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"Kill him!"

The Ninja Head's face was marked with black smudges, as if scorched by flames. The earlier explosion had left him slightly injured, making him look rather disheveled.

After their initial shock from the explosion, the ninja and samurai who had been blown away with the Ninja Head reacted swiftly, flashing to his side.

Two samurai wielding Wakizashi gripped their hilts, glaring fiercely at Lin Feng.

At the Ninja Head's sharp cry, the two samurai instantly blurred into motion, taking two heavy steps.

Two streaks of sword light, like the heavens being rent asunder, slashed towards Lin Feng.

Clang! Clang!

Lin Feng casually waved his sword, easily deflecting the two strikes.

"Is this all you've got? You haven't even fully mastered what you've stolen, and you dare to come back and act tough?"

Lin Feng sneered at the Ninja Head, ignoring the two samurai closing in.

"We are authentic, traditionally trained ninja! There's no 'stealing' involved!"

The two samurai in front of Lin Feng roared in anger, the veins bulging on their faces like earthworms.

Their ferocious expressions exuded a palpable aura of menace, a chilling wind blowing from them onto Lin Feng.

Lin Feng felt the cool breeze on his face, his eyes comfortably narrowing.

He raised a finger and scratched his face leisurely, looking as if he were enjoying a fan on a hot summer day.

Tsing!

Seeing Lin Feng's dismissive attitude, the two samurai felt the rage in their hearts erupt like a volcano.

They simultaneously sheathed their Wakizashi, then adopted the Battōjutsu stance once more.

Clang!!!

With a clear, ringing sound, two beams of white light, almost fused into one, swept towards Lin Feng.

The white light was like an eraser; wherever it passed, the ground was cleanly shaved away.

Lin Feng looked at the white light, a hint of interest flickering in his eyes, but only a hint.

He raised his horsetail whisk sword and simply slashed forward.

The concentrated force of the blow exceeded the power of everyone present. After a moment of silence, a bottomless fissure suddenly appeared between the two samurai.

The fissure cut straight through them, rapidly spreading towards the Ninja Head behind them.

In the blink of an eye, the Ninja Head, watching the rapidly approaching crack, mustered all his strength to dodge to the side.

The fissure didn't stop, continuing to advance.

Before anyone could react, a small mountain behind them...

Suddenly burst open with a white line from the middle, followed by plumes of smoke rising from the dense forest, startling countless animals and birds.

Under the deep night sky, when this strange white line lit up near the Japanese camp, everyone around simultaneously stopped fighting.

"What is that?!"

The experts from the Tang Clan who had followed Tang Jiaren stared in surprise at the white line that lasted for more than a second, an ominous feeling rising in their hearts.

The ninja who were entangled with them were the same.

The location of the white line was where the Ninja Head and the Great Lord were, which was extremely important to both sides.

At the center of the battlefield, the battlefield centered on Lin Feng, a scene that shocked all the Japanese unfolded.

The Ninja Head, whom they had always respected, admired, and even worshiped, was injured.

And very seriously injured.

Drip!

Drip!

Drip!

Blood, appearing somewhat blackish-red in the night, slowly dripped from the Ninja Head's severed arm. He turned his head to look at the source of the constant stinging pain, and his other, intact hand quickly tapped a few pressure points on the stump.

The Ninja Head glanced coldly at the fissure beside him, the place that had almost dragged him into hell.

At the same time, it was where one of his students had lost his life.

The young and promising student who had always followed him and acted as his translator had died just like that...

The Ninja Head's head throbbed at the thought.

What kind of move was that?

He couldn't tell; it was just a simple downward slash.

Just a simple action that you could teach a child to do in a minute.

How could it possibly generate such power?

The Ninja Head thought, the horror in his eyes growing more intense.

He was no match; they weren't even on the same level.

Escape! He had to escape!

In an instant, the Ninja Head made his decision.

"Trying to leave? Is that even possible?"

Lin Feng saw through the Ninja Head's plan, a dog-teasing smile on his face as he snorted.

He slowly, step by step, walked towards the Ninja Head.

His steps were light and relaxed, as if he were taking a stroll, not at all worried about the Ninja Head escaping.

Meanwhile, a strange, invisible barrier was slowly rising around them.

Snap!

Lin Feng crisply snapped his fingers, the sound like a death knell waking the dazed Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren had been observing the battle ever since Lin Feng discovered him, all the while searching for an opportunity to assassinate the Ninja Head.

But every time he tried to move forward, Lin Feng would subtly lock onto him with a strange and chilling intent.

Tang Jiaren didn't dare to act, afraid that he would be killed and ruin everything.

So, Tang Jiaren became a spectator to the battle.

He had witnessed the earlier slash, and it had shocked him to his core.

Tang Jiaren couldn't imagine what kind of technique, or what kind of immense power, could create such a slash.

From Lin Feng all the way to the distant hill, it was almost several kilometers away.

A slightly more powerful esper could be called an expert if they could unleash a hundred-meter slash, but several kilometers, even splitting a mountain…

This exceeded Tang Jiaren's understanding of espers.

This guy is a god!

That was the only thought in Tang Jiaren's mind.

The Ninja Head watched Lin Feng approach step by step, his body suddenly turning into a blur.

When he reappeared, the Ninja Head seemed to have crashed into an invisible barrier, his limbs splayed out against the air.

"I've set up a barrier here; you can't escape. Or perhaps, you want to call more people?"

Lin Feng stopped walking, turning to look at the Ninja Head who had crashed into the air, and said calmly.

"Damn it! If I could escape, or if we all attacked together, we could definitely kill you!"

The Ninja Head fell from the air wall, perhaps stunned from the impact.

The guy actually said something so brainless.

"Everyone come together? Sounds good!"

Upon hearing this, the smile on Lin Feng's face grew even wider.

He spread his hand and pressed it against the ground.

A Qimen formation with him as the center suddenly unfolded, encompassing all the nearby hills within a few short seconds.

The area involved was a hundred or two hundred square kilometers, almost covering the entirety of Mian Mountain.

Eight Gates! Transfer!!!

A massive spatial transfer spell unfolded with Lin Feng's angry shout.

This was the result of his research in the month after separating from Zhou Sheng, not only expanding the range of the formation he could control.

But also achieving an unimaginable level of ability in the use of spatial magic.

The two sides fighting in the surrounding dense forest simultaneously felt the abnormality in the air, and they vigilantly separated and stopped fighting.

Just as both sides thought it was the other side's doing, a dark, super-suctioning hole suddenly appeared beside each person.

Before anyone could react, they were instantly sucked into the hole.

Around Lin Feng, beside the Ninja Head, and beside Tang Jiaren, their own people began to appear continuously.

They had all been forcibly pulled here by Lin Feng's great magic, without any power to resist.