This Taiken Hayashiichi didn't seem as utterly disheveled as the other, who was sent flying with a single slap. He only managed to leap away after taking the blow, but the searing heat on his cheek filled him with intense rage. "Who are you!"

"Swish, swish!" Taiken Koshun seemed to be trying to use the chance to escape, yet just as he sprang up, a smaller figure appeared. It was a person dressed in simple coarse cloth, wearing a face full of innocent, childlike smiles. The figure stared with narrowed, laughing eyes, then flashed forward. In Taiken Koshun's stunned moment, "Slap!" he too took a solid blow, though he was only forced back about a meter.

"Hehe, so people from Country R are this fragile!" The girl's soft, bell-like voice snapped the three from Fatty Lin’s group, who were already frozen in shock, back to reality. After giggling, she walked over to Li Qian and Liu Qingqing, making a strange gesture to each before releasing the pressure points on them.

"Qingqing, are you alright!" Xu Ming immediately stepped forward.

Hearing Xu Ming call her Qingqing, and seeing the anxious look on his face, Liu Qingqing understood the depth of his impulsive chase just to save her. A blush crept up her cheeks, and she whispered shyly, "I... I'm fine!"

"Sister-in-law, are you two alright too!" Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou also rushed over, asking anxiously.

"I'm fine!" Li Qian managed to force out a weak smile in reply, but her gaze was locked onto the small girl who had suddenly appeared. "Little sister, thank you for saving me!"

"It’s not time to thank me yet. It won't be too late after we’ve all left this place."

Astonished, beyond mere surprise and bewilderment, Li Qian, Fatty Lin, and the others truly didn't know how to express their current feelings. Was that truly the tone of a little girl? And considering her bizarre agility and technique just now, who exactly was she?

The three Japanese Jōnin stood together, all touching their cheeks. After all, the burning sensation was no small thing. In fact, they didn't realize their faces were already turning purple, with five distinct, small finger marks clearly visible.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you interfering with us?" Taiken Koshun stared with cold eyes at the little girl who wasn't even his match. Despite the sheer terror in his heart—could there really be such a powerful expert so small, and she was merely a little girl?—he persisted.

"Why stop you? Hehe, don't ask me that. If you want to ask... ask Brother Yi!" The little girl, undeniably Murong Lianxue, finished speaking. Completely disregarding the stunned Li Qian and the others, she shouted toward an open space, "Brother Yi, these guys want to know why we stopped them!"

"Hehe, tell him this: if I don't kill him, I might just kill myself!" A familiar voice, and a figure emerged from the dense undergrowth.

Seeing the newcomer, Li Qian’s eyes involuntarily welled up with tears. She rushed toward him heedlessly. "Wuwu, you bastard, you bastard, you rotten soul! Where have you been all this time? I was worried sick."

"Boss, Brother Yi!" Fatty Lin and the others also rushed forward excitedly, calling out greetings.

Yang Yi nodded, smiled faintly, and patted Li Qian's shoulder. "Alright, alright, Qian'er, I’ll explain everything slowly later. I need to handle a few things now!"

"Okay!" Li Qian certainly knew this wasn't the time for a reunion, especially with three savage men from Country R running rampant here.

"You are Yang Yi?" Taiken Koshun, having heard Fatty Lin and the others address the newcomer as Boss and Brother Yi, had guessed half the truth. His eyes radiated an intense killing intent as he asked.

"That’s right, I am the Yang Yi your Black Dragon Society has been searching for!" Yang Yi stepped forward a few paces after moving Li Qian aside, staring at them with a face full of murderous intent. A chilling aura instantly spread from his entire body. It seemed he was genuinely enraged this time. Yes, truly angry. He hated enemies who dared to capture his comrades, or even his women, to use as leverage. In Yang Yi's eyes, these three were already dead men.

"After my Black God Gang wiped out your Black Dragon Society's strength in Huaxia, you still won't give up? Then I suppose I'll have to personally pay a visit to your Country R another day!"

"Hmph, don't be so arrogant!" Taiken Koshun spoke with considerable lack of confidence. Cold sweat was already beading on his forehead, and he finally understood why Kurobe had died at Yang Yi's hands. This youth's murderous aura was heavy, and he exuded a chilling coldness that seemed unnatural for a human. Though terrified internally, he kept his expression outwardly calm.

But how could Yang Yi be fooled by this? Just then, Murong Lianxue let out an unexpectedly cold laugh: "The three of you, come together. I can wipe you out with just one finger!"

"Good heavens, isn't this little girl a bit too ruthless? She might scare them away..." Yang Yi hadn't finished speaking when he turned and shook his head in exasperation. He knew it—Li Qian, Fatty Lin, and the others must look utterly astonished. After all, those words coming from an eight-year-old girl felt incredibly jarring, despite the power they had just witnessed. That dissonance was hard to erase.

"You—?" Taiken Koshun felt deeply mocked. Such a mere child claiming she could eliminate the three of them, ninjas who were close to the level of initial Zongshi, with just one little finger? "What kind of international joke is this?"

Of course, under certain circumstances, some things seem utterly unbelievable to certain people. When Yang Yi heard the Japanese Jōnin utter those words, he secretly thought, Looks like I won't have to lift a finger today. These suicidal sons of bitches can just pray for themselves!

Indeed, just as Yang Yi predicted, Murong Lianxue's small mouth pouted, her eyes turning cold as she stared at the three men after hearing their mockery. "Brother Yi, you take them and leave first. I'll handle this place!"

"Uh, fine, just be quick!" Yang Yi said helplessly. The girl was now getting serious. With a slight curve to his lips, he uttered a phrase that utterly confused the Japanese Jōnin: "When you three reach hell, you can regret offending me today. Today, it wasn't just me you offended, but someone you will never forget for the rest of your miserable lives." Saying this, he walked over to the stunned Li Qian and the others. "Let's go, we'll leave this to Lianxue. My car isn't far from here!"

"Uh, oh, is that... alright?" the group asked in a daze.

"Hehe, don't worry. I can't even beat her. Let's go!" Yang Yi didn't know if he was on the verge of tears or just deeply rueful.

After all, her power was evident. Don't underestimate Murong Lianxue, who was merely at the Xu-level Zongshi stage, yet a genius in all schools of martial arts. To achieve this level at merely eight years old—how many people in the world today could match that?

After Yang Yi and the others departed, Murong Lianxue finally revealed the malicious, demonic smile she had been holding back. She laughed coldly, "Tsk, tsk, come on, three little Country R puppies..."

"Baka!" Taiken Koshun trembled with fury upon hearing this, and the other two were no different.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The three figures attacked simultaneously. Against this little girl, they now held no mercy. Murong Lianxue had touched their absolute taboo: calling them 'Country R puppies!' This completely infuriated the three of them.

Murong Lianxue glanced disdainfully at the three attacking Japanese Jōnin, then suddenly her eyes turned cold, and an icy aura radiated from her body. Her aura was different from Yang Yi's; hers was pure killing intent, whereas Yang Yi's aura merely served to confuse and send a bone-chilling coldness through the enemy.

"Boom!" A delicate figure clashed instantly with three tall, imposing figures.

"Boss, is that little girl really alright? I think she..."

"Didn't I just tell you? Worrying about her now is less important than worrying about yourself..." Yang Yi looked helplessly at Xu Ming and said.

"This..." Xu Ming seemed to understand something, yet also not fully grasp what Yang Yi meant, stammering awkwardly, unsure what to do.

"Is everyone okay? Fighting that initial Zongshi earlier should have helped you all grow quite a bit, right?" Yang Yi asked calmly.

"We're fine, but Brother Yi, are those guys really only initial Zongshi?" Fatty Lin asked.

"Yes, and just barely having stepped into that realm," Yang Yi replied with an undeniable smile.

"Just stepped in?" Fatty Lin was horrified. Fatty Lin knew too well how powerful those three had been just moments ago. They were simply operating on a different level. If those three had gotten serious earlier, he and the others would truly have been finished.

"But, Boss, since you knew we were fighting that initial Zongshi just now, does that mean you..." Ye Xiaohou inquired.

"Hehe, yes, I was watching from the sidelines the whole time." Yang Yi knew what Ye Xiaohou was getting at and smiled nonchalantly. He glanced over the group before saying.