At the summit of Sacred Mountain.
Yue Xiaofei's foot was like an immovable mountain, pinning the Japanese Emperor by the shoulder.
The force was crushing!
Crack...
A faint but unmistakable sound of bone breaking cut through the deathly silence atop the mountain.
"Aaargh!"
The Japanese Emperor let out an inhuman scream. He could no longer hold himself up, and the tremendous force drove him flat against the ground.
His face was shoved hard into the bitterly cold snow.
Snow and dirt flooded his mouth and nose.
A suffocating dread unlike anything he had ever known, along with the fear of death, swallowed him whole.
The Japanese Emperor struggled desperately, his limbs flailing through the snow like a fish thrown onto shore and left to gasp its last.
But the foot on his shoulder did not budge.
The pressure kept mounting, as though it would grind his bones to powder and crush his entire body into the mountain's rock.
"Uh... let... let go..."
A muffled whimper escaped the Japanese Emperor's throat. Fear sent violent spasms through his body.
He could feel his life slipping away.
This man, this demon from the Dragon Kingdom, really meant to kill him!
Just when the Japanese Emperor thought he was about to die, the pressure on his shoulder eased a fraction. He managed to turn his head and gulp down the frigid air.
"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."
The Japanese Emperor coughed violently, spitting snow and dirt from his mouth. He had never looked so wretched.
Driven by the instinct to survive, he abandoned all dignity. He raised his face, smeared with slush and mud, and looked up at Yue Xiaofei with pleading eyes. His voice came out hoarse as he cried:
"It wasn't me! I didn't start that war!"
"Back then... back then I was