Chapter 269: Chapter 219: The Beginning of the Transformation: The World Should Change for One Man

"Hurry! Get inside and see what’s going on! We have to evacuate the officials immediately!"

The sound of frantic footsteps echoed from outside. A combat squad stationed near the manor had arrived as reinforcements.

However, the moment they reached the main entrance, they were met with an exceptionally gruesome scene.

The once-luxurious interior was now stained crimson with blood. Bodies were strewn across the floor, and every single one of them was headless.

It was as if their heads had been smashed like ripe watermelons on the ground, bursting into countless fragments.

One could only tell from their attire that these had been the powerful men who, just a short while ago, decided the fates of many with a mere wave of the hand—dignitaries who held extremely prominent positions in Japan.

Even for professional soldiers, they had been born in an era of peace. Faced with such a gory scene, many still felt their stomachs churn with a powerful sense of revulsion.

Dead. They were all dead. All the key dignitaries had become headless ghosts!

And standing among this field of headless corpses was a tall figure shrouded in blood-red flames, looking just like a Demon God in the heart of Purgatory.

As if sensing the soldiers’ gazes, the figure turned. Its eyes were calm, yet they held a domineering ferocity that seemed capable of looking down upon the entire world.

SHUFFLE SHUFFLE SHUFFLE!!

In that instant, the soldiers couldn’t help but take several steps back, instinctively raising their rifles.

"Are you going to make a move? Life’s choices are very important. Make the wrong one, and there’s no turning back. As for killing you... I’m not particularly interested."

Yi Beidou spoke with a smile, completely unfazed by the threat of their gun barrels as he strode toward the soldiers at the entrance.

"D-Don’t move!"

The squad captain, already drenched in a cold sweat, yelled, his voice trembling.

However, Yi Beidou had no intention of stopping. He continued his advance, the terrifying pressure crashing down on them in waves, like a collapsing mountain.

AHHH!!

A sudden scream erupted from the squad, startling the others so badly they nearly pulled their triggers. They whipped their heads around to see a soldier drop his rifle and sprint away, screaming.

The immense pressure had snapped his mind.

The battle just now had made them understand that a monster like this was simply impossible to defeat.

Once the first man broke, a second followed, and the squad’s morale seemed to crumble in an instant.

After all, the dignitaries were already dead. They had no desire to throw away their own lives in a pointless sacrifice.

Just then, Yi Beidou reached the doorway, and the captain’s rifle was already pressed against his stomach.

But neither the squad captain nor the remaining soldiers who hadn’t fled had the courage to pull the trigger.

The only reason they hadn’t fled was because their honor and dignity as Warriors were fighting against their instincts. As a result, however, they had entered a state of paralysis.

"Do you have a phone? Let me borrow it."

Yi Beidou asked, looking at the captain who was drenched in sweat. His tone was as casual as if he were borrowing a phone from a stranger on the street.

"I... I do."

That one simple, calm sentence instantly shattered the Japanese captain’s last line of mental defense.

He dropped his rifle, reached into the pouch at his waist, and took out his phone. Instinctively, he held it with both hands, offering it to Yi Beidou with the utmost respect.

"Record a video for me," Yi Beidou said, not taking the phone.

"O-Okay."

Once a person’s mental defenses are broken, they can no longer muster a single shred of rebellious will. All that remains is submission, with head bowed low.

It is the same with animals.

This is "taming."

"I’m ready. Could I ask you to step back a bit?" the captain said respectfully after opening the camera app.

Yi Beidou nodded and took two steps back.

The once-tense standoff now seemed to possess a kind of absurd harmony.

"Okay, I’m recording now," the captain said respectfully.

"I came to Japan solely to engage in an exchange of the Martial Arts Dao. I have harmed no civilians. Life and death are decided by skill alone. But if you mobilize your army, then I don’t mind starting a massacre. This incident is not over. If your Japanese government does not give me an explanation, my actions will not stop. And to those high-and-mighty leaders of Japan, do not think you can escape my Dharma Eye by hiding behind the scenes. Are you prepared to die?"

After hearing Yi Beidou’s words, the captain and his men were all drenched in sweat.

"You have a social media account, right? Post it online," Yi Beidou said after telling the captain to stop recording.

"Yes..."

At this point, the captain had lost all will to resist. Resigned to his fate, he uploaded the video to his social media page right in front of Yi Beidou.

Yi Beidou gave it a casual glance and paid it no further mind.

’This video might not spread quickly, and it might soon be strictly censored, but that’s not important. As long as the elites of Japan and the higher-ups of the relevant global organizations see this video, my purpose will have been served.’

"Well then, gentlemen. Until we meet again."

Yi Beidou spoke calmly as a powerful aura emanated from him. The soldiers at the entrance scrambled to clear a path. With a flash, Yi Beidou’s figure streaked across the night sky as an afterimage, vanishing from the soldiers’ sight in an instant.