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The members of the Snake Clan on the ground stared at Yang Yi with terrified eyes.

As soon as Yang Yi arrived in the vicinity, he heard this group of people talking incessantly, which annoyed him. So he released a trace of his aura, and the group immediately quieted down.

Regardless of who was lying on the ground, Uesugi Kotsushi walked straight up to Yang Yi, looked him up and down, and asked, "Who are you people?"

Yang Yi smiled slightly: "Who I am is not important. What is important is that I have a good show to put on and would like to invite you to enjoy it with me, sir. I wonder if you would do me the honor?"

Uesugi Kotsu frowned slightly. He wanted to refuse, but a strange feeling welled up in his heart, as if telling him that he would regret it if he didn't go.

He thought for a moment and finally nodded, saying, "Alright, business isn't good today anyway, so I'll just take this opportunity to relax."

Recently, due to the disturbances from the Snake-Headed Eight Family, his noodle stall business has become much quieter, so he'll consider today his early closure.

"Okay!" Yang Yi then took out a red material pickaxe from his backpack, tapped it lightly on the ground, and the entire Dongjing disappeared (not really).

With a gentle tap, a passage leading directly underground appeared before them.

"Follow me." Yang Yi made a gesture, then jumped down first with Erii and Sang Biao.

Although Uesugi Kotsu was surprised by Yang Yi's amazing methods, as a worldly person, he simply regarded it as some kind of special incantation and did not take it too seriously.

After all, he was a rare royal-level hybrid among hybrids, and his Word of Power was a high-risk Word of Power. Nothing could make him back down now, not even dragons. He jumped down without hesitation.

At the end of the tunnel was a spacious underground space, in the center of which sat a huge round table.

Two people were already seated around the round table—Yang Yi and Erii.

Around the round table stood six mysterious figures with their heads covered.

Sang Biao stood respectfully behind Yang Yi.

"Please take a seat." Yang Yi pointed to an empty seat and looked at Uesugi Kotsugi with a smile.

Uesugi Kotsushi, filled with doubt, slowly found a seat and sat down, his eyes wary yet also curious.

Then Yang Yi asked Sang Biao to pull off the headgear of the young boy. When Erii saw him, she hurriedly shouted "Brother!"

Yuan Zhisheng abruptly opened his eyes, the intense light making him dizzy. He instinctively squinted, trying to adjust to the glaring light. In the dim light, he seemed to hear a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

"Eri?" Genji tried to make out the name, his voice now a little hoarse. Finally, he recognized her; standing before him was none other than his beloved younger sister, Erii, whom he had longed for day and night. However, she seemed different from before. Her once pale face was now healthy and rosy, her eyes were more lively, and she radiated an unprecedented vitality.

"Eri, are you alright?" Genji asked excitedly, his voice trembling.

Erii shook her head. "I'm fine, brother."

Yuan Zhisheng wanted to ask something more, but Yang Yi interrupted him: "We can talk about catching up later. Now, let's continue."

Yang Yi snapped his fingers, and Sang Biao understood immediately. He walked up to Yuan Zhinu and ripped off the hood from her head.

The moment Genji saw the face opposite him, his pupils contracted sharply, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. This face was so familiar, like a combination of himself and Genji, handsome yet with a hint of femininity, both familiar and strange.

"Who...who are you?" Genji asked stammeringly, his mind a complete mess. "Could it be...could it be that I have other brothers and sisters?"

Genji slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the sudden light. He saw the face he had longed for day and night, and a flicker of joy crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by intense disgust.

"Brother, you're really in high spirits," Yuan Zhinv said coldly, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "Why did you kidnap me? Did you find out I'm not dead and want to kill me again?"

Genjiro froze. He stared at Genjiro in disbelief, his lips trembling. "Chijo? You...you're not dead? But...how did you turn into a girl!"

Genjiro was initially overjoyed that his younger brother was still alive! But this joy was quickly replaced by sorrow and self-reproach. He recalled the scene of how he had personally "killed" Genjiro, and his heart ached terribly. Now, although Genjiro had survived, she was in this state—it was all his fault!

"Baka! I'm not a girl!" Genji shouted angrily.

Yuan Zhisheng felt even more guilty. He felt it was all his fault that Yuan Zhinu had become like this, and that she couldn't even accept her own gender.

"Alright, alright, you guys take a break for now," Yang Yi interrupted them promptly. "Now is not the time to chat."

He snapped his fingers again, and Sang Biao ripped off the hoods of the remaining men. The faces of Tachibana Masamune, Ousho, Sakurai Kogure, and Yabuki Sakura were revealed.

Erii saw Tachibana Masamune and was about to call out to him when Yang Yi gently pressed her shoulder. Yang Yi gestured for her to sit down first and not to rush.

Genjiro, Genjiro, Sakurai Kogure, and Yabuki Sakura all wanted to speak, but found that they couldn't make a sound at all and could only feel anxious.

Chapter 71 Memory Sealing Technique

Yang Yi looked at Tachibana Masamune and the King.

"Speak, tell me everything you've done." Yang Yi's tone was calm, but carried an air of unyielding authority.

Tachibana Masamune and the King exchanged a glance, but neither of them answered.

"Oh? You don't want to talk about it?" Yang Yi smiled slightly and took out a large number of End Candles of different models from the conversion table.

“I have prepared several hundred different types of End Candles for you. If you hadn’t told me, you could have used them right now.”

Tachibana Masamune and the King broke out in a cold sweat, and began to experience phantom pain in their backs, nearly collapsing on the spot.

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" Tachibana Masamune finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

They are all Herzog's alter egos, created by Herzog after he fled from the Arctic to Japan. Tachibana Masamune controls the Snake-Headed Eight Families, while the King secretly controls the Demon Clan.

“When we first came to Japan, we fostered the Genji brothers in a village. A few years ago, I took Genji away.” Tachibana Masamune said expressionlessly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. “Afterward, I had the king secretly inject Genji with an unstable dragon blood potion to induce him to lose control.”

"After things got out of control, I sent Genjiro to kill Genjiro. Then, when Genjiro was about to die, I had the king save her, making Genjiro hate Genjiro."

Before he could finish speaking, Genjiro stood up abruptly, flipping his chair over and slamming it to the ground. He stared intently at Tachibana Masamune, wishing he could draw his sword and hack this 'father' to death.

"Baka! You bastard! You beast! I'm going to kill you!" Genjiro roared, his eyes filled with rage, and tried to pounce on Tachibana Masamune, but was pushed back into his seat by Sangbiao.

“Hehe,” Yuan Zhinu laughed, but there was no warmth in her laughter. “As expected of ‘King General’, you really have a knack for turning brothers against each other.”

"I will gouge out your eyes, cut off your tongue, and make you wish you were dead!" Yuan Zhisheng continued to curse, his voice filled with endless hatred.

Tachibana Masamune and his companion remained expressionless. After enduring Yang Yi's torture, these insults had no effect on them. However, given his personality, even if he didn't endure the torture, the insults from others wouldn't affect him.

Yang Yi gestured for Tachibana Masamune and the other man to continue.

Masamune Tachibana went on to recount earlier crimes, such as the secret project at the Arctic laboratory, how the evidence was eventually destroyed, and how he fled to Japan with numerous experimental subjects.

“I also brought three embryos with me at the time: Genjiro, Genjiro, and Uesugi Erii.” He pointed to the three people present. “I carefully planned and controlled the Snake Clan step by step, while playing the roles of the King and Tachibana Masamune.”

At this point, Tachibana Masamune suddenly paused and did not continue.

*Slap!* Sang Biao stepped forward and delivered a powerful slap to Tachibana Masamune's face, causing it to swell up.

"The boss hasn't said to stop, so how dare you stop? Keep talking, you can only stop when the boss says to stop!"

Tachibana Masamune touched his swollen face, his eyes filled with fear. The slap had shaken his soul and left him in pain all over.

He dared not be negligent and continued, "These three children actually used Uesugi Yue's genes. I deliberately chose his DNA because he has an extremely high purity of dragon bloodline."

"My purpose in training them is to wait until they grow strong enough so that I can use them to carry the remains of the White King and finally realize the Godhood Plan." Having witnessed Yang Yi's strength, Tachibana Masamune knew that any Godhood Plan could not proceed now, so he simply gave up and told everyone everything.

After he finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.

Uesugi stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"What...is this related to me?"

After a brief moment of shock, he calmed down. He recalled that he had indeed led a period of unrestrained life in his youth, so it was understandable that his genetic sample had been collected. He turned to the three young men, his bloodline, his children.

Then, trembling, he asked, "Are you...doing...well?"

This once-powerful patriarch of the Snake Clan, the mixed-race emperor of Tokyo, is now at a loss.

"They're living a life that's far from 'good'." Having undergone brain surgery to separate the pons from their brains as children, Herzog can now control them at will with a simple tap of a stick.

“Eri’s situation was even worse. She was treated as an experimental subject from a young age, and her bone marrow was repeatedly extracted for research.”

Uesugi's face grew increasingly grim, and he clenched his fists tightly.

“Genjiro and Genjiro were also injected with various experimental drugs,” Yang Yi continued. “They’re only alive now because of the powerful life force given by the dragon blood. Oh, by the way!” He pointed to Sakurai Kogure and Yabuki Sakura, “These two ladies should be considered your prospective daughters-in-law. However, the matter of the dragon blood going out of control should also be related to these two.”

Uesugi Yue's dragon blood boiled, and his killing intent was uncontrollable.

“You all know what happened. The rest is up to you.” Yang Yi patted Erii on the shoulder. “Let’s go out first. It’s not suitable for children to see what’s about to happen.”

As he reached the door, he snapped his fingers, releasing the crowd, and added, "By the way, these two aren't going to die now. Do whatever you want with them."

He then said to Sang Biao, "You stay here and keep an eye on things. Provide them with anything they need."

Sang Biao immediately nodded: "Understood, boss."

After Yang Yigang left with Erii, the three figures inside the house vanished instantly, and then reappeared in front of Tachibana Masamune and the King, slamming their fists down hard, as if they wanted to use all their strength in every punch.

Sakurai Kogure and Yabuki Sakura also stepped forward to help, picking up chairs and handing them to the three of them before joining the brawl.

After watching the scene for a while, Sang Biao noticed that Sakurai Kogure's movements had slowed down, as if she was getting tired. He then took a long sword out of his inventory and handed it to her: "Use this, it's better than your fists."

The others, seeing the weapons, immediately cast eager glances their way. Sang Biao then pulled out a knife.

“I don’t have that many knives left, but… I can try something else.”

He then pulled out weapons from his inventory: a spiked club, a copper hammer, a guandao (a type of halberd), etc.

Finally, he pulled out several AK-47s, a large-caliber sniper rifle, several grenades, and a Gatling gun that flashed purple light.

“This thing is much better than a knife,” Sang Biao patted the Gatling gun and grinned smugly. “I had the weaponsmith enchant it with infinity, so we don’t have to worry about bullets.”

The crowd's eyes lit up, and they immediately picked up their weapons and walked towards Herzog and his companion.

Herzog scoffed at the impending torment: "These? To me, who has already endured endless suffering, they are but a few trials."

Sang Biao was annoyed by his pretentious act and took out a talisman that glowed with purple light from his pocket.

He flashed behind the two of them and stuck the talisman on his body: "The boss expected you to do this, so he had the talisman maker specially make a memory sealing talisman."

The talisman disappeared the moment it was applied, and the indifference in Herzog's eyes slowly vanished.

“What have you done! No! Where is this?” Herzog’s voice trembled.

"It's just that your painful memories have been temporarily sealed away. They will be released together once you've adapted to the new torment."

With the sound of guns being cocked, Sang Biao retreated to the corner, leisurely took out his camera, and waited for the next "performance".

Then, continuous gunfire and Herzog's screams rang out from inside the house.

Chapter 72 The King of Potato Chips and Television, The King of Arrogance and Stubbornness

Xia Mi has recently sensed Odin's presence. She plans to search for Odin's whereabouts while integrating into the human world.

However, because she has only recently recovered, her body is still at a child's stage, so she can only attend junior high school for now.

To make a living, the foolish Dragon King worked odd jobs every day after school, from convenience store cashier to restaurant waiter, diligently accumulating money in human society.