's head suddenly collapsed and fell.

Some people even experienced small-scale earthquakes or fires that suddenly appeared around them.

In a short time, the entire Yin-Yang Bureau's vast battlefield had transformed from a solemn altar into a living hell!

Thousands of cultivators, witches, monks, shamans, and others who participated in the curse killing... regardless of their cultivation level or social status, none of them survived; they all died on the spot in various tragic ways!

"Ah...ah!!"

"They're all dead... He's a god, you can't curse him to death! No, he's a demon, he's a ghost king, he's a monster! I won't seek revenge anymore! I won't seek revenge anymore! I want to go home!"

On the high platform at the edge of the battlefield, the noblewoman who had been standing beside King Deming was so frightened that she talked nonsense and retreated repeatedly as if she had lost her mind, trying to run away.

With a "bang".

In her panic, Renhui's biological mother bumped into the railing of the high platform, which collapsed. Caught off guard, she fell and hit her head on a sharp stone edge, dying instantly.

Although King Deming himself was not dead, he was completely stunned.

He stared blankly at the tragic scene before him, which resembled divine punishment. The former Yin-Yang Bureau had instantly transformed into a living hell.

He watched as the highly skilled individuals he had hired at great expense died in bizarre ways, and he watched as the princess, who had been by his side for many years, died tragically before his eyes...

"No...it can't be...why is this happening...why is this happening?!"

He started by muttering to himself, then his voice grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a hysterical roar and a manic crying and laughing.

"A grand ritual to curse and kill ten thousand people... the combined power of the nation's magic... it should have succeeded! There's no reason for it to fail!"

"Xia Xinghan... what kind of monster are you?!"

The extreme fear, the despair of the complete collapse of his plans, and the blow of his wife's tragic death caused him to completely lose his mind.

In a daze, King Deming looked up and seemed to see the dark curse clouds that had originally covered the Yin-Yang Bureau explode, and a magnificent aura as bright as the sun and as heavy as Kunlun Mountain descended from the sky.

Within the flow of destiny, there is a small yet towering figure—

It is the manifestation of the destiny of Martial Ancestor Xia Xinghan!

Compared to that, his own fortune, and even that of the entire Japanese royal family, was like a firefly compared to the bright moon, or a stream compared to the ocean!

"Martial Ancestor...luck...hahaha...I actually wanted to curse and kill such a person...truly...truly courting death!!" King Deming cried and laughed, appearing like a madman.

"It's okay... I'm still alive. As long as I'm alive, there's still hope..."

"Mount Koya also has a 'Living Buddha,' and Japan also has three sacred treasures."

"I am protected by royal fortune, he can't kill me, he can't kill me."

King Deming fled down from the high platform in a panic.

But he was soon taken aback, because he saw the small figure in the magnificent aura getting closer and bigger, and it was actually about to descend upon this place.

……

Wudang Mountain, Tianzhu Peak.

The gates of the Golden Palace opened silently.

A figure appeared and disappeared, not tall, but with the appearance of a dragon and tiger, its grandeur and prosperity were unbelievable.

He walked out of the hall, surrounded by a faint scent of sandalwood. His expression was calm, and his eyes were clear, as if the thrilling, life-or-death curse that had just crossed oceans was nothing more than an insignificant breeze.

Master Zhang remained standing in the same spot. Upon seeing him emerge, he nodded slightly and congratulated him in a calm tone: "Fellow Daoist has emerged from seclusion."

"Can the cultivation technique be completed?"

"It's done."

"Fellow Daoist, someone just crossed realms to curse and kill you."

Xia Xinghan nodded, his voice equally calm and even: "I know. That's why I'm going to fight my way back."

There was no anger, no excitement; it was as if he were stating a simple fact.

Master Zhang looked at him without offering any dissuasion, and simply asked, "Is there anything this humble Taoist can do for you?"

"This is my private matter, so there's no need for you to take action."

"I only need a real person. Please wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Before he could finish speaking...

Xia Xinghan soared into the sky, heading straight for the heavens.

However, he did not use the Cloud Dragon Soaring Technique because Superman's own flight speed was faster than the ten Mach of the Transformation Sword Rainbow!

It just hasn't reached the ridiculous speed of light depicted in comics and movies yet.

As soon as Xia Xinghan left, a clear and melodious dragon's roar echoed among the peaks. The vast sea of ​​clouds parted, and a lithe dragon soared into the sky, shaking its head and wagging its tail, chasing after him.

But after a short while, Yunlong turned his head and returned, landing on the top of Tianzhu Peak, revealing his figure, which was Gu Zhi Qiu.

I'm not going to pursue it anymore.

We simply can't catch up!

If you slow down even a moment, you won't even be able to see a shadow of a person.

During the few days that Xia Xinghan was in seclusion, Gu Zhiqi assisted the Taoists in maintaining order at Wudang Temple, thanks to the presence of Master Zhang guarding the Golden Hall.

Unexpectedly, Xia Xinghan left without saying a word as soon as he came out of the pass.

My senior sister is very angry.

But she didn't say anything.

Gu Zhi Qiu remained calm and composed, her face cool and aloof. She bowed to Master Zhang and asked, "May I ask, Master, where is my master rushing off to?"

Master Zhang stroked his beard and smiled, "Layman Gu, please be patient. Fellow Daoist is going to Ying Kingdom to settle karmic debts and will return in a short while."

Before Gu Zhi Qiu could press further, Master Zhang changed the subject: "I wonder why Layman Gu calls you Master, and you call Layman Gu Senior Sister?"

"I truly cannot understand the relationships and seniority involved."

Gu Zhi Qiu understood the implied meaning and did not press further, replying, "My master and I each had our own way of speaking. He originally called me 'elder sister,' but I found it too cheesy, so I had him call me 'senior sister,' and I called him 'junior brother.' Later, when I learned that he was the Martial Ancestor, I became his disciple and called him 'master.'"

Master Zhang: "..."

Can you do this?

As expected of a young person.

……

Yingguo, Kyoto.

Above the ruins of the Yin-Yang Bureau.

King Deming collapsed to the ground, utterly devastated. He stared at Xia Xinghan, who had descended from the sky, as if he had seen a ghost.

Although he didn't know Xia Xinghan's exact location, the two countries were separated by a vast ocean. He couldn't possibly be cursing Xia Xinghan one second and then Xia Xinghan showing up across the ocean the next, could he?

Is this how you check a water meter?!