"How is this possible? How can that kid be so strong? I didn't believe he really killed Tiger Hua before, but now he's taken out three of Mitsui Group's Purple Realm grandmasters in one go—it's just unbelievable."
"That's right, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd never believe it either. Who would've thought Jiangdong Province would have a hero like this? Mitsui Group has run wild here for years, all because of their powerhouse regional bosses, but now three of their top experts have been wiped out—it's honestly cathartic."
"Damn right, these Japanese dogs deserve to be wiped out! How can we let these invaders run wild on Chinese soil? Today's the day Mitsui Group goes down for good!"
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Seeing three Purple Realm grandmasters killed in an instant, all the Chinese martial artists nearby were fired up. It wasn't that they lacked patriotism—it's just that Mitsui Group's experts were too fierce, and even the Azure Dragon Society kept things ambiguous with them, so nobody dared go after them lightly. But today, with Ryan Ling showing up, it was like he lit a fire in everyone's heart to purge the Japanese!
Plus, the Chen Family's situation had already gone public through all sorts of channels, which made people hate Mitsui Group—and Japan as a whole—even more. China and Japan have always been mortal enemies, so now the call for vengeance was blowing up all over the internet.
"Today's the day Mitsui Group gets wiped out! No matter how many they send, I'll kill them all!" Ryan Ling was in full kill mode now—he didn't care about anything else. In a flash, his fists exploded out, swinging straight for the three black-belt onmyōji.
The three kept falling back, totally unable to stop Ryan Ling in his rage. Right now, he was all blade and fury—pretty much every Japanese garden building nearby got chopped to bits. Most of the samurai couldn't even get close; they'd be sliced into pieces before they knew what hit them.
"Hold steady, everyone—hold steady!" These onmyōji might not hit as hard as grandmasters, but their formation and soul-control skills were next-level.
"Set the formation—block him! I want to refine his soul alive!" One of the older onmyōji shouted, voice ringing out loud and clear. In Mitsui Group, the grandmasters were one line of defense, but these onmyōji were another.
The grandmasters came from all sorts of top families, but all the onmyōji were straight out of Chiba Shrine!
And these black-belt onmyōji were big shots in the shrine, with crazy influence.
As soon as they finished talking, pretty much every onmyōji in Mitsui Group came rushing out—over a dozen of them surrounded Ryan Ling, chanting yin-yang incantations. In a split second, weird green skulls lit up above each of their heads.
These skulls were standard onmyōji gear, but right now they were all crystal-clear and gleaming—definitely top-grade, way stronger than the usual soul-control or soul-refining tricks.
And for a split second, their formation attack actually managed to hold Ryan Ling back.
"Die!" But Ryan Ling just scoffed at their cheap tricks. He shouted, and his saber-like blade aura exploded again—several onmyōji nearby dropped to the ground instantly!
But these Japanese onmyōji were even crazier than the samurai—one died, another jumped in, and they just kept coming.
"Trap him—don't let him escape!" The oldest onmyōji kept weaving all kinds of hand seals, looking super creepy. Ryan Ling could vaguely sense tons of souls swirling around him—all working with the onmyōji to grab and tear at his own spirit.
"This is bad—Hiroshi Ampei is one of Japan's rare genius onmyōji. His grandpa Shinsuke Abe is Chiba Shrine's chief onmyōji, and rumor has it he's passed down a bunch of top-tier techniques. Hiroshi can supposedly summon ten evil generals from the Netherworld in one go, and they're no joke!"
"Seriously? I always heard Japanese onmyōji were freaky, but I didn't expect this level of evil. With Ryan Ling's willpower, he should be able to hold his spirit together, but can he really withstand the evil generals? That's another story!"
"That's true, but don't underestimate his soul-refining and spirit-sacrificing arts. Hiroshi Ampei is super gifted in this area—it's why he became Mitsui Group's first non-Mitsui executive president. His status is second only to Chiharu Mitsui herself!"
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Right now, everyone who knew Japan was gossiping nonstop, and Ryan Ling caught all of it. He paused for a second, but didn't panic. His Infernal Madblade Style wasn't much use against ghosts, but his other identity was Seventh-Grade Spirit Officer—and Ghost-General, decked out in top-tier Infernal Glass Ghost-General Armor. He wasn't just wearing it for show!
And as soon as he heard 'evil generals,' the System got hyped too.
"Haven't seen a lineup like this in ages. Never thought Japan still had onmyōji like these. I'm honestly curious what kind of evil generals he can summon!" the System said, and right then, a Ghost-Head Greatsaber appeared in front of Ryan Ling.
"What's this?" Ryan Ling blinked, feeling the Ghost-Head Greatsaber radiate pure, unstoppable power.
"That's the Ghost-General's signature saber—your old man's personal weapon back when he was a Ghost-General. Now it's your turn. Consider it a reward for all your demon-slaying and traitor-purging campaigns. Take it and go hack up those Japanese bastards!"
"Nice!" Ryan Ling had already given his Red Dragon Sword to Warren Yuan, so he was short on weapons. Since he was practicing the Infernal Madblade Style, this Ghost-General saber was absolutely perfect for slaying demons and purging evil!
"Think your martial arts are something special? Today I'll show you the true power of Japanese onmyōji!" Hiroshi Ampei shouted, "Ghosts—obey! Trap his body, seize his soul, crush him!"
As soon as he finished, everyone felt the world shift—like reality turned into hell. Even ordinary martial artists could see ghosts weaving through Mitsui Group's compound. Good thing all the regular employees were gone; if they'd witnessed this, half of them would've dropped dead from fright!
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At that moment, all the Chinese martial artists who'd been shouting to fight the Japanese looked grim. Everyone knew Japanese onmyōji were bad news, but nobody expected them to be this terrifying. The old Chinese Celestial Masters who could go toe-to-toe with onmyōji had long since faded away.
Back in the day, Jiangdong Province had Orthodox Unity Daoist Sect and others, but now their skills are nothing compared to the Japanese.
"Ryan!" With all the civilians evacuated, Rose Yates rushed back—no matter what happened today, she was sticking with Ryan Ling.
But as soon as she returned and saw the scene, her heart clenched—Ryan Ling was surrounded by a horde of onmyōji, and it looked like regular martial arts attacks weren't working at all.
"Kid, you're finished! Once our Japanese onmyōji step in, all your fancy tricks are worthless. And now you're up against the genius Hiroshi Ampei—bet you're panicking! Hahaha!" Upstairs, Chiharu Mitsui finally relaxed, shouting down, "Hiroshi Ampei, finish him! You'll be the hero of Mitsui Group, and the whole Empire!"
"Don't worry, President!" Hiroshi Ampei laughed with excitement, then unleashed a swarm of bloodthirsty ghosts at Ryan Ling.
Ryan Ling gritted his teeth—Hiroshi Ampei's moves were even wilder than the Orthodox Unity Daoist Sect's Ten-Thousand-Ghost Grand Art.
But right now, he didn't hesitate at all. His Seventh-Grade Spirit Officer robes flashed onto his body, and his top-tier Infernal Glass Ghost-General Armor appeared in front of him. Instantly, his whole body radiated Netherworld energy!
"Wh-what? How do you have such intense hell energy?" Hiroshi Ampei was totally freaked out, and the other onmyōji looked shocked too. They all knew exactly what this meant, and now they were sweating bullets.
"You arrogant ghosts, open your eyes and see who I am! Dare to grab my soul or crush my spirit—I'll send you all down to the Eighteenth Hell, never to be reborn!"