401: A parade of a hundred demons? Get lost!

On the shores of the East Sea, waves rolled up a thousand piles of snow.

The azure sea surface took on a nauseating dark red hue, as countless strangely shaped creatures stepped on the waves, pressing towards the coastline of Great Xia like a swarm of locusts.

This was the "Night Parade of a Hundred Demons" that Japan took pride in.

Though called a hundred demons, most were just level forty or fifty mutated sea monsters and Shikigami with crooked features.

But on the leading giant black-bone warship stood several figures with extraordinary auras.

Yamamoto Genji wore a flashy Kariginu, waving a tattered folding fan in his hand, his fleshy face trembling with the sea breeze.

Above his head was a striking bright red marker: [LV90].

As Japan's only current prodigy-level combatant, this guy had explosive luck; in the previous dungeon, he had scavenged and swallowed a remnant soul of Yamata no Orochi, forcibly raising his level to ninety.

Although it was hollow, and his attributes were worlds apart from a genuine level ninety, it didn't stop him from feeling invincible.

"Yoshi!"

Yamamoto Genji looked at the gradually clearing coastline of Great Xia in the distance, his mung-bean-sized eyes gleaming with the green light of Greed.

"This is Great Xia? Doesn't look like much!"

"That Su Mo guy is hyped up to be legendary, but he hasn't even dared to make a peep these past few days!"

Yamamoto Genji turned around and bowed obsequiously to a tall figure behind him, shrouded in black mist with an obscured face.

"Lord Shuten Dōji, it seems that Su Mo has been scared witless by your divine might and doesn't dare to come out and fight!"

A muffled cold snort came from the black mist, making the deck creak.

[Shuten Dōji (Demigod/Projection)]

[Level: LV101]

This was Japan's trump card: a projection of a ghost-god that had crossed the level 100 threshold.

"That Su Mo has the divine artifact, the nine provinces cauldron, in his hands."

The voice in the black mist was hoarse and piercing, filled with a bloody scent. "As long as we kill him and seize the cauldron, from now on the entire Asia... no, the entire Blue Star, will be Japan's pasture!"

"Hai! You are right, Lord!"

Yamamoto Genji straightened up, the expression on his face becoming increasingly hideous and arrogant.

"Boys! Charge! Once we land, kill all the men, and the women..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

"Buzz—!!!"

A black pressure more terrifying than a tsunami descended from the sky without warning!

It felt as if an invisible giant foot had stepped on the foreheads of this group of "hundred demons."

"Plop! Plop!"

The sea monsters and Shikigami, who were still baring their fangs and claws, instantly fell into the sea like dumplings, splashing water everywhere, their screams suppressed back into their stomachs.

The black-bone warship let out an overburdened moan, its hull sinking three meters into the water!

"Baka! Who is it?!"

Yamamoto Genji's face changed drastically. Before he could steady himself, the space above his head was torn open like a piece of scrap cloth, revealing the pitch-black, deep void behind it.

A figure wearing a black-gold imperial robe with a black divine halo floating above his head stepped out of the void with one hand in his pocket.

There weren't thousands of troops behind him.

Only a few women.

But the moment these women appeared, the gloomy and oppressive sea surface seemed to bloom with a hundred flowers.

Shen Yufu wore a suit of silver armor, looking heroic and valiant; Qiangwei wore a set of fiery red leather clothes, wild and untamable; Long Xiya was clad in red armor, her heroic spirit striking.

And then there was the pink-haired rabbit girl in a pink dress with long, bare white legs, sitting on the man's shoulder, happily munching on a carrot.

Su Mo looked down, overlooking the warship beneath him that looked like a toy boat, his face filled with mockery.

"Is this the so-called Night Parade of a Hundred Demons?"

Su Mo stuck out his pinky to pick his ear, a look of disgust on his face.

"I thought it would be a big deal, but it turns out to be a bunch of seafood rushing to the shore to deliver takeout?"

"You... you are Su Mo?!"

Yamamoto Genji widened his mung-bean eyes, staring fixedly at the young man in mid-air.

So young!

He looks like he hasn't even been weaned yet!

This is the legendary Emperor of Great Xia who guards a nation alone?

But soon, Yamamoto Genji's gaze was drawn to the group of beautiful women behind Su Mo.

He couldn't look away!

Shen Yufu's nobility, Qiangwei's sexiness, Long Xiya's valiance, and that rabbit girl's pure desire... each one was the best of the best!

Compared to them, the so-called actresses and idols he played with in Japan were simply roadside pheasants!

*Gulp.*

Yamamoto Genji swallowed hard.

"Yo, Su-san!"

Yamamoto Genji straightened his collar, putting on a smile he thought was gentlemanly but was actually extremely wretched, and shouted in broken Chinese:

"I've long heard that Su-san is quite lucky with women. Seeing you today, you certainly live up to your reputation!"

"However..."

Yamamoto Genji snapped his folding fan shut and pointed at Su Mo with sinister eyes.

"Su-san is still too young. Can you handle such top-tier beauties all by yourself?"

"How about this, let's have a fair duel!"

Saying that, he drew a katana from his waist that emitted a faint golden glow.

[Kusanagi Sword (Replica/Low-tier Divine Artifact)]!

Although it was a replica, it was still a great treasure in Japan, with quite explosive attributes.

Yamamoto Genji's confidence soared.

He was level ninety! And he had a divine artifact in hand!

Most importantly, a level 100 great god was standing right next to him!

"If you lose, the divine artifact nine provinces cauldron will be mine, and these beauties..."

Yamamoto Genji stuck out his greasy tongue and licked his lips, his eyes scanning Shen Yufu's long legs wrapped in silver leg armor.

"...will all be mine too! I'll take good 'care' of them for Su-san, hehehe..."

The air suddenly went silent for two seconds.

Then.

"Pfft—"

Qiangwei was the first to lose it, bursting out laughing.

She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she shook, even having to lean on Long Xiya's shoulder to keep from falling.

"Hahahaha! This is killing me! Su Mo! Did you hear that?"

Qiangwei wiped her tears while laughing. "This toad is dreaming of swan meat in the sky! He wants to duel you? And snatch us?"

Shen Yufu also had an indescribable look on her face.

She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and gave Su Mo a charming, sidelong glance, her tone filled with mockery and playfulness.

"Hubby, it seems our charm is quite significant."

"Someone actually dares to challenge a killing god like you for our sake?"

"What? Aren't you going to show off a bit and stake your claim?"

Even the usually serious Long Xiya's mouth twitched. She looked at the suicidal fat man below as if he were an idiot.

Su Mo stood in mid-air, looking at the idiot below who was holding a broken sword and fantasizing about his women, feeling utterly speechless.

These days, why does every random nobody think they're the protagonist?