Thousands upon thousands of tangible Cyan Wind Blades, each ten meters long, materialized out of thin air and poured down on the Imperial Palace like a dense storm.
"What is that in the sky?!"
The royal guards on the ground had barely raised their heads when the wind blades sliced them to pieces, leaving them no chance even to work their rifle bolts.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The centuries-old wooden palaces, sturdy concrete walls, and bulletproof glass of the underground bunkers... before the Cloudborne Sword's storm of wind blades, they were as fragile as paper cranes.
The entire Imperial Palace seemed to have been tossed into a giant meat grinder.
Just ten seconds.
The complex, spanning over a million square meters, was shredded by countless wind blades into fine dust that swirled through the air. Everyone within the Imperial Palace, including the emperor who embodied Little Japan's faith, dissolved into blood mist without even leaving behind a scream.
At the same time.
An underground air-raid shelter in Nagatachō, Minato Ward.
Takaichi Zaomiao's encrypted satellite phone vibrated frantically.
"Prime Minister! Mount Fuji has erupted! It's an eruption of the highest level! Shizuoka Prefecture is already a sea of fire!"
Before she could catch her breath, another emergency call cut in.
"The Imperial Palace... the Imperial Palace is gone! Azure light raining from the sky sliced it to pieces! His Majesty has perished!"
Takaichi Zaomiao's vision went black. Her phone slammed into the floor, its screen shattering.
It was over.
Everything was over.
"Who is it... who wants to destroy us..." With her hair disheveled, she collapsed to the ground and screamed hysterically.
"I do."
Without warning, a calm voice speaking the language of Huaxia exploded inside the minds of every senior official in the shelter.
Takaichi Zaomiao jerked her head up and