Yoshio Matsuoka's expression shifted, then he looked up, his expression turning serious: "Where did those monks go?"

"You mean those monks from the Ruzi sect of Dawuxiang Temple? Sorry, I killed them all," Ye Xingchen said.

"What do you mean? Do you have a grudge against these people from the Great Temple of No Return?" Yoshio Matsuoka's expression behind his ferocious mask was unpredictable.

He couldn't discern Ye Xingchen's background, nor could he guess Ye Xingchen's intentions.

He only had a vague feeling that the young man in front of him might ruin his big plans.

"There's no great hatred involved. I just don't like them and want to sabotage their good fortune, is that so wrong?" Ye Xingchen said leisurely.

"Heh, kid, keep playing with fire." Yoshio Matsuoka slowly raised his head, his expression behind the mask appearing extremely sinister.

He had killed countless people, his hands were stained with blood, and after decades of worship, he had already begun to resemble a god.

If given more time and more blood and food, he can become an evil god.

At that time, probably no one in the world will be able to control him.

But this young man of unknown origin ruined his plans.

Moreover, he sensed that this young man didn't seem like someone to be trifled with.

Yoshio Matsuoka had his confidence and pride. He felt that the group of Chinese people had been planning for so long, and it was impossible for a young man to ruin their big plan.

“You’re right. I’ve been playing with fire all along. Those who have offended me are now buried with grass growing two meters high on their graves.” Ye Xingchen laughed as he looked at Matsuoka Yoshio.

“You have never offended me, but you are an unpardonable war criminal. The blood of 100,000 Chinese soldiers and civilians must be paid for. Even if you are already dead, I will still grind your bones to dust.”

"Heh, you think you can do this?" Yoshio Matsuoka's pupils contracted slightly, and his eyes glowed with an eerie red light.

“That’s right, me alone.” Ye Xingchen nodded slightly. “And do you really think those people genuinely want to help you? They’re just using you to restore your kingdom.”

"At that time, they will lock you in their ancestral land and continuously extract your power to nourish their dragon veins."

"Even if you become an evil god, you will only be a puppet in their hands until all your power is drained from you, at which point you will have no further use."

“Hehe, I inherited the title of the Matsuoka family. My grandfather, Matsuoka Hanayoshi, was also a very famous figure.” Matsuoka Yoshio laughed: “I led my family’s warriors to conquer China, and I have already figured out the thoughts of you Chinese people.”

"Do you really think I wouldn't have noticed anything when those members of the former royal family were plotting something?"

"I'm just using them. Once I've reached that power and become an evil god, do you really think they can control me? At that time, I will raise an army of the undead and sweep across the land to restore the glory of my Fusang Empire."

"When the time comes, our undead legion, composed of Japanese men, will trample your China underfoot, and no one will be able to stop us."

"As expected, you're not that simple. It's a pity that those people with the surname Jin think they have you under control." Ye Xingchen frowned. Matsuoka Yoshio was a ruthless and cunning man with a keen strategic vision and profound scheming.

Placing this family in a stupa, where they are summoned by the dead, and then feeding them with blood to turn them into evil gods, is not a good idea in itself.

Once this guy grows up, the first thing he'll do is devour those who helped him.

And what is this undead legion he's talking about? Could it be an Eastern army that's been dead for many years? If this guy's power grows and he gains godhood, he'll become a true evil god.

He has the full ability to resurrect this undead army, and then the world will inevitably descend into chaos.

"Hahaha, our Matsuoka family has been loyal to the Emperor our whole lives and worships the Emperor God. They want to control me? Dream on." Matsuoka Yoshio laughed loudly, staring coldly at Ye Xingchen.

Behind that cold, dark red mask lay a sinister smile: "It's a pity you came too early. If you had come a year later, those eleven ghost servants would have been fully grown, and I would have devoured them and turned them into evil gods."

"I'll save myself a lot of trouble then. Damn it, your appearance ruined my plans."

"A wicked creature like you will be punished by Heaven, and I represent Heaven." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, playing with the copper ball in his hand.

"It's a pity you're not under the jurisdiction of the Underworld, otherwise Fearless could have devoured you just now."

"But it doesn't matter. Although you have already begun to possess divine qualities, you are still a soul after all and have not become a true evil god. In that case, you will be much easier to deal with."

"What do you want?" Yoshio Matsuoka stared intently at Ye Xingchen.

"What do you think?" Ye Xingchen retorted, but stared at Matsuoka Kazuo with a mocking look.

"Heh, kid, you're too young." Yoshio Matsuoka laughed dismissively: "Your ancestors were all people of strategy and courage, but they spoke very highly of me."

"Indeed, they have a very high opinion of you. It is undeniable that you are a military genius with strategic vision." Ye Xingchen nodded slowly.

"Some of your classic battles have even been included in military textbooks, which is enough to show that our ancestors respected you as an opponent."

"But so what? Now you're nothing but a lost soul."

Yoshio Matsuoka slowly raised the massive samurai sword in his hand: "Lone ghosts? I haven't fought anyone in years. Today, I'll show you the strength of the Matsuoka family."

With a roar, Yoshio Matsuoka rushed forward, sword in hand, dragging his massive samurai sword. The tip of the sword seemed almost solid, leaving a trail of sparks as he rapidly approached Ye Xingchen.

Ye Xingchen pointed forward with his right hand, and the Crimson Sky Sword in his hand transformed into three sword beams.

With a loud shout, Yoshio Matsuoka closed in on Ye Xingchen. He raised his katana high and swung it down at Ye Xingchen's head.

The katana in his hand was an heirloom passed down through generations. It was used in a battle where Yoshio Matsuoka died on the battlefield, and our side also paid a heavy price.

Because they respected him as a military genius, they buried his body along with his sword, which is now considered to be one with him and extremely powerful.

With a roar, the large sword slashed down toward Ye Xingchen's head.

Ye Xingchen simply made a move with his right hand, and Chi Xiao blocked his way.

Clang, clang, clang! The two exchanged three sword strikes in an instant.

After the three sword strikes, the two retreated, with Yoshio Matsuoka slightly bending one leg, assuming a standard attack stance.

He still gripped his katana tightly in his hand, and his eyes appeared increasingly scarlet and eerie.