Yugong Youjing coldly said, " Madam Gūji, this is the command post. Please leave immediately and don't make things difficult for me."
" Youjing, that's your own cousin, your blood relative." Gūji Ema had long lost her usual aloof demeanor, pleading in a low voice, "For your aunt's sake, please spare his life, okay?"
Yugong Youjing suppressed his anger. "You are the highest priest of the shrine. If you don't set an example and punish the traitors Yousu Fox God, what will the millions of followers of the Yousu Fox God think?"
"I... I only have one son, Nishang." Gūji Ema squeezed out two tears, pleading with him, " Youjing, for the sake of how much your aunt doted on you when you were little, please forgive him this time."
"How dare you bring up your childhood?"
Yugong Youjing's shoulders trembled slightly. "Auntie, you're such a great actress! You deserve an Oscar for Best Actress. Who used love to blackmail me into giving up my family inheritance?"
"It's my fault, Auntie's fault," Gūji Ema, her eyes red-rimmed. "If you have a problem, take it out on Auntie, don't hurt Nishang, okay?"
Yugong Youjing's shoulders trembled violently.
"I grew up drinking your breast milk. You loved me more than Nishang. When I was little, Nishang Chang and I would fight. No matter who was right or wrong, you would first comfort me and then scold Nishang in front of me."
"You were too good to me, so good that when I was eight years old, on the day my birth mother, Yugong Zhaoyan, passed away, your personality suddenly changed. You would beat and scold me constantly, and I even suspected that you were possessed by some kind of demon."
"You threatened me to give up my family inheritance rights. To ensure that Nishang could secure her position as the young master, you didn't hesitate to send me, at the age of eight, to a sword academy and secretly instructed the headmaster to train me to death. But you didn't expect that I would not only persevere but also become an eighth-dan sword master."
Yugong Youjing raised his head, his expression fierce and menacing. "From the day I was born until now, your intention to kill me has never changed, has it?"
" Youjing, you're my sister, the only bloodline left in this world. I love you so much, how could I possibly want to kill you?" Gūji Ema sobbed, "You've really misunderstood your aunt."
"How could my kind mother have such a venomous sister like you?" Yugong Youjing retorted angrily. "You knew the head of the family liked my mother, yet you still insisted on introducing that beast to her."
"How did my mother get pregnant with me? Wasn't it because you drugged her and made her lose her virginity to that beast? Do you really want to become the highest priestess of the shrine? Do you really want to step on my mother to become the matriarch of the family?"
"Good! Now you've got what you wanted."
With bloodshot eyes, Yugong Youjing said, " Gūji Ema, today I'll make you taste the pain of losing a loved one!"
"You ungrateful little bastard!"
Gūji Ema's tears glistened with anger as she gritted her teeth and said, "Without my help, could you have come into this world? Could you have been born into the Yugong Family? Could you have become the guardian of this noble young master?"
"I should thank you."
Yugong Youjing's chest heaved violently.
Has anyone ever asked him if he wanted to be born into the Yugong Family? Has anyone ever asked for his opinion? The words he heard most often were that the child was innocent, Youjing was innocent.
But everyone in the family viewed him with prejudice, calling him a bastard, a beast, an illegitimate child with impure blood...
Why was he obsessed with Honor of Kings when he was a child?
Because in Honor of Kings, no one will look at him with prejudice. He is the Hundred Demons Captain Shura, who is on par with the Imperial Emperor Captain of the Imperial Crown. Everyone will only worship him with fervor!
" Yugong Youjing, let me tell you!" Gūji Ema, disheveled and resembling a vengeful ghost, declared, "If you dare kill my son, I will execute your favorite subordinate, that woman named Xue Ji, according to the rules of the sect!"
Yugong Youjing's face darkened. "You're threatening me?"
"If you don't believe me, feel free to try!"
Gūji Ema completely abandoned all pretense of civility, "That Xue Ji, though so lowly she's not even worthy of carrying my son's shoes, you still treat her like a treasure."
Yugong Youjing clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"Someone come here. Madam Gūji is unwell. Help her to the main hall of the shrine to rest and take good care of her."
"You little bastard, remember this well: if you kill my son Nishang, I will kill Xue Ji, kill you, dig up your mother's bones and grind them to ashes..." Gūji Ema's curses echoed in the tent, lingering for a long time.
"Commander-in-Chief," Lian Shou, lifting the tent flap as he entered, "The ground-based anti-aircraft missile vehicles have locked onto Young Master Nishang's private jet. Should we execute the order to shoot it down?"
Yugong Youjing slammed his fists against the table.
A moment later.
"Withdraw the order and order the troops to remain in place!"
"Yes, Commander-in-Chief."
Sovereign Dominion Official Livestream Room.
"The missile lock signal has disappeared," the helicopter pilot reported the good news. "Young Master Nishang, it seems we're safe for now."
"I'm saved." Yugong Nishang was almost exhausted.
"Damn it, I almost thought I was done for." Hu Xiao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Luckily, I'm lucky to be alive."
The millions of viewers in the live stream breathed a sigh of relief.
At this very moment, Imperial Emperor and Night Parade of a Hundred Demons are engaged in a motorcycle chase on the main road. Although the BMW S1000RR is a performance beast, the Kawasaki H2 ridden by all members of Night Parade of a Hundred Demons is not to be underestimated.
The water-cooled inline four-cylinder engine, paired with Kawasaki Heavy Industries' self-developed supercharger, can unleash a maximum of 243 horsepower and reach a top speed of 370 kilometers per hour, comparable to a land-based aircraft.
Since the two motorcycles were nearly identical in performance, the Imperial Emperor was unable to gain a significant advantage over the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons) for a long time. Furthermore, being in the city and weaving through congested traffic, the motorcycle's maximum performance could not be fully unleashed.
A viewer asked a question during the live stream.
Where is the Imperial Emperor going?
Yugong Nishang immediately replied, " Kyoto International Airport. As long as the Imperial Emperor takes my sister to the airport by bicycle, they can board my private jet, Gulfstream G550, and return to Huaxia!"
A viewer in the live stream who works in the civilian satellite sector immediately pulled up a satellite map. " The Kyoto South Expressway leads directly to Kyoto International Airport; it's the fastest route."
"Yes."
Yugong Nishang's eyes showed anxiety. "The original plan was for the Imperial Emperor to use the high mobility of motorcycles to shake off the pursuit of the prefectural police and special police in the city, and then get onto the highway, but we didn't expect the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons to be mobilized."
"Judging from the current close motorcycle chase, it seems we can't shake them off in the city; we'll have to settle things on the highway."
When it comes to highways, look to Huaxia; when it comes to highways in Huaxia, look to Shandong. But unlike the wide and straight highways of Shandong, the Kyoto Expressway in Japan is narrow, winding, and full of long tunnels.
It's a racing track that seems to have been built specifically for motorcycles, and it's extremely dangerous.
" The Imperial Emperor Expressway sped out of the city and onto the Kyoto South Expressway!"
As a golden BMW S1000RR speeds through the Kyoto Expressway checkpoint, dozens of Kawasaki H2 from the " Hundred Demons Night Parade Group also sped through the checkpoint, their engines roaring soaring through the sky.