Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 174 - 174 174 Summoning Wind and Rain

174: Chapter 174: Summoning Wind and Rain 174: Chapter 174: Summoning Wind and Rain However, the name Ye Xuan also invoked trepidation among Western countries.

After all, the Westerners were not fools.

Japan had always been in good relations with the Western countries.

How could they dare to use intercontinental missiles?

Yet Japan had not produced any compelling evidence to prove that the incident was Ye Xuan’s doing.

Moreover, Japan had already ceded territories and paid reparations.

The matter was temporarily suppressed by the Western countries.

…

Japan, Emperor Pavilion.

Japan’s Emperor, Miyamoto Mutten, sat dazed on the floor, holding the broken Muramasa Demon Sword in his hands.

Even as the blade’s edge cut into his palm, he felt no pain at all.

The dignified Emperor of Japan, kneeling and apologizing in a globally broadcasted event, had signed a series of humiliating and unequal treaties.

Such an event was unprecedented in Japan’s history.

“I, Miyamoto Mutten, am the criminal of Japan…

but…

if I did not surrender…

how could Japan stand a chance against the Western countries?” The Emperor of Japan murmured with a bitter smile, tears of humiliation streaming down his face, soaking his garments.

“Do you want revenge?”

“Do you want to kill Ye Xuan?”

All of a sudden.

A dark, deep voice emerged, startling the Emperor of Japan.

He then roared, “Who is it, who’s speaking?

Show yourself to me at once!”

Buzz!

The broken Muramasa Demon Sword flashed with a dark beam of light, and a black shadow floated out from the broken blade, casting the whole Emperor Pavilion into a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

This left Miyamoto Mutten stunned on the ground.

“Who…

who are you?” Facing such a bizarre scene, Miyamoto Mutten asked in shock.

“There’s no need for you to know who I am.

Just remember, I am someone who can help you,” the black shadow replied with a cold and emotionless voice.

“How…

how can you help me?” Miyamoto Mutten tried his best to calm down.

He could feel that this sudden apparition might bring him an unimaginable opportunity.

“Open the Gate of Summoning Spirits, retrieve the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, and you will gain the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Even if Ye Xuan is a Cultivator, under the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, he will certainly not be your match,” the black shadow said menacingly.

“Cultivator?”

Miyamoto Mutten whispered in shock before suddenly looking at the black shadow, “How is that possible?

Do Cultivators really exist in this world?”

“In that distant past, Cultivators were indeed real, until the era of declining Spiritual Energy where many Cultivators perished with time.

Ye Xuan has found a different path, devouring endless blood to achieve Supreme Cultivation.

However, due to his excessive killing, he will eventually face the Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation and will undoubtedly die,” the black shadow explained slowly, as if very knowledgeable about the Path of Immortal Cultivation.

“No, I want to kill him with my own hands,” Miyamoto Mutten trembled, growling with rage.

“Forsake your throne, follow my guidance, and you will open the Gate of Summoning Spirits.

When you reappear in the world with the power bestowed upon you by the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, killing him will be as easy as flipping your hand,” the black shadow spoke coldly.

On that day, a sensation occurred around the globe.

The Emperor of Japan, Miyamoto Mutten, mysteriously vanished within the Emperor Pavilion.

Only a decree was left behind, passing his throne to his son, and nobody could find any trace of him.

…

Liuyun Residential.

Ye Xuan’s expression was dark and stern as he sat cross-legged under the cherry blossom tree.

Sun Xiaofu stood hesitantly by his side, fully aware that Ye Xuan was in a very foul mood.

“Sir, the Emperor of Japan has abandoned the throne and disappeared without a trace, plunging the entire country into chaos.

Your goal must have been reached by now, right?” Sun Xiaofu ventured tentatively.

“You’re wrong, it’s not over yet.”

Ye Xuan rose from under the cherry tree, his gaze reaching into the endless heavens, a fierce and cutthroat glint flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Ye Xuan, a man who repays kindness and naturally could not let go of enmity.

Despite Japan being riddled with holes, as time passed, the nation’s strength would inevitably recover one day.

Actions must be decisive, murder must strike at the heart.

Simply letting the Japanese off easy was not his, Ye Xuan’s, style.

…

Above the East Sea, the green waves rolled as Ye Xuan stood atop the sea’s surface, his expression calm and untroubled.

However, the air around him was charged with an extremely terrible malice, causing the sea below to churn wildly.

Ye Xuan was a Cultivator, moreover at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage.

Commanding the elements, summoning wind and rain, was second nature to him.

Since the Western countries had not waged war on Japan, it seemed he would have to take matters into his own hands.

“Wind, rise!”

Whooosh!

As Ye Xuan drew circles with his palms, blood runes swirled around him, and a terrifying wind suddenly whipped up between heaven and earth.

The vast East Sea churned violently under its force.

“Rain, fall!”

Crack!

The heavens and earth dimmed, and dark clouds stretched across the sky.

Thunder roared within the clouds over the endless heavenly vault, and the luminous blue lightning streaked through the sky, illuminating it as if it were daytime.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The pouring rain beat down furiously.

Titanic waves engulfed the heavenly vault, and amidst the tumultuous sea, Ye Xuan was surrounded by a blood-red light reaching to the sky.

His jet-black hair danced in the stormy winds, as if he had transformed into a God Demon stirring boundless wind and clouds, intent on causing an unprecedented disaster.

“Heaven and Earth are Limitless, Heaven and Earth lend me your law.”

With a call that resonated through the infinite sky and shook the cosmos, Ye Xuan’s cruel voice echoed throughout.

He brought together the winds and clouds with his palms, pulling countless waters from the East Sea to form massive waves, sending a monstrous tide towards the ports of Japan.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sea overturned, and the waves were vast.

In an instant, the Japanese ports were submerged.

Warships docked at the port became wreckage, and from the port, a multitude of cries and howls echoed out.

Cries, screams, pleas for divine help; as the Japanese voices of despair spread, Ye Xuan remained impassive, not a trace of mercy in his heart.

With palms striking out countless blood runes, he fueled the already raging and surging waves of the East Sea.

Town after town was submerged, myriads of beings wailing in despair.

Their collective voices were hauntingly tragic, and faced with this catastrophe of no equal, the people of Japan were utterly powerless to resist.

…

In a mysterious space, a three-foot-long sword hovered in the void, emitting a dreadful spiritual light.

Miyamoto Mutten sat cross-legged, his face contorted with intensity.

Above his head, the hanging sword infused a terrifying power into his Heavenly Spirit, bringing a sensation as if his body was going to burst, making Miyamoto Mutten want to scream out in agony.

“The Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, a legend said to be forged by the Immortals, contains unimaginable power.

To gain the sword’s recognition, you must endure this trial with your willpower.”

“Teacher…

I…

I see my people crying out…

They’re being overwhelmed by the tsunami…

My…

My people are dying…

Please help them…”