If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

Yasukuni Shrine, this architectural complex rooted like a festering sore in the heart of Japan, appears particularly eerie in the dead of night. The towering torii gates, under the dim light, cast distorted shadows, like an outstretched ghostly claw, gripping the throat of history.

This place is less of a shrine and more of a huge graveyard.

The air was filled with a lingering, nauseating stench, a mixture of incense smoke, resentment, and a century-old blood debt.

Ordinary people who stay here for a long time will feel inexplicable palpitations and depression.

For the two hundred-plus core elites of Kunlun led by Su Chen, this place was a powder keg built of hatred and humiliation.

And they are the ones who come to light the fuse.

"Buzz—!"

The moment the group stepped onto the outer perimeter of the shrine, everyone felt an invisible resistance.

It was a filthy barrier woven from the resentment of countless war criminals and the fate of Japan.

This barrier may have a very strong psychological suppressive effect on ordinary people.

However, faced with the terrifying masculine energy of more than two hundred Grandmasters at their peak, it was like thin ice under the scorching sun, instantly emitting a crackling sound as it could not withstand the pressure, and began to twist and evaporate violently.

"Hmph, playing tricks."

Wang Yanbing snorted disdainfully. His volatile temper burned away all the resentment around him like a furnace.

"Xiaoyun, do it."

Su Chen's voice rang out in the silent line.

"Yes."

Long Xiaoyun's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

next second.

Outside the shrine, the Japanese police and Self-Defense Force members responsible for security fell silently like harvested wheat before they could even sound any alarms.

A thin line of blood appeared on their necks.

A powerful being of the terrestrial immortal level wouldn't even need to draw their sword to deal with these mortals.

The mere outward release of sword energy is enough to achieve the most efficient harvest.

In less than a minute, the hundreds of security personnel surrounding the shrine were completely wiped out.

There were no gunshots, no screams.

Not even a trace of blood could be smelled.

Everything was happening quietly.

After all the obstacles have been cleared.

Su Chen led more than two hundred Kunlun elites slowly toward the worship hall that symbolized sin and shame.

Their steps were slow and heavy.

Every step I took felt like stepping onto a historical juncture.

The killing intent and hatred that had been suppressed to the extreme within them erupted without any restraint at this moment!

"boom--!!!"

More than two hundred terrifying auras of peak Grandmasters converged into a blood-red torrent powerful enough to change the color of heaven and earth, soaring into the sky!

The filthy barrier above the shrine, composed of resentment and bad luck, was torn to shreds like paper in the face of this pure, bloodthirsty aura filled with national and personal hatred!

The entire Tokyo night sky seemed to be stained with an ominous dark red by this blood-red aura.

Countless Tokyo residents, still asleep, felt a strange unease, as if some great terror was about to befall them.

Inside the shrine's main hall, several priests on night watch were terrified by the sudden, terrifying pressure.

They watched in horror as the heavy, solid wood door shattered into countless wood chips without any external force.

Outside the door, more than two hundred figures dressed in black with red eyes, like demons emerging from the deepest hell, slowly walked in.

"Baka! Who are you people?! Where is this...?"

An elderly priest, mustering his courage, rebuked him with a fierce but inwardly weak tone.

However, he hadn't finished speaking.

A figure appeared before him as if by teleportation.

It's Li Erniu.

This usually honest and kind man now had a face full of ferocious murderous intent.

His eyes reflected the priest's terrified face, and also the unarmed compatriots who had been slaughtered a hundred years ago.

"I... won't kill old men."

Li Erniu's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"But anyone wearing that skin deserves to die!"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the priest's head.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound, like a watermelon being crushed, rang out.

Red and white splattered all over the worship hall.

"kill!"

It's unclear who was the first to roar out.

More than two hundred elite Kunlun soldiers, like ferocious beasts that had been starving for a thousand years, charged toward the Lingxibu Feng'an Hall, where the memorial tablets of Class A war criminals were enshrined.

In their eyes, there was no longer any reason, only the most primal, destructive desire.

"boom!"

With a single strike of "The Dragon Regrets," Wang Yanbing blasted a row of memorial tablets made of fine wood, along with the wall behind them, into countless flying fragments.

"Die! All of you, die!"

He was like a madman, his palms flying, and golden dragon shadows raged wildly in the confined space.

He Chenguang drew the Tang sword from his back. His swordsmanship was no longer graceful, but full of ruthlessness and decisiveness.

With each slash, a memorial tablet bearing the name of the sinner was split in two.

"Hideki Tojo!"

He looked at a memorial tablet and read out the name that was etched into the hearts of the entire nation.

"I, representing the 300,000 wronged souls of Nanjing, have come to collect your debt!"

With a sudden swift stroke, he cleaved the memorial tablet, along with the offering table below, into dust.

Xu Sanduo, Cheng Cai, Gao Cheng, Yuan Lang...

Every Kunlun warrior has found their own way to vent.

They used their fists, their feet, their knives, their palms...

They destroyed everything here completely.

Those memorial tablets that symbolized sin were torn off the altar piece by piece, and then crushed, trampled, and pulverized in the most primitive and violent way.

At that moment, the entire Yasukuni Shrine transformed into a sea of ​​joy.

A sea of ​​joy, filled with the thrill of destruction and revenge.

After all the memorial tablets were destroyed.

The soldiers were still not satisfied.

"Burn it!"

It's unclear who was the first to shout it.

"Yes! Burn it! One fire, and this filthy place will be burned clean!"

Everyone responded.

However, Su Chen's voice rang out again at this moment.

"Burning them is too cheap for them."

His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

He slowly walked to the center of the worship hall.

Beneath his feet lay a mess of debris and crumbs.

His eyes reflected the image of this sinful building.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand.

The power of the Golden Core stage surged once more.

But this time, it's not about destruction.

Rather, it was for the purpose of judgment.

"I will condemn this hellhole, along with all the souls within, to eternal torment."

His voice, like a divine oracle, echoed in everyone's ears.

"Nine Netherworlds, open!"

As he finished speaking.

The ground of the entire Yasukuni Shrine began to tremble violently.

One after another, pitch-black cracks, like abysses, appeared out of thin air.

From within the crack came the mournful howls of countless vengeful ghosts.

A chilling aura emanating from the depths of the netherworld surged into the sky.

This so-called "shrine" was completely enveloped.