“Mr. Nikkawa! You’re finally here! Hurry! Something bad happened…”

　　A few hundred of Donchen Ittō-ryū disciples stood at the gate. Terror was written all over their faces.

　　“What are you guys standing here for? Where is your faction leader?”

　　Daisuke Ojima’s cousin, Nikkawa Daichi had arrived.

　　“Faction… Faction leader… He was beaten up. We waited for you to come out here because we were too afraid to enter…” The disciples faltered.

　　“What? Who dares hit my cousin brother? Didn’t Ojima mention my name?” Nikkawa Daichi burned with rage.

　　“He did! He was beaten up because he mentioned you!” the disciples cried.

　　“What the f*ck?!” the statement only fueled Nikkawa Daichi’s anger; now, he was pissed! “They hit him even when they know that Ojima is my cousin?! Are they taunting me? Show me in! I want to shed some blood!”

　　The disciples said no more. They quickly lead Nikkawa Daichi to the hall.

　　There were few Jianghu elites in Japan. So, factions like Donchen Ittō-ryū could do whatever they like without anyone standing in their way. What more when the name of a pinnacle ninja was mentioned—other than the emperor, no one dared provoke them.

　　Whoever that beat up his cousin had no regards for pinnacle ninja—it would be a miracle if Nikkawa Daichi was not outraged!

　　Bang!

　　Nikkawa Daichi kicked the door of the hall opened.

　　His eyes exploded in flames when he saw the scene before him.

　　A young Chinese man in his twenties was sitting on the master seat in the center of the hall and resting his feet on the faces of two men who were their hands and knees. The one on the left with a bandage wrapped around his face was Umekawa Shichijiro and the one on the right with a swollen face and tattered clothes was his cousin Daisuke Ojima.

　　“Cou… Cousin, save me… Waaaa…” Daisuke Ojima cried, bursting into tears before he could finish his sentence.

　　“Did I permit you to speak?” Chen Xiaobei kicked Daisuke Ojima in the face and the wailing stopped.

　　“You little prick! Are you Chen Zhufeng?” Nikkawa Daichi looked like he wanted to swallow Chen Xiaobei whole. “I give you three seconds to release my cousin or I’ll turn you into dust!”

　　“You want to kill our master? We’ll have to kill you first!” Tanaka Tsuyoshi and Cang Jingu got up from their seat and stood protectively in front of Chen Xiaobei.

　　They were both wearing masks so Nikkawa Daichi did not recognize them.

　　Nikkawa Daichi snarled, “There seemed to be an increase of imbeciles this year! Who the f*ck gave you balls to speak to me like that?”

　　Nikkawa Daichi immediately channeled True Qi to his body and a wave-liked True Kang was formed!

　　Three five-meter-tall Leviathan appeared behind him—staring at the place, putting fear into everyone’s heart.

　　“Wow…” the disciples of Donchen Ittō-ryū who were outside the hall gasped in amazement.

　　“Is this the power of a pinnacle ninja?! How incredible!”

　　“This is way cooler than what you see in sci-fi movies!”

　　“Such powerful True Kang is definitely one hundred times stronger than our faction leader!”

　　“Oh, what a relief! With Mr. Nikkawa Daichi here, our enemy has nowhere to run! Wahahaha…”

　　Having seen Nikkawa Daichi’s powerful strength, the disciples became excited and impatient to watch Chen Xiaobei and his men viciously butchered by their pinnacle ninja!

　　Wroom…

　　Just then, feral flames erupted around Tanaka Tsuyoshi’s body and transformed into a five-meters-tall Ifrit.

　　The flaming golem’s dominant presence was no weaker than Nikkawa Daichi’s water dragons.

　　“My god! Am I seeing things? Chen Zhufeng’s bodyguard also possess the strength of pinnacle ninja!”

　　“What a terrifying Ifrit! The space around it seems to be on fire!”

　　“What the fuck are you guys worried about? Even a kid knows that water beats fire! Even if their cultivation are the same, Mr. Nikkawa Daichi is obviously at an advantage!”

　　“You’re right! Mr. Nikawa is invincible! Mr. Nikkawa will triumph!”

　　The disciples who were at first shaken by Tanaka Tsuyoshi’s cultivation quickly recovered and started chanting, waving their arms—confident in Nikkawa Daichi.

　　Water puts out fire! That’s the order of nature!

　　Earlier on, Tanaka Tsuyoshi himself had brought up this predicament. But as Chen Xiaobei’s loyal hound, if Chen Xiaobei did not pull back, Tanaka Tsuyoshi would not back down—even if he were to lose his life!

　　“If you are not deaf, then you must have heard what everyone is saying! My strength according to nature’s order will devour your strength! There’s no need to continue this fight. We all know how this will end!” Nikkawa Daichi eyed Tanaka Tsuyoshi smugly.

　　“Shut the f*ck up! If my master does not back down, I will not back down! Even if I have to die fighting you!” Tanaka Tsuyoshi was very determined. To him, Chen Xiaobei’s will was the ultimatum!

　　“Tanaka, go ahead and retreat. I’ll take care of him!”

　　Chen Xiaobei stretched his back and stood up unhurriedly.

　　In his hand was a pristine Green Jade Gourd which he uncorked and drank from it a mouthful of Spiritual Qi.

　　There were 3,650 Spiritual Stones worth of Qi in the gourd. Chen Xiaobei only swallowed 50 of it, leaving exactly a rounded figure.

　　“You want to finish me off? Please stop cracking jokes.” Nikkawa Daichi rolled his eyes at Chen Xiaobei and chortled, “You are a just a twenty-year-old Chinese kid! I can crush you a million times over with just one thumb!”

　　“Has this kid lost his mind? How could he say something so stupid?”

　　“I know, right? How old is he? He wants to beat a pinnacle ninja? What a wishful thinking fool! Hey, I was just thinking of crushing a demigod myself!”

　　“We shouldn’t take this retard seriously. I’m willing to bet that Mr. Nikkawa can send him to hell with just one move!”

　　The Donchen Ittō-ryū disciples were wagging their tongues, disparaging Chen Xiaobei.

　　“Hey twat! Did you hear that? Everyone’s is cheering for your death! I’d be disappointing the audience if I don’t kill you in one move. Die!” Nikkawa Daichi roared.

　　The three water dragons charged forward with 50,000 combat power and surrounded Chen Xiaobei from left, right and center.

　　This formidable strength was enough to crush an ordinary person into mincemeat.

　　But against Chen Xiaobei, it was a waste of energy.

　　“I also think that one move will suffice.”

　　Chen Xiaobei shrugged, his palm lit up in a burst of golden purple radiance.