These were the true powerhouses of the Blood Dragon Clan, possessing strength beyond that of ordinary jonin. With the formidable ocular power of the Ketsuryūgan, they could even contend with Kage-level experts.
Leading them were three young men clad entirely in blood-red robes. They were short and stocky, with extremely ugly faces.
Yet these three were incredibly powerful. Even from far away, one could feel a powerful wave of chakra sweeping over them. In particular, within the crimson whirlpools of their Ketsuryūgan gleamed a trace of light, like a ray of light in the darkness. Their mighty ocular power circulated as the three descended through the air and arrived before Yang Ming.
Three pairs of Ketsuryūgan swept toward him from midair, their formidable ocular power emanating outward and ruthlessly suppressing Yang Ming!
"Was it you, human, who attacked our Blood Dragon Clan?"
One of them looked at Yang Ming and shouted coldly.
"Why waste so many words? Kill him!"
The man in the middle roared and moved to attack.
"Killing him would be too wasteful. Kneel, and I can spare your life. I won't kill you with genjutsu either. Become my servant and serve the Blood Dragon Clan until you die!"
The last man raised a hand to stop him, looking coldly at Yang Ming as he offered him a way to live!
"Is that so? Three ants, and you dare act arrogant before me?"
Yang Ming sneered disdainfully.
These three Kage-level Blood Dragon Clan experts were formidable. With their ocular techniques, they could sweep aside opponents of the same level, but before him, they were nothing more than children.
Even without using the Tenseigan, Wood Release alone was enough to crush them with ease.
"You're courting death! You dare speak so disrespectfully to us? You deserve to die!"
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