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"They~"
Ishikawa Shin thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"They're just a bunch of dead survivors. If they can find the Demon Blade Hiruma, I might as well go and get it back."
"As for those remnants, a bunch of peasants are enough to be left to Nadutong Company as an explanation!"
Koizumi Jiro lowered his eyes and nodded silently.
Shin Ishikawa looked at Jiro Koizumi, who seemed lost in thought, and sneered inwardly.
How could Koizumi Jiro not know that he was secretly colluding with Higanbana Shinobu, taking in Higanbana Shinobu's younger generation, and even helping them to conceive a new generation of demons?
However, as a member of a "prestigious family," he never took the remnants of the Bihe Ren seriously.
Whether a hundred years ago or a few decades ago, Biheren was a group of unworthy peasants.
He had little interest in accepting the remnants of the Biheren rebellion.
However, if the Higanbana ninja really find the Demon Sword Hirumaru, then he could use the pretext of retrieving Hirumaru and fulfilling his ancestor's last wish to bring the Demon Sword Hirumaru back—
Then, he would cultivate a demon to do things for him.
However, I suddenly thought of my worthless son. If I could use the Demon Blade Hiruma to boost his reputation, it wouldn't be a bad idea.
Ishikawa Shin seemed to be deep in thought.
If that's the case, then it's worth discussing.
But if we really do that, we won't be able to get around NaDuTong Company, and NaDuTong is not someone to be trifled with.
Within the world of supernatural beings in the East, Na Du Tong Company may be a law-abiding company, but abroad, it is notorious.
Is there any way to get Nadutong Company to agree to let me and Yulonghui get involved?
He looked up at Koizumi Jiro.
Ishikawa Shin spoke directly.
"Lend me those ruthless people you have."
"Oh! My dear President Ishikawa, what are you saying?"
Koizumi Jiro looked indignant and incredulous.
"You actually think I'm colluding with those guys from the Bihe Ren gang? We're best friends!"
"You're hurting me so much, I really will..."
Shin Ishikawa watched Jiro Koizumi perform and silently raised his glass.
"I can help you get rid of those political opponents who are attacking you."
Koizumi Jiro decisively picked up his glass and clinked it with Ishikawa Shin's.
After sitting down, Koizumi Jiro still wore a fake, bitter and resentful smile.
"It's not my fault. Those guys completely misunderstood my good intentions and were only focused on easing tensions."
"What do you mean by 'falsifying history'? It was clearly not us who did it. Is there any evidence to prove that we did it?"
Jiro Koizumi wore a disgusting fake smile.
"Just like now..."
Koizumi Jiro pointed downwards.
A group of loyalists who were marching and tourists who came downstairs to fold origami cranes and observe a moment of silence had crowded together.
Wow! It looks like a Japanese-style duel is about to begin.
Jiro Koizumi looked down on the pro-China types who performed the same thing, but he had even less respect for the tourists who came to fold origami cranes.
At least the pro-China faction has its own interests to pursue; they can even make money! You bunch of idiots, why did you travel so far to fold origami cranes? Have you eaten too much rice?
However, the thought that he owned both the paper business and the rice business in the building made Koizumi Jiro feel much better.
He looked down at the scene with disdain, swirling the wine glass in his hand.
Koizumi Jiro maintained his superior attitude and sneered.
"Just like now..."
"Who can prove that this place was bombed by an atomic bomb? How many people died, whether they were innocent or not, who was guilty and who was wrong, is up to us to decide."
"Still protesting? Go ahead and drop another nuclear bomb on us."
"Hahaha...Gah??"
Koizumi Jiro's laughter stopped abruptly. He stood up abruptly and looked out the window with a look of horror on his face.
"What it is?"
At the same time, Ishikawa Shin, who was also tasting wine, looked up and glanced anxiously out the window.
He sensed a vast amount of Qi, an immense and undisguised Qi that suddenly appeared, seemingly covering the entire sky.
But looking out the window, there seems to be nothing... no, there seems to be...
With all his might, Ishikawa Shin seemed to see a figure standing high in the sky.
Because it was too far away, I could only see a tiny black dot.
An endless burst of light and heat suddenly erupted.
Chapter 209: The Sun Rises as Usual.
"Today is a very special day."
Lu Xuan stood ten thousand meters in the air, looking down at the city in front of him.
Nothing in this world can stop the gaze of an immortal, whether it is the remnants of the Bihe Ren or the god-making plan of "eight million gods" on this land.
Then, he saw his target this time—the remnants of the Bihe Ren, the supporters of the Fish Dragon Society, and the extreme right wing pulling the strings behind the scenes…
As Lu Xuan unreservedly released his Qi, both Ishikawa Shin of the Fish-Dragon Society and various forces on this land instantly launched countermeasures.
Oh! No, the island nation's military doesn't have that; their planes need approval to take off over the airspace of other countries' military bases.
But none of that matters; he didn't come here to reason.
Did you travel all this way just to supplement their historical education with the Yellow Millet Book?
He doesn't kill the innocent, but how many innocent people are there?
Whether it's the remnants of Bihe Ren, far-right elements, the opportunistic Fish and Dragon Society, or the "eight million gods" deification plan on the island nation, they should all be dealt with decisively!
The innocent are not to be killed, but none of the above are innocent.
He is a sword immortal who inherited his skills from Lu Zu, not a dream immortal.
For the domestic community of supernatural beings, Lu Xuan has reached the extreme of terror. Every time he takes action, he challenges the limits of the laws of physics and the rationality of the supernatural community.
But Lu Xuan felt he had been too amiable.
With the supernatural powers of an immortal, even the vast land of China would be like a quagmire, restricting his movements. Lu Xuantian's use of the Yellow Millet Technique was precisely because he was afraid of frightening the supernatural beings in the domestic community.
But this wasn't China, and the people he was standing on weren't the ones he wanted to protect.
He's been using the Yellow Millet Technique so much that the world of supernatural beings has almost forgotten he's a sword immortal!
Even those beasts on Changbai Mountain dared to try and intimidate him.
They're so mild-mannered back home, but here they can show a little more attitude!
Lu Xuan gently raised his hand, and the entire sky suddenly turned pitch black.
Ishikawa Shin looked up at the sky in horror.
A solar eclipse? No, it seems like the light disappeared...
An indescribable fear surged into Ishikawa Shin's heart.
The entire world within sight lost its light and fell into darkness, whether it was the terrified people below or the nations attracted by the sudden commotion.
Because at this moment, whether viewed from the ground or from a satellite, the entire island nation is shrouded in darkness.
In the pitch-black darkness, everyone was watching the figure standing tall in the sky.
They could only see Lu Xuan.
All the light gathered in Lu Xuan's hands at this moment.
He plucked all the light from the sky with a single hand.
It was noon at that moment.
The terrifying power emanating from the sun, 1.5 million kilometers away, was continuously condensed in Lu Xuan's hands, and the light and heat generated by the terrifying high temperatures of nuclear fusion over billions of years were transformed into a single sword.
Then, it fell silently!
The speed of light is fast, but it seems slow to the people on the island who are terrified and whose atmosphere is as solid as cement.
Ishikawa Shin looked up at the sky in terror, as if he were looking at a god.
He is merely a god high above, otherwise how could a mortal possess such power? Most importantly, he still doesn't know who his opponent is.
Could it be that the parliament's secret plan to create a god has succeeded?
Did they really create Amaterasu?
But before the light of God arrives, divine punishment is about to descend.
Ishikawa Shin could only stand there dumbfounded; in this situation, running away was pointless.
Unless someone can stop the light, it's like someone hoping that "eight million gods" can save the world.
There are no gods in this world, only Lu Xuan.
Then, the intense light and heat engulfed everything.
The light from the sun, 1.5 million kilometers away, was condensed again by Lu Xuan and finally became the most primitive plasma state.
The light arrived the instant it was seen, just as when Ishikawa Shin saw the light and heat arrive, he was already completely swallowed by the light.
Ultimate light has no color; if one had to describe it, it would only be pure white, the brightest light of all.