Yoshida Sōyō has already entered the ranks of half-step Heavenly Realm ninjas.
Because ninjas are elusive and use unpredictable methods, they can kill without leaving a trace, making them impossible to guard against.
Therefore, they are often much more difficult to deal with than martial artists of the same level.
"It's you bunch of dark and despicable rats again."
Ye Feng slapped him across the face.
Yoshida Sōyō's body exploded with a bang, turning into a cloud of black mist and mysteriously disappearing from the spot.
Huh?
Ye Feng was slightly surprised.
Unexpectedly, the opponent dodged his casual attack.
That slap just now, although it only used less than one-thousandth of his strength.
But it's not something an ordinary Heavenly Realm martial artist can withstand.
Yoshida Sōō actually avoided it, which is somewhat interesting.
Ye Feng barely mustered a sliver of interest.
Swish--
at the same time.
Thick black fog permeated the area around Ye Feng.
A dozen or so dark figures suddenly appeared from within the eerie black mist.
Each one was Yoshida Sōyō, wielding a long sword, slashing down at Ye Feng from mid-air. Their movements and poses were exactly the same, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.
This is a ninja illusion technique.
It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.
The real Yoshida Sōō is hidden among them.
To kill your opponent by surprise.
It's very difficult to guard against.
"A trivial skill."
Ye Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile, and a layer of purple-gold light shone in his eyes.
Under his purple-gold divine eyes, all illusions can be shattered.
A giant hand reached out and grabbed at the air, instantly shattering the dozen or so illusory clones created by Yoshida Sōyō.
They easily grabbed his body, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.
"Cough cough...I am...the Black Dragon Society's...old..."
Yoshida Sōyō struggled incessantly, like a little chick, desperately trying to break free, his eyes rolling back in his head.
However, Ye Feng's large hand remained motionless, like an iron clamp.
"Japanese ninjas, is that all they've got?"
"Your Black Dragon Society is truly a persistent ghost."
After saying that, he snapped his neck and found more than ten spirit stones on his body.
Then, a burst of spiritual energy and flames surged from his palm, burning his corpse to ashes.
After defeating Yoshida Sōyō, Ye Feng leaped across the bridge and arrived on the other side of the river.
Deep in the mountains.
He saw a woman in a long dress standing on the edge of the cliff, waiting for him for a long time; it was Jiang Yinuo.
Her skirt swayed in the wind along with her ponytail, revealing glimpses of her shapely figure, while she held half a bag of potato chips in her hand and ate them.
With her other hand, she held a phone and was watching the suspense drama "Forensic Doctor Qin Ming" with great interest, looking like a girl next door. This was completely different from the female killing god who had just been killing everyone on the battlefield.
"Seventh Senior Sister."
Ye Feng strode over.
"Xiaofeng."
Jiang Yinuo smiled, put away her phone, and rubbed her slightly sore eyes.
She was already very beautiful, but her smile made her even more stunning.
The two then talked for a long time.
Ye Feng recounted to her what had happened after he came down the mountain.
Actually, even without him saying it, Jiang Yinuo basically understood, and said with a rather helpless expression.
"Junior brother, I called you here to tell you that the bigwigs in the Ministry of War have started to pay close attention to you."
"Remember to tone it down a bit."
"However, you have made a tremendous contribution this time, and you will definitely be richly rewarded by your superiors. Those voices that are unfavorable to you should be suppressed."
"But don't be afraid. Go ahead and take your revenge. Even if the sky falls, your seventh senior sister will be there to support you."
Jiang Yinuo patted her full breasts, displaying a rather righteous and chivalrous air.
Ye Feng believed this.
If I'm in trouble, the other person will definitely stand up for me without hesitation.
"By the way, Ye Feng, you've now entered the Nascent Soul stage?"
"Just now on the battlefield, I saw you unleash the Xuanyuan Invincible Sword Formation. I'm afraid even a Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to withstand it."
"Your methods are getting increasingly ruthless!"
Recalling the terrifying scene just now, Jiang Yinuo also felt a chill run down her spine.
Ye Feng smiled.
"Of course, it's as tough as ever!"
"I have never gone soft."
Ye Feng didn't realize that his words carried a few ambiguities.
Jiang Yinuo seemed to have made a connection to something, and her pretty face flushed almost imperceptibly.
Then he silently cursed himself in his heart.
What are you all thinking about? This is my junior brother. Composing himself, he continued.
"By the way, Xiaofeng, there's something else I need to tell you."
“You’ve been investigating the whereabouts of the Seven Killings Hall, haven’t you? I’ve received information that they will be sending people to Jiangnan Prefecture next week to participate in a large-scale auction.”
Seven Killings Hall!
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.
The Seven Killings Hall was the mastermind behind the massacre of all 325 members of the Ye family.
Blood debts must eventually be repaid with blood.
I am their mortal enemy.
"Thank you, Seventh Senior Sister."
"Xiao Feng, Seventh Master has already entrusted the Dragon Soul Token to you. Why don't you come back and take charge of the Dragon Soul Hall? With the Dragon Soul Hall's powerful strength, destroying the Seven Kill Hall would be a piece of cake."
Ye Feng shook his head and said.
"I will take my own revenge."
"Besides, I don't like management, so I'll leave the Dragon Soul Hall to you to manage."
Jiang Yinuo pouted.
"But I still need to watch the show."
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