The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

The reason ninjas were so shunned wasn’t because their attacks were particularly powerful. On the contrary, in the Huaxia Martial Arts World, even a high-ranked ninja could be easily crushed by a martial artist at Dark Energy Peak! As for Demigod ninjas, they would face a total rout against an ordinary Grandmaster!

Their strength lay in their ability to become invisible and intangible. If the gap in their power levels wasn’t too great, it was extremely difficult for an ordinary Martial Artist to locate a concealed ninja. There was never enough time to see through their concealment. Besides, would a ninja ever grant you the time and space to search for their trail? Absolutely not!

In a battle of one in the open and one in the shadows, even if a ninja’s attack power couldn’t compare to a Martial Artist of the same rank, their opponent couldn’t withstand the constant attrition of sneak attacks.

Most importantly, there was poison. Every ninja was a Poison Master, and their weapons were all coated with intensely potent toxins. This was how they managed to kill so silently, despite their relatively weak physical attacks.

Under the two punches Hua Xiaotian unleashed, the two ninjas were smashed to the ground, their faces caving in as blood splattered everywhere. Their entire faces were crushed, and their life force rapidly faded under the all-out punch of a Great Grandmaster in the Transformation Realm.

"Damn it!"

The warriors of Japan had always valued the samurai spirit of dying on their feet rather than living as a fugitive, and these ninjas were no exception. The fact that Hua Xiaotian’s punch had claimed the lives of two of their comrades did not inspire the others to retreat. In truth, they had no room for retreat. The enemy’s aggressive posture was already painfully obvious. If they could have retreated, why would they have come out to face him in the first place?

SHING! SHING! SHING!

Amid furious curses, more than a dozen katanas were drawn in unison.

The next moment—

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

The sound of blades slicing through flesh rang out. Hua Xiaotian once again grit his teeth and endured more than a dozen slashes. The gushing blood turned him into a man of red, his once-billowing clothes now completely soaked. A fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his face, and he furrowed his brows slightly.

In a flash, his fists, which had paused only for an instant, smashed into the faces of two more ninjas. Another pair fell, yet the remaining ninjas still showed no sign of backing down. They raised their katanas once more and slashed down again!

Since ambushing was no longer an option and the chance to vanish had passed, their only choice was a direct confrontation. Even if it meant a fight to the bitter end and mutual destruction, they would not shrink back. In the world of the Japanese warrior, retreat was a disgrace—a disgrace that could only be cleansed by seppuku.

In less than ten seconds, the dozen or so Demigod ninjas had all fallen to the ground, their lives extinguished, their faces mangled beyond recognition.

THUD!

As the last two ninjas were dealt with, Hua Xiaotian could no longer hold himself up and collapsed. Covered in blood, his face was deathly pale. Cold sweat mixed with blood, soaking his clothes. Beads of sweat as large as beans dripped from his forehead and face.

"The katanas... they’re poisoned! A deadly poison!"

PTUI!

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, his features twisting in pain.

WEE-OOO! WEE-OOO! WEE-OOO!

Just as the words left his lips, dozens of military and police vehicles charged into the Jingguo Society compound from outside.

Qin Fan glanced at the formation and scoffed disdainfully. He then looked back at Hua Xiaotian and said, "I know the blades are poisoned. You’re lucky your Martial Arts Cultivation has already touched the threshold of the Gang Realm, or you wouldn’t have lasted this long. Just rest now and enjoy the show. Those grunts with guns and cannons aren’t suitable for you to level up against. I’ll take care of them!"

"Master Qin, I’m afraid I won’t be able to watch any show!" Hua Xiaotian said weakly, coughing up another mouthful of black blood.

Was it worth it, trading my life to take down a dozen Demigod ninjas? It seemed so utterly not worth it. If it weren’t for Qin Fan, I would have definitely used guerilla tactics, picking them off one by one. But Qin Fan’s presence had thrown me into a mad frenzy, making me disregard my own safety. To fight more than ten Demigod ninjas at once... if I survived, it would be the stuff of legends. But to perish together when escape was possible? That would undoubtedly be seen as the act of a complete idiot. I can’t even understand how I became so reckless as to pursue such pointless, mutual destruction. And what about my vow to drag the Orochi down with me? I haven’t even seen its true form yet, and now I’m going to die here in this wretched land of Japan?

"Did you think I would just stand by and watch you die?" Qin Fan asked playfully, a faint smile on his lips.

What?

Hearing this, Hua Xiaotian’s body trembled. His eyes, where consciousness had begun to fade, suddenly snapped into focus with a final burst of life. The cold sweat on his face was shaken off by the tremor.

"Master Qin, what... what did you say?" Hua Xiaotian cried out, as if grasping a life-saving rope in the depths of despair.

"Take this. Eat it and then enjoy the show," Qin Fan said with a sunny smile, retrieving an Elixir from his storage space and handing it over.

He had to admit, that trip to Medicine Valley had saved him a lot of trouble. The resources from the Spiritual Medicine Garden had turned his storage space into a veritable treasure trove. Those Elixirs might not be of much use to Cultivators, but for mere mortals, they were miracle drugs. They would work wonders not just for a Great Grandmaster in the Transformation Realm, but even for someone in the God Realm.

Taking the Elixir from Qin Fan, Hua Xiaotian popped it into his mouth without a second thought. It dissolved instantly, transforming into a warm current that spread throughout his body. In that moment, Hua Xiaotian’s deathly pale face regained its color. The potent, aggressive poison in his system immediately stopped spreading and even began to be expelled through the surface of his skin.

"Master Qin, this...!" In less than three breaths, the Elixir had produced such a heaven-defying effect. Hua Xiaotian’s eyes went wide as he cried out in disbelief.

"Just rest. And enjoy the show," Qin Fan said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder. He then turned and walked toward the Japanese military and police forces, while Hua Xiaotian stared after him, utterly dumbfounded as if looking at a Heavenly Person.

"Listen up, you in front! You are surrounded! There is absolutely no chance of escape! Surrendering is your only option! Hands on your head, now!"

They didn’t open fire right away. As Qin Fan approached, several loudspeakers blared in unison, broadcasting the message in Chinese, English, Korean, and Japanese.

Listening to the voices from the loudspeakers, Qin Fan wanted to laugh. Surrounded? No chance of escape? Surrender? As expected, every country’s authorities have the same damn propensity for spouting nonsense.

"Idiots!"

He scoffed with a dismissive shake of his head. Facing the heavily armed forces in their tight formation, Qin Fan laughed and shouted arrogantly.

"What? What did he say?" several senior officers barked, turning their heads in unison.

A Japanese police officer who understood Chinese turned pale. "He’s speaking Chinese!"

"I don’t care what language he’s speaking! What is he saying? Is he surrendering or resisting?!" a high-ranking officer roared.

However, after the officer reluctantly explained what Qin Fan had said, the faces of the commanders in charge contorted dramatically. An uncontrollable rage erupted from them as they all bellowed, "You bastards!"

Following that furious roar, another hysterical, savage command rang out.

"FIRE!"