"Pfft!" "Bang!".........

"Fifth Brother....." The two young men from Huaxia, who had been watching their Fifth Brother fight from outside, couldn't help but cry out anxiously, but it seemed to do no good. After all, within the domain of a Grandmaster, those inside could not hear the sounds or commotion from the outside world in the slightest. More importantly, it was absolutely impossible for those on the periphery to help anyone within the Grandmaster's domain; approaching it would only lead to self-destruction unless one's strength already surpassed that of the domain's creator.

"Wow!" The young man from Huaxia coughed up an unknown amount of blood. Every strike his body sustained forced him to vomit blood, demonstrating the extraordinary destructive power of Yang Yi's attacks.

"This....." The young man from Huaxia was terrified. He couldn't see Yang Yi's movements clearly at all. Even within his own domain, Yang Yi seemed to see right through his thoughts, his domain, and was already beginning to attack its weaknesses.

"Clang!" A sound of tearing broke the air, followed by a wave of intensely acrid heat. The young man from Huaxia froze abruptly, then let out a massive shout, "Ah!!!"

Yang Yi stopped moving, halting his assault. He knew clearly that if he continued attacking, this young man from Huaxia would certainly die. Although his internal energy was somewhat depleted, a short rest would restore it. With a swift step combined with a mysterious pressure-point striking technique—one he had unconsciously learned from accompanying Elder Yang for many years—he struck. "Pah!"

"Fifth Brother!" The two young men from Huaxia immediately flashed to their Fifth Brother's side, only to find him completely immobile, his eyes wide open, propping himself up with one hand on the ground in a posture of utter rigidity.

"Pah!" "Pah!" Yang Yi swiftly moved both hands, tapping the two other youths a few times. In an instant, a change occurred, and all three of them were suddenly unable to move.

"Miyamoto Sakurako, have your people transfer these three to the location of the other three. Watch them closely; I have sealed their meridians. They are now mere commoners," Yang Yi said, taking a deep breath and retracting the barely lingering aura around him.

"Yes!" Miyamoto Sakurako replied and immediately made a call.

At this moment, Long Yi approached Yang Yi and asked, "Dragon Lord, shall we begin the direct assault on the Sixty-Direction Tower now?"

"En, wait a while longer!" Yang Yi turned to face the Sixty-Direction Tower, certain that the surrounding areas, whether front, back, left, or right, were already littered with corpses and rivers of blood. But..... it wasn't the right time to storm the place yet. He, Yang Yi, would wait until Miyamoto Taro became completely desperate, agitated like a monkey fighting for food—that would be the optimal moment to attack.

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"The Dragon Lord has given the order: take this place within half an hour. Divide into small teams and secure the headquarters of the Yamaguchi-gumi with maximum speed," Feng Shi announced, waving her jade hand. Squads of Black God Guards swiftly surrounded the entire headquarters.

Seeing the other Black God Guards already in motion, Feng Shi ordered those following her, "The rest of you, follow me!"

"Yes!" The Black God Guards responded and followed Feng Shi as they charged in.

"Who are you..... Baka!" A few Japanese men, seeing the sudden appearance of figures in black, started to run deeper inside after only half a word of questioning.

But before they could take more than a few steps, a volley of intense gunfire erupted—"Taka, taka, taka!"...... The sound was precise, as if every shot found a fatal mark. The Black God Guards showed not an ounce of hesitation, striding forward like military boots into the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters building, raising their weapons in a sweeping barrage.

Feng Shi knew that to capture the leader, one must first capture the king. Although Kudo Taichi would not be at the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters tonight, other central figures, perhaps those capable of making decisions, might be here. With this in mind, her expression turned icy as she pointed towards the stairwell and commanded, "Control all floors within ten minutes. Move out now."

"Understood!" The Black God Guards responded, each clutching their rifles and surging toward the stairwells.

The remaining Black God Guards took control of the current floor. The Yamaguchi-gumi members, who hadn't even had time to react, stood there stunned, raising their hands in wide-eyed disbelief. These figures, armed with submachine guns, clad entirely in black, and possessing faces that evoked a chilling sense of dread, rendered the Yamaguchi-gumi men speechless.

Of course, a few attempted to fight back, but the Black God Guards were not opponents they could withstand. Their capabilities needed no questioning! Moreover, armed with automatic weapons and moving with uncanny agility, subduing any resistance was achieved with effortless ease.

"What in the hell is this!" After uttering these words, Kudo Taichi froze, his expression somewhat vacant, as if he had been set into a mold.

The suited man beside him looked on with confusion, glancing at him intermittently. He wanted to ask but dared not; he wanted to call out but even less. Clearly, he was unnerved by Kudo Taichi's sudden change in demeanor, considering the man was the godfather of the Japanese underworld.

Indeed, labeling Kudo Taichi the godfather of the Japanese underworld was no exaggeration, as he was currently the supreme leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi. Thus, upon seeing the frozen figures of Yang Yi and his group, he instantly realized the gravity of the situation.

"Huaxia people? How could there be people from Huaxia in Japan?" Kudo Taichi's heart sank. It seemed he had discovered something significant. "Quick! Immediately check the front lines! Find out exactly who those Huaxia people are—and make it fast!"

Hearing this, the suited man did not hesitate, immediately pulling out his phone to call the scouts at the frontline. A moment later, he hung up and reported to Kudo Taichi, "Leader, the order has been sent."

"Huaxia people, Huaxia people? Why would they be here? Why would they appear in Japan, and on that battlefield?" Kudo Taichi's mind filled with a torrent of doubts. He subconsciously glanced at the suited man and asked, "How did the people from Huaxia end up here?"

"This subordinate does not know!"

"Could it be..... could it be....." Kudo Taichi shuddered, having suddenly conceived of something incredibly difficult to accept, perhaps even deeply worrying. "Quick..... order our people to retreat immediately, hurry!"

"Yes!" The suited man complied.

Kudo Taichi's face was grim, flickering with deep unease. He muttered to himself, "It's impossible. My Yamaguchi-gumi has never offended him, nor have we provoked any conflict. Absolutely impossible....."

Though they did not fully grasp what Kudo Taichi was brooding over, they could at least understand that what he was thinking could happen! No—perhaps it was more accurate to say it was highly probable, for any discerning person knew that the "Huaxia people" he referred to were Yang Yi and his entourage.

At this moment, Yang Yi stood near a grove of trees, leaning against one that was nearly bare of leaves, his gaze fixed on the battle raging inside the Sixty-Direction Tower. This confrontation was earth-shattering. How many had died fighting their way in from the perimeter was incalculable; how many survived was equally unknown; and the final victor or loser was impossible to discern.

"Dragon Lord!" Miyamoto Sakurako suddenly appeared by his side. She glanced at the composed Yang Yi and reported, "It seems the Yamaguchi-gumi have noticed something; they are beginning to withdraw."

"En," Yang Yi murmured softly, calculating in his mind. The Yamaguchi-gumi had deployed nearly six thousand personnel tonight; few likely remained. His objective had clearly been achieved. Thinking of the day when that godfather of the Yamaguchi-gumi would personally come to speak with him, a cold smile flickered across his face as he ordered, "Let them withdraw. Do not interfere in the slightest!"

"Yes!" Miyamoto Sakurako responded.

"Then Dragon Lord, what do we do now?" Long Yi asked Yang Yi.

"It's about time we go meet that Miyamoto Taro," Yang Yi said with a distinct air of amusement. "This battle is drawing to a close. I wonder if Miyamoto Taro is beside himself with anxiety?"

The Ten Army Generals and the others heard this and felt a chill, saying nothing, merely following behind Yang Yi as they slowly approached the Sixty-Direction Tower.

However, there seemed to be one other person here with an issue: Murong Lianxue. Her usually fair face suddenly became pale, as if she had sensed something. She murmured to herself, "Could this aura be his? Is he still alive?"

Regarding the events of her childhood, Murong Lianxue seemed to have completely forgotten them, even the hatred had faded, given her young age. Yet, the aura she had held in her heart since she was very, very small seemed to awaken a resonance within her soul.

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