When everyone else arrived at the dock dressed in their finest attire and began lining up, I was the only one standing in the middle of the queue.

Everyone else was wearing dazzling formal attire, while I was wearing an ordinary black Taoist robe with dark patterns. Although it looked like a nice outfit, it depended on what I was comparing it to.

Standing here amidst a pile of formal attire, I feel like the rooster among a flock of cranes.

I was secretly seething with rage, but I had to maintain a calm and collected demeanor on the surface.

But there's definitely no such thing as stage fright; watching everyone around them performing various rituals...

They used their light-footed skills to demonstrate several formations, setting up a formation that looked very impressive, and then they all waited for me to make my appearance.

I gave up on treatment and steadily walked down the suspended stairs step by step.

I walked slowly under everyone's gaze, but no one was in a hurry; they all watched me with smiles.

The most shocking moment was when the centipede puppet appeared with all the Martial Saints. As I was walking forward, it emerged from the ship with the Evil Emperor, Gongliang Ruiyou, and Mu Xinghui.

Its enormous body, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression, swept over them, causing all the Japanese soldiers to show fear, because their intelligence had not mentioned that the centipede puppet had also arrived.

The phoenix carriage of Senior Gongliang above also amazed them, although they couldn't see any details due to the distance.

But it is precisely this hazy, ethereal elegance that is captivating; the less clearly one can see it, the more beautiful it seems.

I was incredibly tactless; while everyone was admiring Senior Gongliang's beauty and elegance, I blurted out, "Kneel to welcome her."

The Evil Emperor began to unleash his "domineering aura," extending it outwards with his own "divine" energy mixed with "essence," suppressing everyone with his own life force.

Everyone on the port dock was forced to kneel, even a prince from the Imperial Family who had come to greet them.

Their imperial family can summon gods from Dongyi mythology to descend to earth at crucial moments, possessing great strength, and has always been known as the descendants of gods.

Regardless of the activity they participate in, they always kneel and worship the gods, and they rarely leave the Dongyi Islands.

Originally, we were forced by the mastermind behind the scenes, who wanted to use their political rank to suppress us.

As a result, I dealt them a blow right from the start, and even the fifth-realm demigod guard who came with me wasn't immune.

Because I also made a move under the cover of the Evil Emperor, everyone had to kneel properly.

My message was very clear: if anyone looks up, I'll chop them down, no matter who they are.

A few stubborn Japanese devils, defying all superstition, even dared to challenge the might of an immortal, relying on their status and position.

I didn't hold back and just slashed him directly with a single blow; blood began to splatter uncontrollably.

Those nearby who had been splattered with blood dared not move, fearing they would become the next victim.

Everything was done in the name of the Evil Emperor; everyone assumed it was him who did it. Even Mu Xinghui turned to look at the Evil Emperor.

I don't understand why he would kill someone in this situation. Although he is from Biyou Palace, he is now representing China on a foreign mission and shouldn't be so violent and bloody.

However, the Evil Emperor remained expressionless and transmitted his voice to Mu Xinghui: "The reason why the land of China stands firm has never been about etiquette."

The reason we have endured for thousands of years is forever because Wang Xuance single-handedly destroyed a kingdom, and because General Huo swept away the Helan Mountains.

This world will always rely on the sword in hand and the knife in the palm, not on empty words of courtesy. Peace will always be the mercy of the strong, not the screams of the weak.