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"I implore you all to take action and slay that ninja leader from Bihe Mountain to avenge my fallen compatriots! To rid China of this scourge!"

"Zhao, and millions of other Chinese people, will forever be grateful for your great kindness and virtue!"

I witnessed this simple, brutal, and outrageous method of "assassination".

He also sensed Yang Yi's unfathomable power, which was like that of a god or demon.

Although the members of the Tang Clan felt that their worldview had been shocked like never before, they also came to a complete realization of a cruel reality.

Faced with such devastating power, their prized skills in stealth, poisoning, traps, and concealed weapons proved insufficient in terms of "efficiently eliminating threats."

Perhaps this is what "professionalism" means in the new era.

The old sect leader took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and made a decision.

"Since the sect leader and everyone in your sect have such strength and the heart to rid the country of this scourge, our Tang Sect will naturally cooperate fully!"

He was just about to continue saying that it was necessary to send elite disciples to scout out the exact location of the ninja leader of Nabihe Mountain and the deployment of the Japanese camp.

But Yang Yi raised his hand to interrupt him.

"No need to bother."

"I already know the exact location of the Ninja Head of the Hiei Mountain."

He's right here...

Yang Yi gave a precise location, and even described clearly what the other party was doing at that moment.

Silence fell once again over the training ground.

Everyone, including the former head of the Tang Clan and the head of the Zhao family, looked at Yang Yi with a strange expression.

Is this true? Could it be that this magnetic field sect...?

Not only is his strength terrifying beyond belief, but his detection ability is also so heaven-defying?

Who exactly are they?

"Sect Master, how...how do you know so much?" The Zhao family patriarch's voice was hesitant.

He simply couldn't understand how the hiding place of the mountain ninja was so well-hidden, and how they had gone to great lengths and sacrificed many people to barely find some clues.

How could this sect leader of the "Magnetic Field Sect" be able to pinpoint the location so easily? And the location was indeed almost identical to the one I had discovered before. Could this person really be a deity?

Yang Yi didn't answer directly, but just smiled and stretched out his palm towards the air in front of him.

hum...

The space in front of my palm rippled slightly, like ripples spreading across the surface of water.

Immediately afterwards, a soft light appeared, quickly stretched and expanded, and actually formed a light curtain in mid-air!

On the light screen, images flowed, revealing a scene inside a Japanese invaders' tent!

"What kind of magic is this?!"

"Oh my god..."

The members of the Tang Clan, including the well-trained and resolute inner disciples, couldn't help but let out a low gasp of surprise.

Their eyes widened as they stared intently at the light screen, as if they were seeing something completely beyond their imagination.

The Zhao family head excitedly took a few steps forward to look at the ninja head on the light screen. His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but he was too shocked to speak.

In the center of the tent projected onto the light screen, a short figure sits cross-legged.

He was an old man who was less than 1.4 meters tall, with long, pale hair that hung down to the ground.

Its face was withered, and its skin clung tightly to its bones, making it look like a mummified corpse that had just crawled out of its grave.

His eyes were closed, yet a layer of chilling black energy, visible to the naked eye, swirled around him.

"You bastard from Mount Bihe!" The Zhao family head said fiercely, his eyes blazing with anger and his teeth clenched.

A look of seriousness flashed in the old Tang Clan leader's single eye.

Even through the images transmitted by this light screen, he could sense the sinister and eerie aura emanating from the old man, indicating that he was no ordinary person.

However, as long as he can get within ten meters of him, he can definitely be killed.

Yang Yi twitched his finger slightly, and the viewpoint on the light screen began to move slowly.

Then the group discovered three more people standing in the corner of the tent.

On the left is a woman dressed in a kimono, with her hair styled in a Japanese updo, her face covered in eerie heavy makeup, and her expressionless face resembling a sculpture.

On the right is a young man wearing a sharp suit.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked refined, but in his hand he held several talismans covered with strange runes, which exuded an evil aura.

Standing behind the ninja leader was a samurai.

He had a uniquely shaped katana hanging at his waist, with wisps of black energy seemingly swirling around its blade.

The samurai's eyes were filled with madness and bloodlust. He looked neurotic, as if he might draw his sword at any moment and then randomly kill a few of his teammates.

"These guys are probably no pushovers either," the old Tang Clan leader said in a deep voice. "I can't tell who that woman is, the one in the suit seems to be an Onmyoji, and as for that samurai..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lü Ci, who had been standing behind Yang Yi and suppressing his emotions, couldn't hold back any longer.

The moment the light screen's view froze on the face of that crazed warrior, his body felt as if struck by lightning!

"Caw!!!" He let out a painful, suppressed roar, his gaunt face contorted with extreme rage, and his eyes instantly turned blood red!

"Ying... too!!!"

boom! ! !

An indescribable surge of violent power suddenly erupted from Lü Ci's body!

Crack! Crack!

Blinding lightning surged around him, the bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and powerful energy spread in all directions, causing the Tang Clan disciples around him to lose their footing and retreat!

"Five hundred thousand volts?!" Zhang Chulan's eyelids twitched as he watched. These seniors were all progressing so quickly? It seemed he still couldn't afford to slack off.

Yang Yi's eyes flickered slightly. Sure enough, hatred is the best fuel.

It seems that Eita is the fuse that ignited the bomb that was Lü Ci.

As long as he kills this brat with his own hands, Lü Ci will probably be able to cross the threshold of magnetic field rotation immediately.

However, just when everyone thought that Lü Ci would completely lose control, the violent aura emanating from him subsided.

All the lightning disappeared, and the raging anger seemed to be compressed into a sediment in his eyes.

Deep within those crimson eyes, madness was gone, replaced by a chilling, pure, and icy killing intent that sent shivers down one's spine.

He slowly turned his head to look at the old sect leader of the Tang Clan. His voice was hoarse, yet unusually calm, so calm that it sent chills down one's spine.

When can we set off?

The old leader of the Tang Clan dared not be negligent in the slightest.

He took a deep breath and solemnly said, "Anytime! The entire Tang Clan is willing to fully cooperate with you masters! All intelligence, perimeter security, and logistical support will be provided according to the Sect Master's orders!"

He now fully understands that compared to this group of "Magnetic Field Sect" members, the Tang Clan's assassination skills are probably only suitable for assisting in tasks and handling logistics.

"Excellent! Excellent!" Patriarch Zhao was so excited that tears streamed down his face. "Sect Master! Masters! Please don't hesitate to ask for anything you need!"

"Even if my Zhao family goes bankrupt, I will give my full support! As long as we can kill those sons of bitches of Japanese pirates!"

He could almost see the day when the ninja leader was killed, the ninjas scattered, the Japanese invaders were defeated and retreated, and the War of Resistance was won.

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Seeing the two of them like this, Yang Yi waved his hand, indicating that the old sect leader of the Tang Clan did not need to be nervous.

"We appreciate Sect Leader Tang's kindness."

"We won't trouble the Tang Sect members with the core battles."

"but,"

Yang Yi changed the subject, his gaze falling on the old sect leader of the Tang Clan and the Zhao family head beside him.

"To avoid accidental injury, someone needs to come with us."

"The battlefield is chaotic. If any of our personnel or other important targets are mixed in, we need you to identify them in time."

Before the old sect leader of Tang Clan and the head of the Zhao family could think it over, Yang Yi had already begun assigning tasks.

"Old Master."

Having regained his middle-aged appearance, Zhang Zhiwei stepped forward, his aura as solid and imposing as a mountain.

"That ninja leader from Mount Hira is now in your hands."

"Yes, Sect Master."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded slightly, but his calm eyes seemed to hold a hidden glint of lightning.

Yang Yi then looked at Lü Ci, whose murderous aura was almost tangible.

“Lü Ci”.

"That samurai named Eita is yours."

Lu Ci's eyes turned even redder, his teeth clenched so tightly that they made a grinding sound, and he squeezed out a single word through his clenched teeth.

"it is good!"

Yang Yi continued calling out names.

"The Feng family is in charge of dealing with that Onmyoji and his summoned creatures."

Feng Zhenghao, Feng Shayan, and Feng Xingtong responded in unison.

"Zhang Chulan."

Hearing his name called, Zhang Chulan quickly replied, "Sect Master, I'm here!"

"There should be a few big, clumsy samurai over there. They look tough and thick-skinned. Go and take care of them."

"no problem!"