Jiangnan City was only a first-tier city in Xia Country. Naturally, it couldn't be compared to big cities like Kyoto and Shanghai. However, Jiangnan City had suddenly become lively in the past few days.
Ancient martial artists, Adepts, and even Daoists and Buddhists came to Jiangnan City one after another. Furthermore, the reporters from the various television stations came one after another. They all wanted to see what would happen if Muramasa Haoyue came to challenge Ye Xuan.
The streets were empty and the crowd was in a frenzy.
This battle had attracted the attention of the people of Xia Country. This was because the National Guardian Sword God Ye Lingtian had been defeated by the Japanese. This was something that the people of Xia Country could not accept.
Muramasa Haoyue was dressed in a Japanese samurai uniform. He was accompanied by two servants as he walked towards Qingyun Lodge. Behind him, tens of thousands of people were following quickly.
Among these people, there were Connate Stage warriors and even S-Class ability users. There were important figures from various factions, famous people from the three worlds of the military, politics, and business, as well as ordinary people of Xia Country. Naturally, there were also reporters from major television stations.
There were all kinds of people from all walks of life. This battle affected the hearts of everyone in Xia Country. This was because this was a battle of dignity for Xia Country. If they lost to a warrior from a small country, how could Xia Country establish itself in the world?
Muramasa Haoyue smiled, but his smile was filled with disdain. He wanted to kill Ye Xuan in front of everyone in Xia Country. He wanted to let these stupid people know who was the top expert in the East.
In front of Qingyun Lodge.
Fatso Huang and Gu Beichen stood side by side. The two Death God's personal guards stood on both sides of the door. When the sound of heavy footsteps came from afar, Fatso Huang's lips curled into a sinister smile. He whispered to Gu Beichen, "Beichen, watch carefully. Watch how I kill this trash."
"Ha!"
Gu Beichen sneered. "Fatso Huang, the opponent's weapon is the Demon Blade Muramasa. Even Ye Lingtian was defeated by him. Although you're despicable and scheming, I'd like to see how you'll explain to Mr. Ye if you fail."
"Heh, he's just a mere Japanese pirate. Killing him is as easy as flipping my hand." Fatso Huang said savagely.
While the two were talking, Muramasa Haoyue had already arrived in front of the Clear Sky Villa. It was also at this time that the reporters from various major TV stations took photos. All kinds of flashes were extremely dazzling, and there were even noises coming from the crowd.
"My master, Muramasa Haoyue, has come today to challenge Mr. Ye Xuan. This is my master's letter of challenge. Mr. Ye Xuan, please come out and fight."
One of the servants had an arrogant look on his face as he threw the golden invitation at Fatty Huang.
After receiving the letter of challenge, Fatso Huang smiled slightly. Under the cameras of major TV stations, he tore up the letter of challenge and threw it on the ground. This also made Haoyue Muramasa's face change slightly. He looked at Fatso Huang with a cold murderous look.
"How could a mere Wokou be worthy of my master's attention?"
Hua!
Following Fatso Huang's words, an uproar came from the crowd. Everyone's faces were filled with surprise. Could it be that this Mr. Ye did not intend to accept Muramasa Haoyue's challenge?
"Ye Xuan is only so-so. It seems that he is just a person with an undeserved reputation."
Muramasa Haoyue walked forward with large strides, the aura around his body was extremely cold. He even turned around and sneered at the many people of China, "The dignified China, actually has no one who is my match. Since this Ye Xuan refuses to fight, then I'll personally tear down his Clear Sky Pavilion and kill him under my blade. I'll let you foolish people of China experience the power of my Japanese martial artists."
Humiliation, undisguised humiliation. When Muramasa Haoyue said these words, not only the people of China present, but even the people of China sitting in front of the TV, everyone's faces flushed red as anger rose in their hearts.
"Friend, please come out and fight, Mr. Ye."
"That's right. If even Mr. Ye avoids the battle, wouldn't all the countries in the world mock China for having no one?"
"Mr. Ye, please fight."
The crowd's emotions surged like waves. All sorts of pleading voices could be heard, and this also made Muramasa Haoyue sneer. He looked at Fatso Huang with an extremely mocking gaze.
"Everyone, please be quiet. Don't disturb my master's afternoon nap."
Fatso Huang's expression turned cold. He knew very well that Ye Xuan was currently taking a nap. If he couldn't even handle such a small matter, wouldn't he be blamed by Ye Xuan?
"Afternoon nap?"
"This … this …?"
A surprised voice came from the crowd. No one expected that Mr. Ye would still be taking a nap at such a critical moment.
"Hmph, you're just putting on an act. Let me tear down your Clear Sky Villa and see where this coward is hiding."
Muramasa Haoyue said coldly. When he took a step forward, he suddenly appeared in front of the door. His surroundings were filled with violent aura. It was obvious that he was about to smash the door and force his way in.
"Little pirate, you're courting death."
The corner of Fatso Huang's mouth curled into a sinister smile. A bloody light spread out from his body. His fleshy palm strangely turned into a pale green color, and a stench filled the air.
"Corpse Poison Palm."
Fatso Huang suddenly slammed his palm towards Muramasa Haoyue. The terrifying Absolute Poison Astral Wind instantly enveloped this person, causing Muramasa Haoyue's expression to change greatly. His footsteps violently retreated. With a light flick of his sleeve, a gust of astral wind appeared, blowing the Absolute Poison Astral Wind that enveloped him into the distance.
Sizzle!
A terrifying scene appeared. A hundred-year-old tree in the distance was infected by the Absolute Poison Astral Wind. The tree instantly withered, and the green leaves turned yellow. In just a few breaths of time, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the hundred-year-old tree turned into a pile of wood dregs. The terrifying scene was extremely shocking.
"What a sinister palm technique!"
The corner of Muramasa Haoyue's mouth twitched. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart. If he hadn't retreated quickly, he would have definitely suffered a great loss from this sinister palm technique.
At this moment!
Muramasa Haoyue's arrogance was no longer there. He finally looked at Fatso Huang seriously. He slowly raised the Muramasa Demon Blade in his hand. His eyes were filled with terrifying killing intent as he looked at Fatso Huang.
"To be able to cultivate such a sinister palm technique, it seems that you are not a kind person. You are qualified to die under the Muramasa Demon Blade."
The black cloth wrapped around the demonic blade slowly unraveled, and a dark, cold light slowly bloomed, causing the faint howls of ghosts to resound from all directions, causing everyone present to feel a chill run down their spines.
"Be careful, this Muramasa Demon Blade is extremely evil. Sword God Ye was defeated by this blade." A Connate Realm warrior loudly reminded Fatso Huang, afraid that Fatso Huang didn't know the power of this blade.
"Muramasa Demon Blade?"
"I'm afraid you can't use this blade, right?"
Fatso Huang smiled sinisterly. A smug look appeared in his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly attacked. A pair of pale green palms violently slammed towards Muramasa Haoyue.
"You are courting death."
Muramasa Haoyue said coldly. He held the demon blade with both hands and suddenly raised it. It was as if he would kill Fatso Huang in the next moment.
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