253: Chapter 253 Thunder Descends, Sin Deserves Punishment

Japan, Yasukuni Shrine.

The massive roar and the dust rising to the sky plunged everyone into a dead silence.

Rubbles flew, and the dust gradually settled.

That massive stone monument, the "symbol of spirit," was now nothing but a field of fragments.

"This... what is going on?"

"Divine punishment? It really is divine punishment!"

Whispers broke out among the crowd.

Watanabe Jie's body went stiff, his clothes soaked with sweat.

He looked around in terror, as if trying to find a place safe enough.

...

A temporary resting area next to the Shinto Shrine.

This was the place where the Security Supervisor had set an ambush, intending to catch Chen You's group all at once.

At this moment, the courtyard was somewhat empty; only Lin Miao stood five meters away from Chen You.

Chen You was surrounded by lightning, with purple electricity snaking around him.

Every arc of electricity carried an aura of destruction, scorching the surrounding air until it was distorted and blurred.

His figure flickered within the lightning, looking like a god descending to the world.

Lin Miao watched in a daze.

She finally understood that Chen You's move to instantly kill over ten security personnel was merely a small test of his skills.

Now, this was the true power of the Divine Firmament Heavenly Thunder Orthodox Method.

She could feel the pressure contained within that thunder; it was a power sufficient to crush any mortal thing.

"Is this... the true might of the Divine Firmament Heavenly Thunder Orthodox Method?" Lin Miao murmured to herself.

She couldn't help but begin to imagine what kind of world-ending scene it would be when a true ultimate move descended.

Her distraction lasted only a moment; she quickly regained her senses and immediately assumed a guardian posture, her eyes alertly scanning the surroundings.

Although she felt that in the face of such power, her protection was completely unnecessary.

But this was her most important task at hand.

Chen You turned his head and looked at Lin Miao.

His gaze under the lightning was as deep as a thousand-year-old well.

The divine thunder strike was merely the appetizer.

The main course was only just beginning.

Chen You didn't know if he could successfully use "Ruling the World."

Once used, what kind of impact would it cause?

That was a mythical skill that directly affected the destiny of a civilization; no one knew what it would look like when used in reality.

If things went wrong or even spiraled out of his control, he could only rely on Lin Miao to see if she could interrupt him.

Lin Miao felt Chen You's gaze and gave a heavy nod, her somewhat slender body now standing as straight as a steel spear.

Chen You took a deep breath, and the lightning around him suddenly pulled inward.

In the next instant, he transformed into a blinding flash of purple electricity.

His speed reached the absolute limit, as if instantly breaking the sound barrier; before the air could even shriek, he had already disappeared from the courtyard.

Boom!

The sonic boom arrived late, the resulting air current making Lin Miao's clothes flap loudly.

In the blink of an eye, that purple light appeared directly above the Yasukuni Shrine.

The dark clouds that originally shrouded the sky grew even thicker, like spilled ink.

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled deep within the cloud layers.

Chen You's figure appeared again, surrounded by endless purple electricity.

He looked like a constantly shifting bolt of lightning; his true face was impossible to see clearly.

Behind him were black clouds that blotted out the sun, emitting a low rumble like the breathing of an ancient deity.

The people below were completely stunned.

It wasn't that they hadn't seen stunt flying or high-tech holographic projections.

But the scene before them was a genuine explosion of energy, a destructive power visible to the naked eye.

"What is that?"

"Is it real? Not special effects?"

"Could it be Amaterasu Omikami manifesting?" someone said with a trembling voice.

"Bullshit! Would Amaterasu use lightning to strike her own shrine?!" another person immediately retorted.

"This is... this is divine punishment! A divine punishment aimed at Japan!"

Watanabe Jie raised his head somewhat stiffly.

When he saw that phantom of thunder in the sky, all his fear was instantly replaced by a twisted rage.

Fear stems from the unknown.

Since the target had appeared, then destroy the target!

"Bastard! Bastard!" he roared at the top of his lungs.

"This is a provocation! This is blatant warfare!"

He pointed at the incarnation of thunder in the sky, his face distorted, hysterically commanding: "Fire! Open fire! Shoot that thing down! Shoot it down!"

The security personnel looked at each other; no one dared to move.

That was no mortal thing; it was a god-like phantom. Could the weapons in their hands even hurt it?

"Idiots! You bunch of idiots!" Watanabe Jie snatched a gun from a security guard's hand and pointed it at the sky.

His eyes were bloodshot, looking like he had gone mad.

However, the gun was shaking; he couldn't aim at all.

Chen You was in the sky, looking down coldly at everything below.

In his mind, various atrocities committed by Japan couldn't help but flash by.

The grievances of the three hundred thousand lost souls under Jinling City, the blood and tears of the Anti-Japanese Union soldiers among the white mountains and black waters, and the countless broken families over those fourteen years.

Those humiliating images and those bloody truths surged into his heart like a tide.

It was time for a reckoning!

Ultimately, all the hatred, all the rage, and all the grief transformed into a roar that shook the heavens and the earth!

A dragon's roar.

"Roar—!"

This sound did not seem like something a human could produce.

It carried an ancient wail, a heavy sorrow, and a sky-toppling killing intent.

It was as if it were a curse coming from the depths of the Nine Serenities, or like the vibration at the beginning of the world.

It needed no words, no translation.

Everyone who heard this roar, regardless of where they were, what language they spoke, or what gods they believed in—

All seemed to feel an extreme enmity that pierced straight into the depths of their souls.

They seemed to see it.

A purgatory scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, an abyss of eternal damnation.

Countless innocent civilians wailing under the blade, and soaring flames rising from broken walls and debris.

It was the evil of history, the scar of civilization!

The images flashed by too fast to catch the details, yet they were etched into their hearts as if they had experienced them personally.

"Blegh!"

In the crowd, someone couldn't help but dry heave.

Others turned pale, clutching their heads in pain.

But there was another group of people whose reaction was entirely different.

They had originally come to denounce the Japanese Prime Minister.

Previously, they had been blocked by layers of Japanese security and treated as troublemakers.

But now, they only felt their ears ringing, and an indescribable resonance deep within their bodies was awakened.

Some people's eyes turned red; it was the hatred and grievances suppressed for many years.

"It's not divine punishment!" a middle-aged Chinese man roared, his voice drowning out the whispers of the crowd.

"This is judgment! It is a Chinese immortal descending to uphold justice for Heaven!"

"Heaven's principles are clear! Retribution never fails!"

An old Goryeo woman beside him followed with a cry, waving a national flag in her hand.

"The sinners shall be punished!"

The denunciations rose again, but this time, they were no longer powerless shouts.

"No! No!" Watanabe Jie's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

He didn't want to hear it; he covered his ears tightly, and a crimson liquid seeped through his fingers.

"Stop him! Stop him!" he roared continuously like a madman.

The security personnel below, as if to eliminate the fear in their hearts, endured the discomfort and finally pulled their triggers.

Dense bullets shot toward that sacred yet terrifying figure in the sky.

However, when the bullets came within a meter of the lightning surrounding Chen You, they were instantly vaporized by an invisible force, leaving not a single trace.

Chen You ignored the futile resistance below.

With a thought, the monarch's heart appeared in his palm.

"Universal—"

Bang!

The monarch's heart shattered.

"—Sovereignty!"