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The rest of the crowd, regardless of age or sect, were now filled with fervor and high morale.

Faced with national and personal grievances, personal grudges and affections seem insignificant.

Yang Yi nodded at their reactions and said nothing more.

He stepped aside, indicating that everyone could enter the portal.

"go!"

Lu Ci was the first to roar and rush in, his figure disappearing instantly behind the blue light gate, as if he couldn't wait a moment longer to kill the Japanese devils.

The old master followed closely behind, his steps steady yet carrying an indomitable spirit.

Senior figures like Lu Jin and Ma Hongxian also stepped in without hesitation.

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and glanced at Feng Baobao beside him.

"Sister Bao'er, let's go."

"Ah."

The two stepped into the portal side by side.

Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, Zhang Lingyu, Feng Shayan, Xiao Zizai, Chen Duo, Wang Zhenqiu...

All the extraordinary individuals who practiced magnetic field martial arts, with feelings of excitement, heaviness, or anticipation, stepped into the portal connecting two worlds and two eras one after another.

As the last person stepped in, the portal slowly closed.

The summit of Longhu Mountain has returned to tranquility.

……

Screen switching.

The night was overcast, and a cold wind howled, carrying a biting chill.

In Sichuan, inside the Tang Clan's inner hall.

The bright lights could not dispel the heavy and oppressive atmosphere in the air.

The current leader of the Tang Clan, a one-eyed old man with a thin face and sharp eyes, sat upright in the main seat, his fingers gently tapping the armrest.

Below, stood a middle-aged man in a long robe, his face filled with anxiety.

He was the head of the Zhao family, a wealthy and influential family in China.

At this moment, this once powerful and influential figure had a face full of pleading and entreaty.

"Sect Leader Tang! Please help!"

The Zhao family head bowed deeply to the Tang sect leader.

"The ninja of Mount Nabihe followed the Japanese invaders in their invasion of China, committing arson, murder, looting, and all sorts of atrocities!"

"Especially that ninja leader, he was highly skilled and elusive, and countless compatriots and soldiers died at his hands!"

"The government is helpless, and the army is stretched thin on the front lines, making it difficult to spare any resources to deal with these venomous snakes lurking in the shadows!"

"I've heard that the Tang Clan is a master of assassination, skilled at defeating enemies with uncanny and unpredictable methods. Looking across the entire China, only your Tang Clan can deal with those ninjas!"

"I, Zhao, am willing to give up all my wealth, just to ask the Tang Clan to take action, kill that ninja leader, avenge my fallen compatriots, and relieve the pressure on our Chinese soldiers!"

The head of the Zhao family spoke earnestly, and by the end, his voice even trembled slightly.

The sect leader remained silent, his fingers ceasing their tapping. Under the dim light, his face appeared inscrutable.

The atmosphere inside grew increasingly heavy.

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The Zhao family head's voice was filled with undisguised exhaustion and bloodshot veins. After bowing deeply, he raised his head, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Sect Leader Tang, it is not that I, Zhao, am incompetent, nor that my comrades are unhelpful."

"Previously, in order to wipe out the ninja leaders of Nabihe Mountain, our Chinese supernatural community did take action."

His voice was somber, as if he were tearing open a bloody wound.

"The Celestial Master's Mansion and other forces in Longhu Mountain once organized a siege, but that ninja leader was very cunning and his strength was unpredictable. Several high-ranking officials of the Celestial Master's Mansion were lost."

"Other sects, large and small, and lone heroes also took action, but the result... was that most of them failed, and even their remains could not be recovered."

The head of the Zhao family clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"The most tragic incident involved the eldest son of the Lü family."

He paused, seemingly reluctant to mention that name.

"In order to find out even a little bit about that ninja leader, and to obtain even the slightest bit of information about him, the eldest young master of the Lü family used himself as bait to barely obtain information about the ninja leader!"

"This time, I, Zhao, dare to ask the Tang Clan to take action, not for assassination."

He emphasized his words, his eyes fixed intently on Sect Leader Tang.

"It's 'open killing'!"

"We must let everyone know that the so-called experts of the Japanese pirates are nothing to fear! We must let the soldiers on the front lines know that behind them, there are also extraordinary individuals like us bravely fighting the enemy!"

"This action is to boost morale and to honor the fallen soldiers!"

A glint flashed in Tang Sect Master's single eye, and his fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, producing a dull sound, one tap after another, striking the hearts of everyone present.

The air inside seemed to freeze.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and low.

"Patriarch Zhao, are you aware of the rules of my Tang Clan?"

"Assassination is inherently a matter of life and death."

"To openly assassinate a highly skilled and elusive ninja leader would inevitably lead to a brutal reprisal from the Japanese invaders. The price..."

He didn't continue, but his meaning was clear.

The Tang Clan always prioritizes profit and rarely engages in activities with such high risks and uncertain returns.

The head of the Zhao family suddenly straightened his spine, his face showing no hesitation, but rather a resolute determination.

"I am aware of the consequences!"

He made a strong statement.

"My Zhao family has been in business for generations and has accumulated some wealth. If the Tang Clan is willing to help, I am willing to give them all of my family's fortune!"

"If the Japanese invaders retaliate after this is accomplished, my Zhao family is willing to share the risks with the Tang Clan!"

"Businessmen are inherently profit-driven, and I, Zhao, am an even greater corrupt official."

"Profiting for myself or my family is not enough for me; only profiting for the country is true gain!"

His voice echoed in the inner hall, every word filled with sincerity and determination, shaking the hearts of every Tang Clan disciple present.

The Tang Sect Master stopped tapping his fingers.

He stared intently at the head of the Zhao family, and something seemed to be surging within his single eye.

Is the Tang Clan really just driven by profit?

If the country is about to perish, how can the Tang Clan remain unscathed?

He slowly stood up, and an invisible aura emanated from him.

"What a fine example of 'serving the country's interests'!"

The old sect leader's voice was no longer hoarse; instead, it carried a long-lost passion.

"Dealing with the Japanese pirates who invaded our China and killing these beasts who are worse than pigs and dogs is simply our duty!"

He waved his hand.

"This mission is accepted by the Tang Clan!"

"As for the reward, ten gold bars will suffice!"

"The rest, you Zhao family keep it. Use it to buy more guns and ammunition to send to the front lines, and to provide relief to more displaced people!"

The old sect leader's decision stunned all the Tang Sect disciples present, but then a surge of passion welled up in their hearts.

The head of the Zhao family was so excited that he trembled all over and bowed deeply once again.

"Master Tang, your righteousness is boundless! On behalf of countless suffering compatriots, I, Zhao, thank the Tang Clan!"

The old sect leader waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be so polite.

"Pass down the order: all inner sect experts, assemble at the training ground!"

The order was given, and soon, dozens of Tang Clan masters with composed auras and sharp eyes gathered in the training ground outside the inner hall of the Tang Clan.

They all knew what they were about to face.

The assassination attempt on the head of the Hieiyama ninja was a near-death experience.

But no one backed down.

When the nation is in peril, every citizen has a responsibility.

A black container was brought out, containing iron sticks that would determine one's fate.

Whoever draws one of the specially marked slips will be tasked with the responsibility of this "open assassination."

The atmosphere was extremely tense, with only the whistling of the cold wind blowing across the training ground.

The old sect leader picked up the divination tube, preparing to announce the start of the drawing.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

In the open space in the center of the training ground, the air began to distort without warning.

Immediately afterwards, a dark blue light burst forth from nowhere, rapidly expanding to form an oval-shaped light gate more than two meters high.

"what?!"

"Enemy attack?!"

The Tang Clan members reacted instantly, each one becoming alert and assuming defensive or offensive stances, various hidden weapons clutched in their hands, the atmosphere suddenly tense.