Chapter 43: Go Back Where You Came From — The End of the Matter

Roar!

The Dairindo revealed his true form, raised his head and let out a deafening howl; immense demonic light surged forth from his mouth, filling all directions, boundless and overwhelming.

A thunderous crash shook the ears.

The towering buildings around them shattered.

The demonic light blasted outward, tearing through the heavens, its might colossal—wherever the light passed, everything was obliterated, more terrifying than a carrier missile, heart-stopping.

Seeing this,

Whether in Arakawa Ward, watching the livestream, or high-ranking officials of the Metropolitan Police Department, all were shaken to their cores.

The Dairindo was nothing less than a humanoid aircraft carrier—the most destructive kind.

At this moment, a vast demonic aura enveloped them, pressing in from all sides, making souls tremble and even gods uneasy.

The child seated on the bony scythe stirred.

His chubby little hand opened its five fingers and gripped the air toward the Dairindo.

Crimson winds erupted, laced with demonic runes, endless and overwhelming, crushing down upon the Dairindo’s towering demonic light.

The two forces collided.

Wild winds howled, demonic energy surged.

Visible at the point of impact, stars rained from the sky, falling in a flurry, terrifying phenomena manifesting everywhere.

Gloomy winds roared, purple qi surged, the Milky Way hung upside down, all manner of wonders appeared.

The next instant,

Plop~

A soft sound, like a bubble of bubblegum popping, echoed.

Everyone stood frozen, dumbstruck.

The Dairindo’s attack, radiating boundless demonic light and erupting with terrifying force, collapsed in less than a breath before the crimson wind.

The demonic light shattered, dissolving into glittering starlight dust, softly drifting down to blanket the sky.

The scene was magnificent, petals falling in profusion, radiating a beauty both deadly and mesmerizing.

They were not even on the same level.

Glittering starfire dares to rival the bright moon.

Having shattered the Dairindo’s attack, the crimson wind, capable of slicing through heaven and earth, did not slow—its howl shook the heavens, crimson demonic light transforming into dense runes that pressed toward the Dairindo.

“No!!”

Yet, no matter how the Dairindo roared, howling across the cosmos, it was useless.

The crimson wind descended, its crimson glow too brilliant, its aura like a waterfall of stars, rolling like a flood, grinding the Dairindo’s massive body to nothing.

Everyone stood paralyzed, blood halting in their veins, bodies, minds, and souls chilled and trembling.

Was the Dairindo really gone?

He couldn’t even hold on for a few seconds.

In the Metropolitan Police Department’s conference room in Tokyo, Japan, silence reigned, not a sound.

Director Takahashi and the others had ashen faces, their bodies shaking like vibrating machines, eyes filled with horror.

They asked themselves: Was the Dairindo weak?

No.

Absolutely not!

The power of the Dairindo’s demonic light far surpassed American carrier missiles—easily capable of obliterating a small island.

An island-destroying level of power, crushed in a single move by a child demon.

The child demon’s strength must far exceed island-destroying power.

Could he wipe out a nation with a single gesture?

It was possible!

Even space had been sliced open—such a being could annihilate a nation with ease.

“If even one follower is this strong… what about the others?”

Out of nowhere, a drunken official muttered.

Everyone’s hearts jolted.

Yes—the child demon was merely one follower of the Lord of Shikigami.

Then, how powerful was the Lord of Shikigami?

Without thinking, they turned to look at Xiang Cimu.

From beginning to end, Xiang Cimu had not moved, his refined face calm as still water—even as the Dairindo’s body and soul were annihilated, he showed no reaction, silently indicating that the Dairindo’s death meant nothing to him.

He was like a refined king, elegant yet alluring, radiating dignity and supreme dominance.

Merely standing there, he inspired awe, making blasphemy impossible, exuding an innate, natural authority far surpassing the child demon.

Upon closer inspection, the child demon stood just behind and beside Xiang Cimu.

They understood: Xiang Cimu was vastly stronger than the child demon.

Thinking of this, everyone felt a chill—body, mind, soul, and will all trembled violently.

Xiang Cimu, far stronger than the child demon, was merely a follower of the Lord of Shikigami…

How powerful, then, was the Lord of Shikigami?

Everyone was lost in daze, unable to fathom the question—the Lord of Shikigami’s strength was beyond comprehension.

On the other side,

Silence.

This place fell utterly still in an instant.

So quiet it was oppressive, the air as if frozen, silent enough to hear the demons’ heartbeats.

The Dairindo’s death delivered a massive shock to the demons.

The two innocent girls and the Sakurada Group’s underlings were so terrified… they couldn’t even speak, dared not breathe, dared not even fart—holding it in, releasing only faint, intermittent, silent puffs.

At that moment, they sensed something and instinctively turned—nearly soiling themselves in fright.

Xiang Cimu had, at some point, swept his gaze over the demons, not pausing, finally settling on the three humans.

Being watched by a supreme demon of unfathomable power, the three felt their hearts pound, blood rushing violently to their heads, on the verge of fainting from terror.

At that moment, a cold voice rang out, like the King of Hell speaking:

“No killing today. All of you, disperse.”

Xiang Cimu’s crimson eyes showed no ripple.

With those words,

The demons, as if granted divine pardon, scrambled away, crawling and running, vanishing in an instant—the crowded scene emptied, leaving only the three humans.

【Look! Xiang Cimu is walking toward them!】

【What is Xiang Cimu going to do? Is he going to kill them?】

【They’re so pitiful—barely escaped the wolf’s mouth, now they’re walking into the tiger’s den.】

【They might not die—remember, Xiang Cimu said no killing today.】

Live stream comments flooded in.

Countless people debated: some believed the girls would be doomed, dead for sure; others thought even if Xiang Cimu didn’t kill them today, he’d capture them and eat them when killing was allowed again.

Almost everyone assumed the girls’ fate was death—but a few believed they might survive, especially the two girls.

【The guy dies, but the girls might not. You probably don’t know—the legend says Sakurada Tōji loves beautiful women.】

【They’re cute, and human—Sakurada Tōji’s favorite. Maybe he’ll take them as concubines.】

【Oh my, I looked it up—I heard Sakurada Tōji is incredibly handsome and beautiful. Suddenly I’m jealous of those two girls.】

【Fangirl, get lost!】

Comments kept pouring in, everyone voicing opinions.

Opinions on the fate of the innocent girls varied, but no one believed they could escape.

Once you enter the demon world, how can a human hope to leave? Impossible.

Just as countless viewers prepared themselves to mourn the three,

“Humans, you do not belong here. Go back where you came from.”

The cold, haunting voice echoed across the heavens and earth.

Xiang Cimu slowly raised his hand and gripped the hilt of his demonic sword.

The blade was drawn.

Blade light bloomed, illuminating sun, moon, and stars; the Milky Way boiled, radiance shook the cosmos, blazing through eternity!

Then, before the terrified eyes of the two innocent girls and the Sakurada underling,

A faint, haunting slash passed.

This slash was light as wind, gentle as clouds, exquisitely graceful—like a poet lifting his brush, writing poetry of three thousand splendors, his name shining through ancient history, famed through all ages.

At first glance, it seemed to have no destructive power.

Yet, the next second!

A blade light erupted, blade qi piercing heaven and earth, shaking the cosmos, collapsing time and space into nothingness; the light vanished into the void—and in that instant, the endless black void blazed with radiant light.

The blade glow blazed fiercely, piercing through the void, as if illuminating three thousand worlds.

Petals of cherry blossoms fluttered in profusion—fragments of the void and reality, swirling in the air.

This slash could sever heaven and earth, could obliterate gods and demons; the blade’s radiance surged forward without pause, finally striking the earth before the three of them.

A deafening boom echoed, shaking the eight directions and the six realms.

Endless radiance, blinding and blazing, brilliant and supreme, erupted from the fissure in the cracked earth.

It seemed this slash had not merely cut the earth—it had obliterated empty space, severed spirit from matter, shattered illusion from reality.

Everything appeared unreal, yet undeniably real, utterly true.

The blade’s radiance illuminated this twilight world, piercing heaven and earth, piercing time and age.

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