The flagpole, made from some unknown material, was rooted deep in the hard rock. No matter how the fierce winds howled across the summit, it never budged!
The flag was so vivid!
Against the pure white snow and gray-blue sky, that splash of red was so dazzling, so domineering, it nearly stopped the heart!
At that moment, the sun was rising in the east.
The first golden rays pierced the thick clouds and spilled over the summit.
In the sunlight, the five-starred red flag snapped and billowed in the wind, like blazing flames, like flowing blood!
It possessed an incomparable beauty, sacred and solemn!
The sight was utterly overwhelming!
BOOM-!!!
It was as though a [Little Boy] and a [Fat Man] had detonated inside the Japanese Emperor's head. His mind went blank!
His pupils widened to their limit!
At that moment, his heart stopped beating!
He forgot to breathe, forgot to think. He could only stare, stare fixedly at that flag.
What was he seeing?
At the Sacred Mountain Summit of his own country, a vivid red flag... billowing in the wind!
This... how was this possible?!
It was like a victor standing atop an enemy's corpse, proclaiming its triumph to the entire world with supreme arrogance and dominance!
At that moment, the Japanese Emperor finally understood.
That man, Yue Xiaofei, had never been toying with him.
Nor had he intended to kill him, or humiliate him.
This was what he wanted!
He wanted to plant his own country's flag with his own hands at the highest point in Eastern Japan, atop the spiritual symbol of its people!
He wanted this red flag to fly high over Eastern Japan's soil, greeting the rising sun!
This was the ultimate conquest!
This was the most complete destruction of the spirit!
"Ah..."
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