"Hmm?" Yang Yi looked at him suspiciously and replied, "As long as your question makes this young master feel like answering, go ahead and ask..."

"Suzuki, and those three useless subordinates of mine, are they in your hands?" Miyamoto Taro clearly still believed he could walk out of here today, asking Yang Yi with narrowed eyes.

Yang Yi sneered internally, not answering directly, and remarked, "You truly live up to your reputation as an ambitious man. You're still focused on the matter of the controlling drug at this moment?"

"You..." A flash of murderous intent crossed Miyamoto Taro's eyes. He seemed to grasp something suddenly and immediately shouted to the Chinese man behind him, "Kill him now."

"Gulp!" The Chinese man merely nodded, seeming as if he hadn't spoken a word from beginning to end. With a movement, "Swish!"

The figure moved like a fleeting, eerie wisp of silk, quick and light, happening in the blink of an eye before anyone could react—including Yang Yi himself. Only after a figure suddenly materialized before him did the alarm bells violently ring in his mind.

"Brother Yi!"

"Dragon Lord!" Murong Lianxue and the Ten Army Generals exclaimed in unison.

"Peng!" Yang Yi managed to block a punch thrown by the mysterious Chinese man, and his entire body was instantly sent flying backward. With a "Bang!" he violently slammed against the stone wall, followed by a "Puchi!" Yang Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, propping himself up with one hand on the ground, his eyes flashing crimson. He thought, This fellow is too strong; I am completely outmatched.

"Brother Yi!" Murong Lianxue instantly flashed to Yang Yi's side, supporting him, and anxiously asked, "Brother Yi, are you alright?"

"I... cough cough cough! I'm fine!" Yang Yi sounded strained. That one punch from the Chinese man had completely thrown the Zhenqi inside Yang Yi into disarray.

"Everyone attack together!" Long Yi commanded sharply.

"Stop... you are not his match," Yang Yi immediately intervened when he saw Long Yi and the others preparing to move.

"Dragon Lord!" The Ten Army Generals and others called out.

"Stand down!" Yang Yi struggled to stand up, wiping the blood from his mouth, watching the Chinese man with extreme vigilance.

"Hahaha..." Miyamoto Taro burst into mocking laughter upon seeing Yang Yi's wretched state. "I tell you, even if all of you put together aren't his match. Classified according to your Chinese martial arts, he is a genuine Zongshi level master. Even I am not his opponent!"

"Zongshi?"

Hearing this, everyone from Yang Yi’s side felt a deep chill in their hearts. A Zongshi master! How many people in this world could ever step into that realm? As if seeing right through the thoughts of Yang Yi and his group, Miyamoto Taro continued his taunts without hesitation. "Oh, yes! I almost forgot, he has another title—he is Tian Er on your Chinese Dragon List!"

"Tian Er?" Yang Yi shook violently, murmuring to himself, The Chinese Dragon List has always been differentiated by the 'Tian' generation over the years, and numbers are assigned based on strength. If he is Tian Er, that means...?

His heart filled with dread. This mysterious Chinese man was actually the second-ranked supreme expert on the Chinese Dragon List. No wonder his strength was so terrifying. It was extremely difficult to skip the Zongshi level entirely when progressing from the Green-level Zongshi. Some people spent their entire lives unable to break through to the Zongshi level, yet this man before him was already at the genuine Zongshi level—meaning he had reached perfection, just one step away from the Great Zongshi realm. One could only imagine his power?...

"What, you all look quite surprised!" Miyamoto Taro looked at Yang Yi and the others with a smiling face, but the smile suddenly turned vicious. "Hurry up and move, kill him."

"Swish!" The Chinese man’s figure flickered, fast as lightning, leaving absolutely no afterimage.

"You cannot hurt him!" A delicate voice suddenly shouted loudly. Murong Lianxue abruptly stood in front of Yang Yi, spreading her arms wide to protect him.

And the Chinese man actually displayed a strange demeanor, stopping abruptly in front of Murong Lianxue, his body trembling slightly. "Gulp, gulp!" A series of eerie sounds emerged.

"Lianxue, step aside..." Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the Chinese man. His internal energy had recovered somewhat during the brief exchange of words, and he had already released his second-level Zongshi Domain. Hearing the Chinese man’s strange sound, he immediately shouted, "Quick! Get away!"

"No, Brother Yi! Leave him to me," Murong Lianxue insisted firmly, refusing to move aside.

"Leave him to you?" Yang Yi glanced at Murong Lianxue with surprise.

However, before Yang Yi could ponder further, Murong Lianxue suddenly spoke to the Chinese man, "If you want a fight, come with me!"

"Gulp, gulp!" The Chinese man only repeated that strange sound.

"Hahaha, what international joke is this? You, a mere little girl..."

Before Miyamoto Taro could finish, "Swish!" A magnificent figure and a small figure shot toward the doorway in an instant. The sudden turn of events gave Yang Yi and the others no time to react; even Miyamoto Taro was left utterly stunned.

"Brother Yi, I'll take care of him... You deal with things here! Lianxue might not be back for a while, Brother Yi, keep up the good work."

"Lianxue?" Yang Yi called out, his eyes wide with disbelief, hearing Murong Lianxue's voice fade away.

But after he called out, Murong Lianxue’s voice never reappeared. Yang Yi took a deep breath. Although he was still deeply confused, the current situation compelled him to act. He turned around, fixing his gaze on the bewildered Miyamoto Taro, and said, "Who else do you have left to send out now? Hmm?"

"Baka, baka! This is impossible. That drug was only a semi-finished product, researched for three years to yield only three pills! Impossible, impossible!" Miyamoto Taro clearly refused to believe that the Chinese man would betray his orders. He pulled out the other two controlling drugs, coldly let them fall to the ground, and smashed them with a heavy kick. "Damn it, damn it, it's garbage medicine!"

"Hmph!" Yang Yi snorted coldly and said, "Do you think drugs can truly control human beings? Yes, the human mind is indeed somewhat fragile, but don't forget that humans possess emotions. Emotion is the root of everything in this world. Do you think you can control someone's feelings?"

"Emotions?" Miyamoto Taro’s face twisted, and he sneered coldly, "Do you think having emotions makes you so great?"

"Swish!" "Peng!".......

Yang Yi’s figure collided fiercely with Miyamoto Taro’s, just as before, generating a violent surge of heat. The nearby Ten Army Generals and others were forced to retreat; the battle of Zongshi masters was not something they could get close to. However, Yang Yi’s complexion suddenly turned very pale; clearly, the damage inflicted by that mysterious Chinese man earlier was quite severe.

"Puchi!" Yang Yi felt a constriction in his throat, a gush of blood threatening to erupt, but he forcibly swallowed it back, an intensely chilling aura emanating from his body.

"Second-level Zongshi Domain?" Miyamoto Taro jolted, instantly feeling a profound sense of unease. Without hesitation, he leaped back to create distance from Yang Yi, glaring at him with indignation.

"Tsk tsk!" Yang Yi let out a dry laugh. Being able to release his mental domain brought him considerable reassurance. He had originally intended to use this domain on that Chinese man, but unexpectedly, it ended up being used on Miyamoto Taro. "Damn your ancestors, I’ll let you taste what a Mental Domain truly is."

"Mental Domain?" Miyamoto Taro’s fierce face showed a flicker of realization.

But the next moment did not permit him any lingering comprehension. Yang Yi took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing the Zhenqi wildly surging within him, and his figure vanished with extreme strangeness.

"Hmph, let’s see just how powerful this Mental Domain of yours is," Miyamoto Taro seemed unwilling to give up, holding his breath and sensing the surroundings, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Three bursts of punch energy, carrying latent heat, struck Miyamoto Taro’s body, leaving him momentarily weak and unable to move. He was horrified, "This is the Mental Domain?"

"Hahaha, what, feels good, doesn't it..." Yang Yi’s figure reappeared coldly. He continued, "Let me tell you, within the Zongshi Domain, especially the advanced second-level Mental Domain, it is considered the strongest bastion of all domains. Did you really think you could break my domain easily? Within my domain, even injured as I am now, I can still take your life!"

"Such arrogance!" Miyamoto Taro spat out, and his figure actually began to move.

"Worthy of a Green-level Zongshi, you can still move, but that's all you'll manage now." As Yang Yi’s voice fell, several throwing knives appeared from three different directions, whirling rapidly around Miyamoto Taro.

"Hmph!" Miyamoto Taro snorted coldly, seemingly feeling that Yang Yi's actions were beneath him, and easily dodged them.

But just as he thought he could now locate Yang Yi’s aura to launch an attack, "Hiss hiss!" A strange sound cut through the air.

"You..." Miyamoto Taro looked at Yang Yi, who had suddenly appeared behind him, with an expression of utter disbelief.

"Bang!" Miyamoto Taro spun around and slammed a harsh palm strike onto Yang Yi’s body. The Zongshi Domain shattered at that instant.

"Dragon Lord!" The Ten Army Generals and others cried out as they saw Yang Yi suddenly thrown backward. The Ten Army Generals instantly moved toward Yang Yi. But at that moment, Miyamoto Sakurazi flashed, and a dagger carrying a chilling, icy glint thrust forward. "Puchi!"

"Miyamoto Taro, this strike is for my father!"

"You—!" With a dagger in his back and another in his chest, Miyamoto Taro collapsed onto the ground, his face fixed in a look of utter unwillingness...