Bang!
Jiang Tian forcefully squeezed out a formless spell's mental power, causing it to explode in all directions.
"How can his body be so strong?"
"It seems to be made of steel. Is he an unkillable cockroach?"
Meanwhile, Ampere Qingkong and the other powerful magicians all took a step back, staring at Jiang Tian in shock and fear.
"I can't accept this! How can I die?"
At this moment, Yinggou suddenly let out an extremely shrill howl. In the end, his body stiffened, and he stopped struggling and became motionless.
His body had shrunk to the size of a five or six-year-old child. He was all skin and bones. His eye sockets were sunken.
On the bluestone ground, there were messy scratches with bloodstains. He had actually used both of his hands to forcefully grab the ground. It could be seen how much pain he had suffered before he died.
The blood ball in Jiang Tian's hand had shrunk to the size of a fist. It had absorbed all of Yinggou's Blood Qi.
"What …"
"Is Lord Yinggou really dead?"
"What should we do …"
Everyone was terrified, their eyes filled with fear.
The Japanese Overlords didn't dare to attack anymore. They backed away step by step.
Kang Tae-chu was too terrifying. He could even kill Yinggou. He was like a demon from hell.
"Master Kang, please spare my life!"
Miyamoto Takeo was overwhelmed by despair and fear. He knelt on the ground and trembled.
Lord Yinggou!
Although the new God fed on flesh and blood and didn't rely on Soul Energy, he was powerful enough to suppress some of the older Shikigami. He was much more powerful than the average Kendo Grand Teachers and Immortal Ninjas.
And yet, he had been sucked dry by Jiang Tian.
"Master Kang, please spare our lives. We are willing to follow Master Kang. We will fight wherever you point!"
"Grandmaster Jiang, we submit. Please spare our lives!"
Fear seemed to be contagious. The other Japanese Overlords all knelt on the ground, fearing that Jiang Tian would kill them.
No matter if they were Kendo masters, first-class ninjas, or gang members …
At this moment, all of them were kneeling on the ground in submission, worshipping Jiang Tian as if they were worshipping a god.
Some were even bawling loudly with snot bubbles coming out of their noses. That kind of ugliness was simply indescribable.
In the end, even An Pei Qingkong knelt down.
His aged face was covered in humiliation, sorrow, and despair, and he kept silent as if he was at the mercy of others.
Yin-Yang Masters had frail physical bodies. They relied entirely on controlling spirits and controlling ghosts to kill their enemies. Yinggou was already dead, so they could only use their spells.
He had lost his backing and was no match for Jiang Tian's saber.
"Don't you East Asians claim to uphold the Samurai spirit of honor, loyalty, courage, righteousness, propriety, sincerity, restraint, and benevolence, and would rather die than submit?"
Jiang Tian put his hands behind his back and asked with interest.
"That was in the past. We have to keep up with the times! We respect the strong, and we will submit to whoever is strong! "
Miyamoto Takeo was like a loyal dog that had just met its master. He squeezed out a flattering smile and moved his knees toward Jiang Tian.
"Master Kang, we are willing to submit to you and be your lackeys. I am a Kendo Master, which is equivalent to a Grandmaster in Hua Xia! They are quite powerful too … "
At this moment, he still had some confidence in himself.
After all, they were all powerful fighters, and Jiang Tian would need their help if he wanted to take over South Korea.
"You are just a bunch of East Asians! How dare you be my lackeys!"
To their surprise, Jiang Tian smirked and swung his right hand. The little black flying dagger shot out again. Sizzle!
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Sizzle! Blood splattered everywhere, and many East Asians were beheaded before they could even scream.
The little black flying dagger was also faster than the speed of sound, and these people were killed before they could react.
Even Miyamoto Takeo did not manage to escape. His head was sliced open by the black flying dagger.
"Master Kang … If you kill me, you will regret it!"
Only Ampere Clear Sky managed to let out a cry of surprise.
"Huh? Why? "
Jiang Tian's Divine Will moved.
The little black flying dagger stopped three inches away from Ampere Clear Sky's chest.
"Master Kang, please spare my life …" Ampere Clear Sky's face was pale, and his lips were trembling.
"I thought you had some backbone, but you are just the same. You also know how to beg for your life!"
Jiang Tian clasped his hands behind his back and sneered. "Tell me, why should I spare your life? Why would I regret it if I don't? "
"Master Kang, the Ampere family is one of the top Yin Yang Master families in East Asia, and we rule over Kyushu!"
Ampere Clear Sky trembled. "Also, the Ampere family worships Nomiya Shrine, one of the four major shrines in East Asia. A real god is sleeping there, and he is ten times more powerful than Yinggou …"
"So what? I said before, I want to exterminate them all, not leaving a single one alive! "Jiang Tian said with a cold smile.
Ampere Clear Sky wanted to scare Jiang Tian, but seeing that his plan had failed, he quickly came up with another plan.
"Grandmaster Jiang, if you insist on destroying these shrines, I can act as your guide …"
"What the hell, a guide …"
Jiang Tian said with a face full of shock, "Your shamelessness has refreshed my understanding of the lower limits!"
"Master Kang, I advise you not to do anything to these shrines …"
Ampere Qingkong tried his best to persuade him, "Those shrines are the symbol of the Japanese people's spirit and faith. Many military and political officials have to pay their respects to them. If you destroy those shrines, you will become the enemy of the entire Japan. At that time, I'm afraid that the Self-Defense Forces will take action. Even if you are an Immortal State Warrior, I am afraid … "
"Hey, are you threatening me?"
Jiang Tian glared at him, as if to say, "Kid, I finally got you."
"My lord, I wouldn't dare! I am just giving you a friendly reminder. "
Ampere Clear Sky was so shocked that he almost jumped out of his seat and shouted.
He was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. This Grandmaster Jiang was too temperamental. If he wanted to condemn someone, he could easily find a pretext.
"I am going to kill you anyway!"
Jiang Tian sent out his Divine Will.
Xiao Hei's flying blade pierced through his chest.
"Demon! You are a bloodthirsty demon! I will send you to the eighteenth level of hell! "
An Pei Qing Kong fell to the ground on his back, blood spurting out of his chest. He screamed angrily, but his breathing was weak.
"You East Asian bastards are the real murderous beasts. You have committed countless crimes in Hua Xia. If you like to kill, you should be prepared to be killed!"
Jiang Tian sneered and walked toward Ampere Clear Sky. Lin Fan was feeling great. Killing the Japanese was too satisfying.
Although he had a personal grudge against the Hua Xia Society in Singapore, he did not feel so good about it. After all, many of them were descendants of Hua Xia.
However, the East Asian bastards were different. He didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt.
Especially the generation of Jiang Tian's great-grandfather. It was unknown how many people had died in the Jinling massacre.
"If you kill me, you will regret it!"
Seeing Jiang Tian walk toward him, Ampere Clear Sky grinned and said viciously: "There are four top Shrines in East Asia and each of them has a different Divine Power. Hehe, even if you are an Immortal State Warrior, you won't be able to defend yourself against me without my guidance. You will die without my help! Hehe … Hehe … "
"Idiot, do you think you can fool me?"
Jiang Tian reached out and grabbed Ampere Clear Sky's head. His five fingers pierced deep into Ampere Clear Sky's skull like steel hooks.
At the same time, Jiang Tian's Divine Will drilled into Ampere Clear Sky's mind.
The Soul Searching Technique was a cultivation technique that allowed one's Divine Sense to be cultivated to a high level. It defied the heavens and went against the laws of nature.
Even though Jiang Tian had reached the fifth level of Qi Refinement and could easily erase someone's memory, he couldn't use the Art of Soul Searching, especially when Yin-Yang Masters were Soul Cultivators.
However, Jiang Tian had beaten him half to death. His mind was filled with negative emotions such as pain, hatred, and despair. Therefore, the Art of Soul Searching was a piece of cake.
Suddenly, images of the East Asian cultivation world appeared in Jiang Tian's mind. Jiang Tian took all of Ampere Clear Sky's memories.
Meanwhile, Ampere Clear Sky's body twitched violently. Blood spurted out from his eyes, nose, mouth, and mouth. In the end, his eyes dimmed and he passed away.
At this time, Li Jinzhu had already walked quickly behind Jiang Tian and stood respectfully, looking at Jiang Tian's back with eyes full of admiration.
He had killed Yinggou and many Overlords on his own and saved Lord Tanjun's family. If the news spread to East Asia, it would cause a huge uproar.
When Li Jinzhu, Li Jianxi and the others arrived at Lord Tanjun's Taoist Palace, they were all stunned.
Hundreds of Lord Tanjun's disciples were lying on the ground, motionless. Each of them was as thin as a mummy.
Their robes were rotten and dirty, and there was a large wound on their necks and spines. Pus and blood were constantly flowing out, and the stench was overwhelming.
"Grandpa! What's wrong with you? "Li Jinzhu hugged an old man and began to cry loudly.
This old man was the Sect Master of Lord Tanjun's Taoist Palace, the heir of the family and the one who had adopted Li Jinzhu.
He used to be as strong as a Transcendent Grandmaster, but then, his yellow hair had fallen off and blue veins were popping out on his scalp. He looked haggard and skinny, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
"Jinzhu, we've been used by someone. I thought An Pei Qing Kong would help us. Who would have thought that he only treated us as blood slaves, as resources to improve his cultivation …"
Old Palace Master Tan Jun was barely breathing. Two streams of tears flowed out of his sunken eyes as he choked with sobs.
"Yinggou is a flesh-eating zombie, not an Entity. Your Senior Uncles and I have been sucked dry by him for half a year and lost all our power. I'm afraid we won't make it … "
Seeing this, Jiang Tian remained calm, but he heaved a sigh in his mind.
He had seen too many similar things in the Cultivation World.
Many cultivators and sects thought they had made a fortune when others gave them cultivation arts, cultivation resources and other benefits.
But there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world!
In the end, they were all used as cauldrons and even absorbed by a sect.
It was indeed important to be good at using other things in cultivation.
However, one couldn't rely on others and lose their independence. Otherwise, they would be doomed eternally.
"Grandpa, you must be able to save us …"
Li Jinzhu pointed at Jiang Tian with tears in her eyes.
"This is Grandmaster Jiang, the number one grandmaster in Huaxia. He has already killed Yinggou and those Japanese villains. He has unfathomable abilities and will definitely be able to save you!"
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