One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The blade of the katana slashed diagonally from Makoto Ito's left shoulder to his right waist, leaving a horrific gash that ran through his entire chest.

The bone is visible deep inside, and the internal organs are exposed.

Large gushes of scalding blood gushed out, staining large areas of the white jade ground red.

What's even more shocking is...

Makoto Ito's arms... are gone.

Those two arms, thicker than a normal person's thighs, were severed at the root and fell into a pool of blood several meters away.

At the critical moment, he used his arms to block the deadly blade.

Then, he used his chest to take the fatal blow for the two brothers behind him!

"Acheng...you're crazy! Why didn't you dodge!"

Ashiya Ryo knelt on the ground, the half-broken katana lying beside him.

This usually unruly, defiant silver-haired youth was now covered in splattered blood, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

He frantically tried to stop the gushing blood from Ito Makoto's chest, but found himself completely helpless.

"Brother Cheng..."

Kamo Kaito trembled all over as he desperately channeled healing magic into Ito Makoto's wounds.

But the wound, imbued with the destructive intent of the blade, could not heal even a fraction of its original size.

Makoto Ito's massive body swayed twice, and finally, with a "thud," he knelt heavily on one knee.

He vomited large amounts of blood, and his face quickly turned ashen.

But he did not fall.

A relieved smile appeared on that dull, honest face.

"Cool... Sea Dragon..."

Makoto Ito's voice sounded like it was leaking air.

He struggled to turn his eyes, looking at his unharmed brother behind him, and continued speaking haltingly:

"I...I'm stupid...I can't learn your...powerful spells..."

"But... I'm thick-skinned..."

He swallowed hard, swallowing a mouthful of bloody foam, and his eyes began to glaze over.

"We've got this first place in our grasp... It's a promise..."

"The meat... is grilled well... I'd like to... have another meal..."

Before he could finish speaking, his bald head drooped limply.

The massive body crashed to the ground in the pool of blood, and then fell silent.

"No!!! A-Cheng!!!"

Ashiya Ryo let out a desperate roar, slamming his fists into the hard ground until they were a bloody mess.

Not far away, Abe Genji stared blankly at Ito Makoto, who lay in a pool of blood.

His mind went completely silent for a moment.

That honest and simple brother who always followed behind me, who could eat ten pounds of barbecue in one meal, and who never got angry even when everyone teased him.

That's it...gone?

In this filthy temple?

"Xu—! Fu—!"

Abe Genji slowly raised his head and looked at the pulsating scarlet light patterns on the dome of the main hall.

What family revival, what glory of immortality, what expectations of elders?

At this moment, he forgot everything else!

An unprecedented, extreme violence and hatred rapidly arose and erupted from the depths of his heart.

"You wretched, vengeful ghost!!!"

"How dare you kill A-Cheng!!!"

"Aaaaaahh ...

"boom--!!!"

A visible, pitch-black spiritual pressure, like a tornado, exploded from Abe Genji's body.

His eye split open, and bright red blood flowed down his cheek.

He looked like a vengeful ghost that had crawled out of the Asura realm!

"Get out of my way!!!"

At this moment, the corpse puppet of Minamoto no Yorimitsu had already drawn its katana and was preparing to step forward and cut Ashiya Ryo in two.

Just as the blade was about to fall.

"boom!"

Abe Genji's figure appeared in front of the corpse puppet as if by teleportation.

He didn't even draw his sword.

Instead, he gripped the gleaming blade tightly with both hands!

The sharp blade cut into his palm, and blood dripped down, but he seemed to have lost all feeling of pain.

"Yuan Yi-ge!" Miyamoto Sakura, who had just woken up, burst into tears upon seeing this scene.

"Everyone, stand back!"

Abe Genyoshi roared fiercely.

His eyes were bloodshot as he recklessly poured the spiritual energy within his body into his hands.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

To everyone's astonishment.

Despite the terrifying strength of the corpse puppet, Abe Genji managed to push the opponent back repeatedly!

With each step back, the ground beneath Abe Genji's feet cracked.

With an almost frenzied attitude, he forcefully pushed back Minamoto no Yorimitsu's corpse puppet by more than ten meters, standing firmly in front of all his companions!

The air inside the hall seemed to freeze under this resolute and tragic atmosphere.

Zhang Chulan's hand holding the watermelon knife trembled slightly.

Wang Ye silently lowered his hands.

At this moment, the calculation and hostility on William's face turned into a deep silence.

They watched silently as the Japanese captain, covered in blood, stood there.

“Brother Yuanyi…”

Ashiya Ryo wiped the blood and tears from his face and staggered to his feet.

He picked up the broken katana and walked step by step to Abe no Minamoto's side.

Kamo Kaito wiped away his tears and helped the weak Miyamoto Sakura to her feet. Neither of them retreated; instead, they stood firmly behind their captain.

These four young people.

At this moment, each of them was seriously injured and stood crookedly.

But in their eyes, there was no longer any fear of the ancient corpse puppet, nor any hesitation in the face of death.

All that remained was a sense of relief at having let go of everything, and a sense of exhilaration at wanting to avenge his comrades.

“Brother Yuanyi, we made a promise to live and die together.”

Although Sakura's face was pale, a stubborn smile appeared on her lips.

Ashiya Ryo slung the broken sword over his shoulder and spat a mouthful of blood at the corpse puppet opposite him:

"Damn it, come on! If I blink even once today, I don't deserve to be called Ashiya!"

Abe no Minamoto no Yoshi did not turn around; his hands remained gripping the blade of the katana.

Hearing his companion's voice behind him, a wild and proud look finally appeared on his blood-covered face.

He took a deep breath.

Sudden.

Abe no Minamoto released one hand and took out the jade bottle containing the "Longevity Elixir" from his pocket.

He had no regrets whatsoever.

A flick of the wrist.

"Whoosh-!"

The jade bottle that had sparked countless acts of greed and slaughter streaked through the air.

It landed in Zhang Chulan's direction.

Zhang Chulan instinctively reached out and caught it.

He glanced down at the bottle in his hand, which gleamed with a warm, lustrous sheen.

He raised his head again, looking at Abe Genji with a face full of astonishment.

"Take it."

Abe Genji did not turn around; his voice was hoarse, yet it possessed a power that could penetrate the heart.

In this hall filled with murderous intent, each word rang out with resounding force:

"Zhang Chulan, take your people and leave."

"Tell the outside world..."