Chapter 126: The Death of Wu Xian (Second Day of the New Year! Happy Holiday)

What is the Oni Clan?

If the lofty Snake Qi Eight Families are the eight million gods blessed with divine blood, then the Oni Clan are the asura demons dwelling in Yomi no Saka.

Anyone who has read the original Dragon Clan knows the Snake Qi Eight Families' bloodline was directly corrupted by the White King's blood, unlike the Black King's descendants, whose bloodlines stabilized gradually through generations of hybridization.

Because of this, the earliest members of the Snake Qi Eight Families had unstable bloodlines.

Yet at the same time, they gained immense power—among them, the legendary Three Noble Children: Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo.

After Susanoo fell, the original Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi jointly unleashed the incantations of Guixu and Shiva's Dance of Destruction, sinking the entire Takamagahara—including the White King about to awaken—into the ocean in an instant.

How unimaginable: the great authority belonging solely to the Four Kings was stolen by humans.

And this was merely the power gained from directly corrupting the White King's bloodline.

As the greatest being in Dragon Clan, second only to the Supreme One, the White King embodies the noblest spiritual element.

It is the gem at the apex of the pentagram, granting the White King dominion over the power and authority of the other four corners.

Even weakened by hybridization, far inferior to the true Four Kings' apocalyptic incantations, it remains a catastrophe capable of destroying nations.

Yet such overwhelming bloodline power also brought grave dangers.

Because their impure blood was passed down through generations of infection, the Snake Qi Eight Families' hybrids Jiyiduoluoweisishi, whom the family calls "ghosts."

These ghosts were persecuted and monitored by the family, but some escaped their bondage—and even killed their own noble, pure-blooded parents and siblings.

Eventually, these surviving ghosts formed the Oni Clan: monsters surviving under the Snake Qi Eight Families' oppression, their sole purpose being to oppose the gods who persecuted them.

But beyond that, they harbored an even grander wish.

To find the Divine Burial Ground, revive the great White Emperor, and receive his blessing to evolve into pure-blooded dragons.

Now, they had finally waited for this day: following their "Dragon King," they fought against the families that had banished them, marching toward the red Divine Burial Ground to revive the god within.

And from then on, they would become the new Dragon Clan, sharing and mastering the entire world!

"Squelch!"

The Spider-Cutter flashed from its sheath, severing the head of a "ghost" charging toward him like a crescent moon.

At the same time, Genjiro gazed with icy eyes at the shadowy masked figures ahead, fearlessly rushing toward the family's finest warriors, claws and fangs ready to tear their bodies apart.

His right foot slammed into the earth; in an instant, Genjiro activated his "Imperial Bone," elevating his physical condition to near triple-blooded state.

Then, with a thunderous roar, he surged forward dozens of meters, crashing into the horde of demons.

The next second, a gravity field far beyond normal enveloped the surroundings.

The ground sank, splitting into massive fissures; in an instant, a depression over twenty meters wide formed, crushing the demons beneath into pulp, fused with rock and soil.

Unlike Wu Xian's version, simulated by mental force, this was the true 【Incantation: Royal Authority】.

Once activated, all within the field endured weights dozens or even hundreds of times greater than normal—enough to shatter any bone and crush corpses into the earth in an instant.

Yet to unleash this incantation to such a degree drained the user immensely.

Genjiro could not yet use it like a basic attack; after using it, his body surged with weakness, forcing him to lean his blade on the ground and gasp heavily.

But at that moment, a sound like a mountain collapsing erupted ahead, followed by frantic footsteps as if a thousand armies were charging.

Something had been opened.

Was it Akakawa—or perhaps… the Well of Remains?

Genjiro's expression darkened instantly. He pushed his last reserves, slashing through the fearless demons, yet his gaze kept scanning, searching among the ghosts for one person.

Someone who should have been dead long ago.

Finally, he saw him.

Amid the overlapping demons, a figure in white kimono moved in the opposite direction.

He turned suddenly, smiling faintly at Genjiro, lips parting gently:

Brother… it's been a long time…

"Shiyo!!!!"

Genjiro roared and charged toward the back, the brother he had killed with his own hands.

But he was soon blocked—countless ghosts still stood in his way.

This was not Tokyo; the 【Restriction】 field could not reach here. These ghosts had regained their incantation power and grown fiercely difficult to handle.

Worse, these ghosts feared no death, for they knew their Dragon King, who sheltered them, was about to merge with the god.

And when he became a god, he would surely resurrect them, reborn as dragons!

"Get out of my way! Get out! All of you, get out!!!!"

Genjiro roared, swinging his twin blades tirelessly, yet watched helplessly as the distance between him and that figure widened. He prepared to force the use of Royal Authority, sacrificing himself to eliminate these ghosts.

But the next second, he saw the ghosts suddenly freeze, collapsing to the ground, wailing in agony.

"Go ahead, big brother-in-law."

A light laugh came from behind. He turned to see Wu Xian and Himegami, dressed in a shrine maiden's robe, walking slowly toward him. His eyes glowed with golden fire, radiating boundless majesty.

It was the brightest golden pupil Genjiro had ever seen—the symbol of pure and noble Dragon Clan bloodline.

"Do what you think you must. As for the rest…"

As he spoke, Wu Xian raised his hand above his head, then slammed it down.

"Leave it to me."

Hummmmmm—

Visible ripples spread through the air, followed by a gravity force far more terrifying than before—precisely avoiding Snake Qi Eight Families members, crushing every ghost within a hundred meters into paste.

Genjiro nodded, then charged forward without hesitation toward the figure, vanishing from sight soon after, as if entering some unknowable dimension.

"Sure enough, sibling obsession is the most disgusting thing."

Wu Xian sneered at Himegami beside him.

But then his brow furrowed. He turned his head and suddenly saw a figure slowly materializing on a cliff hundreds of meters away.

Tall and slender, he wore a nobleman's mask with a strange smile. Through tiny slits, his eyes fixed on Wu Xian, then shifted to Himegami beside him.

Beneath the mask, his lips curled slightly. Then, amid everyone's confusion, he pulled a remote switch from his clothing—and pressed it.

"Bang bang bang—"

A strange, unloud sound echoed, like a wooden clapper in Noh music. Wu Xian stared blankly, as if losing patience, raising his hand to launch an attack.

Yet…

"Pshhh!!!!"

A blade sliced through flesh, spraying grotesque blood blossoms.

Wu Xian's pupils shrank. Unconsciously, he looked down at the bloodied long blade piercing his chest. His fading golden eyes filled with disbelief.

Himegami, gripping the blade, now had her golden pupils open, her face blank with confusion.

Simultaneously, 【Incantation: Judgment】 activated, unleashing a razor-sharp aura of annihilation from the blade, slicing Wu Xian into fragments before he could speak further…

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The book ends… bullshit!

This Wu Xian is definitely fake!

Second day of the New Year—may you be blessed with fortune, may all your wishes come true! Stay tuned for what comes next!

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