Rebirth of Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 640: The Magic of Sakura Ballad
Omori Shiho is a passionate jonin and her favorite line in Naruto is "I want to be a Hokage."

Even though he was in a difficult situation, he still gritted his teeth and tried to defend himself: "I am not a poor bastard, you..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ye Qingfeng in a nonchalant manner.

"If you say you are, then you are."

The next moment, the two swords on Omori Shiho's shoulders seemed to have life, and they flew towards their master's head like two swimming dragons.

With a light "click" sound, the young genius ninja had his head cut off by the sword he cherished!
Before the hot blood spurted out, Ye Qing reached out and quickly brushed it away.

The jumping head and the stiff body were blown out of the house by an inexplicable strong wind.

Several ordinary ninjas hurriedly caught Omori Shiho. These ninjas couldn't see clearly from outside the house and thought their leader was beaten out.

"Huh——"

Omori Shiho's blood suddenly spurted out. After all, he was a talented cultivator. The boiling blood splashed on those people, immediately causing a burst of exclamations.

"Lord Omori Shiho was killed by Ye Qing!"

"What happened just now?"

"It was so fast that I couldn't see it clearly!"

"Revenge for the Lord!"

"My Lord has been ambushed by them!"

A dozen ordinary ninjas screamed. Although everyone was shouting "revenge", their eyes looking into the house were full of fear.

The jonin Omori Shiho could have killed them all by himself, but now he is dead.

Behind the ninjas, hundreds of uniformed men with guns were crouching and quietly retreating in a movement very similar to "the devils invading the village."

Some ninjas noticed that the hundreds of uniformed men with guns were slowly retreating and immediately started cursing.

"How can you lowly mortals be so cowardly when faced with danger?"

"If you still consider yourself a Japanese man, then follow us in!"

"Whoever dares to be a deserter will be killed in public!"

When several ninjas shouted these words, they suddenly found that the muzzles of the guns of the uniformed men moved in unison and were actually aimed at them!
The head of the uniform was a guy wearing a general's uniform. He said indifferently, "My dear ninjas, everyone only does what they are good at. You know this principle, right?"

"You are high-end combat forces, so you should charge in the front. As for ordinary people like me, we should stay at a proper distance and deal with our common enemy, right?"

This uniformed leader is a man with connections. Although he himself has no talent for cultivation, he has very close relatives who are powerful cultivators. Otherwise, he would not have been able to easily rise to a high position among ordinary people. The most important thing is that he knows how to deal with the strong.

The ninjas looked at the large black holes of the gun muzzles. Even though they were very angry, they did not dare to vent their anger at this moment. They could only endure it in frustration.

After the uniformed leader took control of the situation outside, he stood on tiptoe and took a look inside the cafe.

Then he shouted loudly: "Well, Lord Ye Qing from China, please continue to sit and drink tea. Haha, drinking tea is a good habit. I will fire a few rounds and leave. Lord Ye Qing, please don't mind!"

After that, he whispered to his men, "Point your guns to the sky, and everyone fire three shots and retreat immediately!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!".
A dozen or so ordinary ninjas were completely stunned by their allies' outrageous actions. They had not recovered until the hundreds of armed men in uniform had retreated far away.

Looking at the wooden door that was kicked broken by Omori Shiho, the ninjas' eyes were filled with fear.

Now, should they continue to rush in and complete the mission? Lord Omori Shiho, who was many times stronger than them, had already been torn apart from his head and died miserably. If they rushed in at this moment, there was no doubt that their fate would not be any better than his, and they would just die in vain.

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To be honest, a ninja should not have the idea of ​​being afraid of the enemy - this was something that was deliberately instilled in them by the Onmyojis thousands of years ago, under the euphemism that honor is above life. Even some guys who changed their careers to become samurai paid special attention to this.

But what is more cruel than the samurai is that if the ninja fails to complete the mission, he will basically be executed when he returns, while the samurai can choose the more "glorious" method of seppuku.

Before they knew it, many ignorant but onlookers gathered on this street. They were pointing and commenting on the dozen or so ninjas.

The sun was shining down obliquely, making the temperature slightly milder.

Even with their faces covered, beads of sweat were pouring down the ninjas' foreheads.

The pressure was so great that the tension between their eyes and brows seeped into the nearby air.

A ninja panted heavily and said, "Baka! With so many ordinary people watching, we don't want to run back and be killed one by one by the higher-ups like chickens, right?"

"If you want to die, you should die gloriously. Maybe there will be a chance to kill Ye Qing. Let's charge together!"

After saying that, more than a dozen ninjas swarmed towards the cafe.

"Damn bastards, you are looking for death!" Hanako Orika cursed as she stood guard at the broken door. She was not afraid of these low-level ninjas.

Ye Qing sat still, not even moving his eyelids towards the door.

Chu Xian flipped her hand, and a purple sword suddenly appeared in her hand, and a faint murderous aura immediately emanated from it.

"sa ku ra sa ku ra"

"ya yo i no so ra wa"

“mi wa ta su ka ki ri”

“ka si mi ka ku mo ka”

Suddenly, a mysterious and lazy voice began to sing. This tune was very familiar to everyone. It was the most popular song in Japan from ancient times to the present, "Sakura Ballad".

The dozen or so ninjas who had rushed to the door suddenly seemed to be drunk and didn't know the way. They stumbled back to the street, and immediately raised their weapons and started a brutal fight with each other!

The song "Sakura Ballad" seemed to have great magic power. Whenever a ninja took action, he would unleash his strongest attack power. However, those ninjas who were still dodging were not so lucky. They could not use all their skills. They were like ordinary people trapped in deep water, and every subtle movement was in slow motion.

In less than ten seconds, only one ninja covered in blood was left standing on the street.

"It must be a witchcraft!"

"It's probably the work of an evil spirit!"

"This is terrible, let's go home!"

"What on earth have those ninjas provoked? That's more terrible than the Pharaoh's curse. We need to stand away!"

"Go, go, if you can't afford to offend, you can afford to hide."

There was no Japanese citizen who was watching the excitement who was not frightened. They walked away with lingering fear in their hearts, and many timid people even left directly.

(End of this chapter)