Emperor Shinobi, Ryūjin Kame

"Hey, if you have any special moves, just use them. Your Grandpa Fire is here to take them on, stop playing tricks."

The Fire Kirin curled its lip in disdain.

Hua Qiang glanced at the already miserable Ryūjin Seiyun, and his expression turned serious.

After all, Flowing Blade Fire's attack power was very strong.

Judging from his current appearance, he seems to have an even more powerful secret weapon, which he should take seriously.

We can't let the Fire Kirin suffer a loss.

I have to take care of my new pet brother to some extent.

Ryūjin Seiyun glanced at Yokoyama Sakurako, who was still clinging to Hua Qiang, and mentally cursed her ancestors for eighteen generations, especially the women, not knowing how many times he had cursed them.

Then, gritting his teeth, he pulled out a stone-like object and shouted, "Grandpa, come save me!"

He crushed the stone.

Hua Qiang was completely dumbfounded by what he saw.

What era are we living in?

Isn't calling for backup done via mobile phone?

Using such an ancient method as Sound Transmission Stone is so outdated!

And this stuff is ridiculously expensive!

In a valley shrouded in mist like a light veil, rarely visited by people, it seems to have been forgotten by time.

In the valley, vegetation grows freely, and the lush green leaves sway gently in the breeze, making a soft rustling sound, as if whispering secrets unknown to others.

An ancient thatched hut stands quietly in the middle.

The thatched roof of the hut has turned slightly yellow from the wear and tear of time, yet it blends perfectly with its surroundings, exuding a simple and tranquil atmosphere.

Inside the thatched hut, an old man with white hair and beard sat cross-legged.

His hair was tied in a samurai bun, with a few strands of white hair hanging down on both sides of his face, which made his face look even more slender.

Although the samurai uniform he wore was old, it was neatly maintained, and every crease seemed to hold a story of the past.

Beside him, a large, blood-red halberd lay quietly, its body radiating a chilling light, as if silently recounting its glorious past.

At this moment, the old man's eyes were closed, his expression was solemn, and a faint Spiritual Power light seemed to flow around his body.

He was channeling his Spiritual Power with all his might, trying to break free from the shackles that had bound him for so long.

As the Spiritual Power surged, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred up, emitting a slight buzzing sound.

The old man's breathing gradually became deep and slow, each breath seeming to Heaven-Earth Resonance.

Fine beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the futon beneath him.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the entire valley was immersed in a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Suddenly, the old man's Spiritual Power shone brightly, and a powerful aura burst forth from his body.

The blood-red halberd seemed to be drawn by some force, and began to tremble slightly.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.

A low shout came from his mouth, and his voice echoed throughout the valley, lingering for a long time.

Hahahaha!

The old man laughed heartily, even gesturing wildly.

After so many years, he has finally taken another step forward. He is only one step away from that legendary realm.

Once he takes that step, his lifespan will increase by a thousand years, and he will also control even more terrifying power.

He wants to go to the Holy Realm, to the place where the saints live, to comprehend the great universe, and become an immortal or a god!

The air vibrated, and then a voice came from behind.

"Grandpa, come save me!"

The old man's expression changed, and he angrily cursed, "Baka! Which bastard dares to touch my grandson, Ryūjin Kame? I will tear you to pieces!"

Aiming in one direction, taking a step forward, the figure disappears from sight.

"Kid, I thought you were going to use some ultimate move, but it turns out you're just calling for reinforcements."

That makes sense, though. For you two-legged creatures, calling for reinforcements is indeed your ultimate, most desperate measure.

"Uncle Huo, just wait and see what kind of turtle bastard you can shake out."

At worst, we'll kick them one by one; we'll kill them but not bury them!

The Fire Kirin got more and more excited as it talked, and even started gesturing wildly.

Hua Qiang's face turned a little red. This idiot was a bit embarrassing.

Yokoyama Sakurako was amused by the performance of the Fire Kirin and laughed heartily.

Already consumed by love turned to hate, and filled with resentment, Ryūjin Seiyun coughed up a mouthful of blood.

It's bad enough that he was bullied by a beast, but the Goddess he admired actually laughed?

What the hell do you mean by laughing?

We are one country, one nation!

How could you side with outsiders? He was so deeply in love with her.

It's true that all my sincerity was wasted.

Yokoyama Sakurako had no idea what Yagyu Ryūjin Seiyun thinking, but she was sure she would yell at him.

"Pooh!"

"When have I ever accepted your love?"

Whoever you love, I have nothing to do with you.

"I'm just a woman from Hua Qiang, don't bother me with this!"

Just as the Fire Kirin was eloquently displaying its eloquence, an old man with pubic hair and a beard appeared in the air.

"You bastard, you're the one who bullied my grandson, you're going to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryūjin Kame raised his hand and slapped the Fire Kirin across the chest.

"Holy crap! Who the hell are you, old man? How dare you ambush your Uncle Huo?"

You have no sportsmanship whatsoever!

The Fire Kirin twisted its body and teleported hundreds of meters away, dodging the palm strike.

Judging from the aura emanating from the old man, he was actually at the peak of the Emperor Shinobi.

Damn it, this is a formidable opponent, not to be underestimated.

The Fire Kirin's body trembled, then it spun around and transformed into a giant drill, crashing into the old man.

Ryūjin Kame's eyes narrowed, his body swayed, and he vanished without a trace.

"Damn it, you bastard, why are you hiding? If you've got the guts, fight me head-on!"

The Fire Kirin, having encountered nothing, couldn't help but curse loudly.

Ryūjin Kame appeared behind the Fire Kirin and kicked it out.

"Damn it, I'll kick you to death, you beast!"

Sensing danger behind it, the Fire Kirin quickly stuck out its rear end.

A stream of gas, tinged with yellow smoke yet incredibly foul-smelling, gushed out.

"Damn it! You damned beast, you actually tried to deal with me with farts."

"If I don't die today, I won't slay Ryūjin Kame!"

The Fire Kirin's expression was exaggerated. "Holy crap! This is absolutely hilarious!"

Oh no, I'm dying of laughter!

Ryūjin Kame, you little rascal, you've got a pretty good name!

"If you want to be a turtle, then don't get involved in this mess. Otherwise, I'll beat you to a pulp today!"

Ah--

The Ryūjin Kame was so enraged by the Fire Kirin that it almost ascended to heaven.

"You beast, how dare you insult me! Take this!"

He raised the "Blood Fiend Demon Drink" sword high in his hand and slashed down with all his might.