With that, Shuten Doji produced a flag out of thin air. On the black banner was a sake gourd bearing a skull, along with four large characters in traditional script: "Armed Monster"!
He waved the banner, and in an instant, a mass of black motorcycles rolled out of the Portal. Unlike ordinary motorcycles, every one of them was decorated with assorted human bones.
The "people" riding them looked bizarre as well. Without exception, they were all monsters.
Within moments, thousands of motorcycles had parked around Du Yu, bringing together tens of thousands of monsters.
Such was the rallying power of Japan's "Demon King," Shuten Doji.
What amused Du Yu was that Shiranui Jinkuro was sitting on the back of Ibaraki Doji's motorcycle, looking thoroughly disgusted.
"Did you hear me?" Shiranui Jinkuro muttered. "You're missing a hand. You can't ride a motorcycle. Safety has to come first, no matter what."
"Will you shut up?!" Ibaraki Doji snapped impatiently. "You've said that eight hundred times on the way here. Get off already."
The tens of thousands of monsters stood in perfect formation, all wearing black leather jackets.
Floating in midair, the Queen Mother of the West nodded in satisfaction. "Tens of thousands of reinforcements have arrived in a great black mass, but only these monsters have cultivation worth being pleased with."
Taiyi, the Demon-Queller Heavenly Venerable, frowned as he looked at the tens of thousands of monsters in the square. "Seriously, Xiao Yao? I'm the 'Demon-Queller,' and now I have to join forces with monsters?"
Gouchen waved a hand. "There are good and evil among monsters too. If you despise them so much, why don't you go kill the Four Sea Dragon Kings?"
"You!" Great Emperor Gouchen's question left the Demon-Queller speechless. He could only swallow his anger.
Du Yu slowly stepped