Hearing Yang Yi's strange, husky voice, the air rippled violently, and with successive whooshes, figures materialized from the atmosphere, rushing toward the shattered glass window.

Yang Yi, his body trembling, hastily gathered Feng Shi, his breath catching in a hoarse cry: "Yanran, Yanran!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Feng Shi convulsed, her eyes, previously softly closed, drifting slightly open. She whispered weakly, "Young Master, I'm fine, it's just a bullet wound to my waist!"

"Someone!" Yang Yi saw it—the blood slowly welling up around Feng Shi's waist—and roared the command.

"Dragon Lord!"

"Less talk, get the car ready immediately." Yang Yi, his face etched with tension, swiftly pressed several points on Feng Shi's waist, temporarily sealing the acupuncture points to slow the bleeding. His technique was based on the early training from Yang Yitian; the waist was ultimately a fatal spot for humans, and even a slight misplacement, though applied from the back, could mean death. Seeing Feng Shi’s face pale but the bleeding stopped, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gently lifting her and moving toward the doorway.

"They've spotted us; the target wasn't taken down in one blow. Prepare to move!" A black-masked figure commanded, and the twenty-plus other black-masked assassins following him nodded in unison.

These twenty men were undoubtedly killers, but not ordinary ones. They belonged to the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild, all masters at the Grandmaster level or above. For the Blood-Weeping Guild to mobilize such destructive force indicated the kind of person behind the astronomical bounty placed on Yang Yi.

Meanwhile, far away in a Western nation, a young man silently appeared within a castle that resembled a palace. He was dressed in immaculate black evening wear, radiating aristocratic elegance, and his features were clean, marking him as a handsome youth. He was not Chinese; to be precise, he was a pure-blooded Englishman—undeniably a nobleman.

"How did the arrangement go?" From the shadows within the palace, a middle-aged man stood perpetually, his features and figure obscured by the darkness. Only two eyes, terrifying and seemingly demonic, pierced the gloom.

"It is done. A staggering bounty on that man's life—truly effective. And making them fight each other is even better," the handsome English youth remarked, a wry smirk playing on his lips as he casually sucked on something.

"Hmph. Anyone who dares impede our progress must die," the middle-aged man scoffed, a chilling aura flashing in his eyes. "And what preparations are underway with the Laisai family?"

"As per Father's instructions, most of our people have slowly encircled them. With but a single order from you, Father, we can immediately overrun the Laisai family and secure total control!" The English youth addressing the middle-aged man as "Father" suggested his own status was far from ordinary.

"Good. And what word from the Royal House?" the middle-aged man inquired thoughtfully.

"Nothing definitive yet, but they seem to have dispatched several knights to assist us in opposition!"

"Good, very good."

"But Father, when do you intend to make the move?"

"Not yet. When that man is truly dead, that will be our perfect moment. And only then can we deal with that faction of his in China... Heh heh!" As he spoke, the middle-aged man let out a sinister chuckle that astonished the English youth beside him, who then joined in with a laugh of his own.

Back in China at this moment, near Yang Yi's villa, twenty Grandmaster-level assassins were no joke. Five clutched sleek black sniper rifles, while the rest were armed with scimitars and pistols, showing highly specialized weaponry.

"They're here! Attack!" a slightly older black-masked man shouted.

But simultaneously with his cry, six silhouettes materialized before them. Their faces were icy cold, clad in grey robes, their eyes blazing with murderous intent. Tian Cong spoke without preamble: "The Dragon Lord is enraged. Leave no one alive, except for five snipers!"

It must be said, Tian Cong was exceptionally astute. Understanding that the source of such fury must personally end the lives of those responsible, he delivered that command before launching his attack.

Swish, swish! Whoosh, whoosh!...

Instantly, the twenty figures and the six figures clashed. The power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was undeniable, but as the old adage goes, two fists cannot fight four hands. These men were Martial Grandmasters, not gods or immortals. They had merely reached the pinnacle of what a martial artist could attain. Thus, despite their individual skill vastly surpassing their opponents, they maintained absolute vigilance.

Bang! Bang! Gunshots rang out amidst the sounds of combat.

Meanwhile, on Yang Yi's side, he was absolutely furious. He had been secretly pleased that Dongfang Shiling would soon bring him capable personnel to carve out new achievements in the Shanghai region, yet he had neglected his vigilance, resulting in Feng Shi being shot in the waist.

A six-centimeter diameter bullet, five centimeters wide, capable of reaching targets at three hundred meters per second—this was no trivial firearm. And judging by the situation, the bullet was still lodged in Feng Shi’s waist. Yang Yi worried whether internal organs like the kidney might have been hit, as this type of round was significantly longer than standard pistol ammunition. His expression grew grim.

Fatty Lin and the others, rushing down after hearing the commotion below, saw Yang Yi’s dark countenance. Fatty Lin understood his worry and quickly intervened as Yang Yi moved toward the car keys: "Brother Yi, leave sending Feng Shi to the hospital to us!"

Yang Yi frowned, glancing at him, unwilling to tolerate any delay. "Fine. You take her immediately, and call me if anything unexpected happens!"

"Understood!" Fatty Lin and the others piled into the car and sped toward the Shanghai hospital.

Once the vehicle was gone, Yang Yi, gritting his teeth, seemed to unleash all his suppressed rage. His eyes turned blood-red from the fury, and the innate, chilling aura surrounding him intensified. With a flash, his figure darted away, moving like a leopard hunting in the deep night.

"Open fire! Their strength is too great, quickly!" A middle-aged masked man shouted as his comrades fell one by one. He felt a chilling dread. Though he was also a Grandmaster, facing these six figures who seemed vastly superior to them, he now realized this mission was turning disastrously difficult.

In truth, they didn't know that after this confrontation, the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild, facing Yang Yi, the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the Ten Army Generals in Britain, would be utterly annihilated by fewer than twenty people—this skirmish was merely the trigger.

Boom, boom! The gunfire erupted fiercely.

Whoosh, whoosh! Figures dodged with phantom-like agility.

Tian Cong roared, "Grandmaster First Level Domain!"

Boom! An invisible, crimson flame seemed to ignite from friction in the air, immediately drawing screams of agony. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Damn it! Is that the Grandmaster Domain?" The middle-aged masked man shrieked upon seeing the fire erupting from thin air. He immediately bellowed, "Quick! Snipers, fire into that mass of flames! Now!"

But before the masked man's order could be executed, a silhouette appeared. He was radiating pure fury, his eyes glowing blood-red—a look suggesting a bloodthirsty frenzy. He raised one hand, pointing a finger toward the sky, and roared, "Grandmaster Second Level Domain!"

Swish! A bizarre sound accompanied a sudden, unnatural gust of wind that swept through the area.

Subsequently, everyone fighting—including the Six Paths of Reincarnation members—froze mid-action. Swish, swish! The wind continued to blow gently, but the surrounding air abruptly chilled. The sounds of surrounding activity faded until only silence could be clearly heard, a silence punctuated only by ragged breaths and the frantic beating of hearts.

"This is the Dragon Lord's true strength?" Tian Cong gasped in awe. Due to the memory-altering drugs fed to Miyamoto Taro, he had forgotten the intensity of their previous battle. Now, he watched in astonishment as a milky-white wind began to bloom from the tip of Yang Yi's finger, radiating outward. What level of power was required to manifest a Domain this vast, let alone a Second Level one?

The wind continued to blow. Though the assassins felt the breeze was oddly serene, the danger it contained was immense. After all, the more tranquil the wind appeared, the deadlier its inherent attack power. Yang Yi's blood-red eyes flashed with a sharp, crimson light, and his body vanished. His voice, however, echoed: "The five snipers, I will execute them personally. The six of you, finish everyone else quickly."

"Yes!" The Six Paths of Reincarnation responded, their movements immediately becoming far more agile than before. Perhaps spurred by the overwhelming sense of danger emanating from Yang Yi's Domain, it had intensely stimulated their own latent desire for slaughter.