Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

The blond youth trembled uncontrollably, unable to suppress the fear emanating from the depths of his heart. His mental strength was dozens of times greater than that of ordinary people, and he could clearly perceive his own mental power, which was like a small fishing net holding up a giant whale on the seabed, unable to be shaken.

What kind of monster is this...?

They were stronger than any opponent they had ever faced before, like a towering mountain pressing down on their hearts; there was simply no chance of victory given the disparity.

Is he the strongest guard?

Or is he the only king?

The 23 extraordinary individuals remained motionless, not daring to make a move.

"You're quite a hassle."

Jiang Mo locked his gaze on the blond youth, speaking calmly. This man's methods were more concealed than the Eight Directions Reversal Technique, and his speed was incredibly fast, almost instantaneous. His binding force was also extremely terrifying. If it were the elites of other factions who were to fight him, they would probably suffer a great loss upon their first encounter.

Moreover, the white-haired woman he had just executed was particularly troublesome; the beam of light condensed at her fingertips carried intense heat and had a penetrating power far exceeding that of firearms.

These people are definitely not simple.....

"call out!"

The fake, created by the magic mirror, with a sinister smile, charged towards Jiang Mo, engulfed in a frenzied desire for slaughter.

He held a meter-long armor-piercing spike in each hand, shaped like a short spear, with a deep blue body and sharp tips that attacked from both sides, combining offense and defense with a series of deadly moves.

"A fake is a fake. Even if you're wearing my skin, you can't turn the tables!"

Jiang Mo pronounced his death sentence, and his body suddenly vanished, so fast that not even a shadow remained.

When it reappeared, it was already holding the Qi Sword, slicing open the throat of the fake. Gray blood splattered, and surging sword energy burst out wildly, cutting the alien created by the magic mirror into a pile of rotten flesh.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo walked slowly, the flickering firelight behind him making him appear even more ruthless.

"Oh no! Cover me, Hya, Zorn!"

In an instant, the blond youth screamed in panic. He realized that the other party's killing intent had locked onto him, and he even had the illusion that death was gently caressing his skin.

His muscles were tense, his adrenaline was pumping wildly, and he was extremely nervous and scared.

"call out--!"

Just as Jiang Mo took a step, his position changed strangely, and he was moved dozens of meters away out of thin air, enveloped by a mysterious and ethereal energy.

"Is that you? How interesting..."

Jiang Mo turned his head and stared at a woman in black battle armor. She was bleeding from all seven orifices and breathing heavily. Her palm emitted a pale blue light, and that familiar fluctuation was obviously the method that had just caused him to lose his spatial distance.

However, Jiang Mo was not surprised. There were countless heroes in the world with extraordinary skills, and it was perfectly normal for him to have some that he did not know about but that could pose a threat to him.

All techniques, martial arts, and methods are inanimate objects; true strength lies in the user.

Even though the woman's methods were incredibly profound, she was now suffering severe backlash. In order to forcibly alter the spatial location information where Jiang Mo was, her organs could not withstand the rampage of power, and faint signs of breakage appeared.

"I'm going to kill you. Who can stop me? Who dares to stop me?"

"Wow!"

A wisp of shimmering white flame flickered around Jiang Mo's fingertips. Suddenly, the light burst forth, and a white streak of light, like a sharp arrow, pierced through space in an instant, completing the kill.

Crimson blood seeped from between the woman's eyebrows. Her fair and tender skin began to crumble and wither. Before her eyes could be filled with hatred, she crumbled like sand, without wailing or struggling, silently turning into ashes and drifting away.

Giving these foreign assailants and assassins no chance to breathe, Jiang Mo, like a tiger among sheep, began his hunt.

Corpses flew one after another, sword energy echoed, and various obstacles were destroyed one after another. Although the Japanese ninjutsu had its unique features, it could not withstand the enormous power unleashed by Jiang Mo.

"puff!"

The bespectacled, refined man who was controlling the shikigami was suppressed by Jiang Mo's Instant Step. A heavy punch pierced through his chest, and the domineering Qi shattered all his ribs and internal organs, leaving him dead beyond any hope of survival.

“Brother!!!”

A girl wearing wooden clogs and a kimono shouted.

Her eyes turned red, filled with hatred. Dark black energy floated in the air, forming one hideous evil spirit after another, looking down at the white-clad figure not far away.

"It's alright, I'll help you reunite with your family."

Jiang Mo swept his sword across, the wind howled, and the sword light was unstoppable. The young girl and the enormous evil spirit were reduced to blood and dust, and were blasted into nothingness.

The number of figures standing in the white prison dwindled. In the end, the morale of the Japanese superhumans and assassins collapsed, and they were so desperate that they no longer even had the thought of resisting.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo grabbed the blond youth by the throat, swung him around with his right hand and slammed him to the ground. The Qi sword fell vertically, piercing through his skull and pinning him to the spot.

"I have a piece of advice for you: you'd better stop!"

The gray-haired man, barely clinging to life, spoke in a hoarse voice, threatening Jiang Mo:

"If we all die here, the forces behind us will never let you monkeys, who haven't even been able to bask in the glory of evolution, go unpunished. An unimaginable armed force will raze these barbaric tribes to the ground!!!"

Seeing his ferocious expression and hearing his harsh pronunciation of English, Jiang Mo easily sensed the malice in his words and instead laughed:

"Threats or curses? Neither will change your fate. If I have the chance, I would like to visit your country."

In that instant, the gray-haired man's mind went blank; he vaguely understood what the other person meant.

"laugh!!!"

Before he could reply, Jiang Mo raised his hand, and a burst of innate Qi Fire roared forth, piercing the man's heart. He trembled as he reached out, wanting to say something, but his body had already disintegrated.

Amidst pools of blood, a figure in white stood tall; the Japanese superhumans and assassins had been nearly wiped out.

Jiang Mo still remembered Lu Gong's reminder that the aliens on Nathan Island came from many countries and spoke many different languages. To avoid communication barriers, he left one of them alive.

"No...don't kill me..."

The obese Japanese samurai, in his early thirties, had a face full of fat that trembled, tears welling up in his eyes, and was kneeling on the ground, pleading desperately.

The assassin on the other side, utterly despondent, was exhausted and covered in wounds. He lay quietly on the ground, eyes closed, awaiting death.

Jiang Mo extended his right hand and placed it on the Japanese samurai's head, his Qi flowing into the skin and making contact with the brain's nerve consciousness.

"Cooperate with me, or I'll smash your skull with one slap."

Even though they couldn't understand each other's language, the pure and intense emotions surged into the Japanese samurai's mind, and he could roughly understand the meaning of those cold words.

"Yes...yes...sir..."

Jiang Mo then detached a cluster of white flames and sent it into the mind of the Japanese samurai, which could be burned to ashes in an instant.

The assassins from across the ocean were then taken prisoner in the same manner.

Chapter 90 Stubborn

As the light curtain faded, Lu Jin waited outside, with two corpses lying at his feet.

The twin Japanese strange men who heard the commotion and returned, though they were somewhat strong when they joined forces, were still killed by Lu Jin in less than ten rounds.

Jiang Mo, holding two chains formed from Qi, dragged the Japanese samurai and assassin to the ground.

"Uncle-Master, do you intend to keep these two alive for questioning?"

Lu Jin walked over lightly, clasped his hands in greeting, and offered his services: "I have studied some foreign languages ​​in my family's private school since childhood, and perhaps I can be of help to you."

"Interrogate this assassin first; the power behind them should not be underestimated."

"it is good."

Lu Jin had forgotten when he last interacted with foreigners. After a brief recollection, he reviewed his language translation skills and began questioning the assassin:

Who hired you?

"You...you can do that too..."

The man was surprised, but unable to reveal the truth, he instead urged:

“Kill me. Don’t waste your time. You won’t get any useful information from me. My brain has been hypnotized by the higher-ups. All I know is that I have targets to hunt.”

Lu Jin informed Jiang Mo of the situation.

“Uncle-Master, it’s a method similar to a restriction, which directly affects the brain. This person doesn’t know anything and refuses to say anything.”

"Is it?"

Jiang Mo didn't care at all and said with a faint smile, "I don't have the patience to waste time. If I kill him, I can ask your third uncle later."

After speaking, Lu Jin pressed his five fingers against the assassin's forehead and skull, unleashing a sudden burst of force that shattered the skull, causing brain damage and death.

"No...don't kill me!!!"

The Japanese samurai who witnessed this horrific scene were horrified and turned pale. However, Lu Jin couldn't understand what he meant, so he casually suggested to Jiang Mo:

"Uncle-Master, is this person from Japan?"

“Kill him. Uncle Xu, whom Nathan and his men kidnapped, also speaks some Japanese. Once we find him, there’s no use keeping him alive.”

"Then let's not waste our time and go find the Nathan Islanders."

Jiang Mo turned and walked to the other side of the island. His footsteps were drowned out by a shrill scream. The fat man turned to ashes inch by inch, his flesh withering uncontrollably. The pain penetrated his soul. He twisted and struggled, but died in just a few breaths.

Lu Jin followed behind Jiang Mo. In the dim forest, the two were like ghosts. Wherever they went, their pure killing intent caused all the beasts to retreat, hiding in caves or lying on the ground, not daring to move.

“Jin’er, the medical resources on your third uncle’s ship have been emptied by those islanders. These are life-saving medicines for the front lines.”

"Every second of delay means countless deaths."

"Once I find the stronghold of the Nathan Islanders, you can negotiate with them without any hesitation."

Lu Jin's expression was resolute as he answered in a clear voice:

"With the nation in peril, I know what I should do and will proceed according to your wishes."

"Let alone these islanders not being Quanxing demons, if they don't return the resources, how are they any different from the harm caused by demons who go to become traitors?"

Jiang Mo traversed the thorny rainforest, his Qi-transformed body, reversing the natural order, allowing him to move as if on flat ground, unimpeded by anything.

“Tell them that if they don’t return what they’ve plundered, I’ll plow their capital and uproot that so-called ‘divine tree’.”

"Alright, let me organize my thoughts first. I haven't used this foreign language for many years, so I'm inevitably a bit rusty."

The two traveled eastward from the mountains in the center of the island. When they emerged from the dense rainforest, they saw a beach in the distance with several simple wooden huts, a campfire burning, and dozens of figures drinking, eating meat, singing, and dancing.

When Jiang Mo discovered the islanders' settlement, they also discovered him.

A dozen or so burly islanders with different skin tones surrounded him. Their language was very complex, obscure, and difficult to understand. Even Lu Jin couldn't react for a moment.

"Are these overseas brats so stupid? Have we told you to leave, or do you still not want to go?"

Just then, the elderly white man at the head of the group coldly rebuked him.

His hair was gray, but his eyes were majestic and sharp, with flashes of lightning from time to time. In terms of both aura and strength, there was a huge gap between him and the other islanders.

Facing the old man who appeared to be Nathan Guard, Lu Jin narrowed his eyes. He understood what the other party meant and sneered, "If you want us to leave, then return the resources you plundered!"

"Hmph, you have no right to negotiate. You dared to trespass into the realm of gods, so pay the price for your foolishness!"

Gumiou, one of the Nine Guards of Nathan, was assertive. Despite his aged body, he showed no signs of slowness. After removing his gray robe, he revealed his steel-like muscles, looking like he was ready to fight if things didn't go well.

“Zizzizi!!!”

Violent thunder, originating from his heart, continuously overflowed and clung to his robust body.

"I gave you a chance. If you still refuse to see the truth, then stay here!"

Gumiou was confident that he could handle these two young men. In his opinion, although they had some talent, they were insignificant compared to the Japanese monsters he had previously defeated.

"Don't think I don't know your rules here. We didn't land on Nathan Island. Those vassal islands aren't part of your agreements with the outside world."

Lu Jin's eyes grew increasingly cold as she declared decisively:

"I'll say it one last time: if you don't return the resources, don't blame us for tearing down your capital and even digging up the sacred tree."

Upon hearing this, Gumiou's face darkened, veins bulged, and his eyes flashed like those of a predatory beast, as he roared:

"Do you know what you are talking about!"

"You rude and ignorant outsider, how dare you desecrate the sacred tree! I will not rest until you are killed!"

Seeing the old man so agitated, as if his ancestral graves had been dug up, Jiang Mo's thunderous anger grew even more violent, and he couldn't help but laugh and ask, "Did the negotiations break down?"

Lu Jin's hair turned white instantly as he entered the second stage of Reversal of Life. His brows furrowed: "Yes, Uncle-Master, don't be polite with these people."

“This old white man is most likely Nathan Wei. Be careful, don’t kill him, keep him alive to ask for directions.”