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The anger that had been pent up inside me for far too long finally erupted at this moment, a roar piercing through the rain, resonating throughout this world.
I wanted to convey this message in such a manner: "Dong Ba, I'm here!"
There was an account I had yet to settle with him!
Boom!
The Killing Intent surged from my body, the Protective Killing Intent flickering like flames, dancing around me as the longsword gleamed coldly in the rain-soaked night.
As my roar echoed, movement stirred in the old houses lining the long street. Footsteps rose and fell, one after another, as warriors rushed out from the old buildings, converging into a river of bodies. Looking around, the ten-mile-long street was filled with dark figures, each wielding glinting swords!
Bang!
Suddenly, a gunshot tore through the cacophony. No matter how many people were present, that single shot was jarringly clear!
A sniper?
In the next moment, my Protective Killing Intent flared violently. As the bullet zipped through the air towards me, it was abruptly halted upon nearing my Protective Killing Intent. Once it entered that realm, it felt as if it had sunk into quicksand, getting stuck on the solidified Protective Killing Intent. Then with a crunch, it was ground into metallic powder, which fell softly to the ground and quickly settled into the muddy street.
I chuckled lightly, a cold smile spreading across my face.
Did they really think I was still that insignificant person from before? Once my Protective Killing Intent was unleashed, so-called snipers were utterly ineffective against me!
At that moment, I raised my longsword and charged fiercely towards the warriors blocking the street!
The old street was narrow, only a few dozen meters wide. With a swing of my sword, the Crimson Killing Intent instantly obliterated everything in front of me!
I saw heads flying as I severed them; they soared high into the air while their eyes spun wildly in terror.
I also noticed some instinctively raising their swords to block my attack; however, their longswords shattered effortlessly.
I also saw someone who had been cut in half, struggling on the ground, crawling painfully while letting out agonizing screams.
All of this unfolded before my eyes, yet my heart held no pity. The killers were always killers; these individuals were the strong among ordinary people, likely bullies in their daily lives, following the Dong Family to wreak havoc in the southeast. I had heard enough about them. The hounds raised by the Dong Family committed every atrocity imaginable. They had once caused a huge scandal, gang-raping a girl right in front of her boyfriend. Today, as they faced this calamity, it could be said that evil begets evil!
The reign of terror by the Dong Family should come to an end; I would show them no mercy.
I swung my sword and charged madly into the rainy night, leaving no one alive. I didn’t care if they were born of the same parents; I didn’t care if they cursed me in their final moments. Today, no one associated with the Dong Family would survive!
As my blade fell, blood rained down. With each step, I killed ten—no, perhaps even more.
In any case, their once thunderous roars were gradually drowned out by the bitter winds and rain, leaving only painful wails and mournful groans.
A mere hundred people!
Not enough for me to kill; truly not enough!
With just one Charge, I had already reached the end of the long street. Looking back, I saw remnants of limbs and bodies everywhere, along with some severely injured individuals making their last struggles before death.
Then I laughed. The Dong Family was nothing but this. In Dong Ba's march to swallow the south, they had already suffered significant losses; there were hardly any of them left now. Tonight, they would inevitably meet their end at the peak of their power over the south.
In the wind and rain, I heard piercing screams coming from another part of the long street.
Lu Jianguo was also making his move.
Cultivators wreaking havoc—these ordinary people who clung to the Dong Family for wrongdoing were destined to become the most worthless sacrifices.
Lu Jianguo, you have lost.
I shook my head and turned a corner at the end of the long street, striding toward the only building still lit. However, after just a few steps, I stopped because someone was already blocking the entrance to the Dong Family's old residence. It was a woman—specifically, a Japanese woman—dressed in a kimono and wooden sandals. Her white socks were so clean that they seemed out of place in this filthy alleyway. There were no signs of aging on her face, making it hard for me to gauge her age. Yet she was undeniably stunning, especially her lips, which were painted a bright red that resembled blood.
She stood quietly in the rain, holding an oiled paper umbrella, smiling gently at me.
When I saw her, I instinctively stopped in my tracks, holding my long sword in a reverse grip as I faced this woman. Blood continued to drip from the blood slot of the Azure Dark Sword, splattering onto the ground with each drop.
In that moment, my eyes were focused solely on her. It wasn't because of her beauty; anyone associated with the Dong Family was fair game to me, regardless of whether they were beautiful or handsome, young or old. What truly caught my attention was the aura she exuded! Her presence was more terrifying than mine. Despite being just a woman, she radiated an air of inviolable authority!
This was a master!
A Japanese?
I squinted slightly; she must be a Japanese Onmyoji. How is it that all the Onmyoji seem to be connected with Dong Ba?
“Mr. Xia, good evening.”
The woman bowed respectfully to me, smiling lightly, her lips red and teeth white. She was very polite and her calm demeanor suggested she had no intention of attacking me. She softly said, “This road is blocked; you should turn back!”
I wiped the rain and blood from my face with my damp sleeve and replied coolly, “What if I insist on going through?”
“Oh?”
Her eyebrows raised slightly, and in that instant, a cold glint flashed in her eyes. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by her smile as she slowly said, “It seems Mr. Xia cannot pass! Mr. Dong traveled to Japan years ago and established a deep friendship with our Yamaguchi Family. Now that we have followed Mr. Dong to Huaxia and joined the Water Blue Sect, Mr. Dong is a great benefactor to our Yamaguchi Family. We rely heavily on him here in Huaxia; it’s not up to you whether you can enter!”
Yamaguchi Family?
I furrowed my brow in thought and suddenly connected some dots!
The Yamaguchi Family had joined the Dao Alliance; they must have entered the Inner Sect!!!
I recalled hearing about the Yamaguchi Family from Lin Qing before. They were an ancient family in Japan that thrived during the Meiji Restoration, producing many remarkable individuals and even once opposing the Ambe Family. However, when Japan launched its invasions during World War II, the entire nation changed fundamentally; the military became supreme, and those who served it gained immense power domestically. The Ambe Family and Yamaguchi Family clashed fiercely over military influence at that time. The outcome was predictable: the Ambe Family emerged victorious while the Yamaguchi Family fell into decline, nearly facing extinction.
Later on, after Japan's defeat, during a period of recovery and development, what remained of the Yamaguchi Family's last survivors grew strong again amidst the ruins of Japan. In recent years, they seemed to be on an upward trajectory once more; however, the Ambe Family struck again, uniting many masters within Japan to wipe them out in one fell swoop. They had been struggling for years—losing members and facing uncertainty—but there were indeed some skilled individuals among them, led by someone named Yamaguchi Miho!
So, this woman must be the Yamaguchi Miho that my sister mentioned back then!
The Yin-Yang Technique is actually quite similar to the Daoist Arts. During the Tang Dynasty, the Japanese came to our country to learn and then created their own version of the Yin-Yang Technique. Just like their culture and writing, it’s all a theft of ours!
If the Yamaguchi Family has any expertise in the Yin-Yang Technique, it would be nothing more than the harmony of yin and yang, The Way of Life and Death!!
They study life and death, believing that human existence itself is a process of yin and yang fusion. Their concepts are rather mixed, but they do involve The Way of Life and Death!
The Yamaguchi Family delving into The Way of Life and Death is precisely what some Fanatic members of the Inner Sect need; they require the Yamaguchi Family to help resurrect Zhang Daoling!!
I didn’t say much, only silently raised my long sword!
“It seems that Mr. Xia is having trouble understanding.”
Yamaguchi Miho raised an eyebrow, saying nothing, but suddenly an overwhelming energy erupted from her.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, Furball, who had been sleeping on my shoulder, woke up. With its shiny black eyes fixed on Yamaguchi Miho, it suddenly exclaimed, “A useless one!”
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