"Hahaha, die! Just die right now!" Hiroshi Ampei was so hyped by the scene that he nearly jumped out of his skin, screaming at the top of his lungs: "Japanese onmyōji will always be the nemesis of you Chinese martial artists! No matter how tough you get, it's still a dead end for you losers!"
Every Chinese martial artist around heard that loud and clear. That line was like a slap in the face—it's been stabbing at them for decades!
"Nemesis? I'll show you what happens to fake nemeses!" Ryan Ling burst out of nowhere, looking like a total boss with his Ghost-Head Greatsaber. If swagger was a stat, he'd just maxed it out.
In a flash, he slashed outward—bam! One of those clawing, freaky Evil Generals got hit, and with a thunderous bang, the whole thing exploded.
"What the hell? What kind of saber is that?!" Hiroshi Ampei nearly had a meltdown, looking like he was about to cough up blood.
Even the two top dogs at Mitsui Group's highest level were stunned for a second.
The Mitsui clan are Japan's legendary blade-smiths—half the famous swords in Japan came from them. But right now, even they couldn't figure out this saber. The kicker? The thing was oozing so much spirit energy, it was like they'd tossed in ten thousand souls while forging it—absolutely bonkers!
"Ryan Ling is unstoppable!" Rose Yates, closest to Ryan on the field, shouted in pure excitement!
Her shout set off a chain reaction—hundreds, then thousands of Chinese martial artists started roaring along.
Right now, their hearts were pounding with excitement. No one could've predicted the kind of miracle Ryan Ling was bringing—one after another, nonstop.
In that instant, the white-haired martial artists especially just lost their minds, screaming hysterically. Some of them had actually fought in the old war between Japan and China—back then, East River Province was the main battleground for Chinese grandmasters versus Japanese onmyōji. The memory was burned into their souls: dozens, even hundreds of top Chinese masters died at the hands of these Evil Generals, some even killed by evil gods themselves.
The way they died was just so unfair, so brutal.
Now it’s finally payback time for all those fallen souls. At this moment, the whole Provincial Capital was boiling over.
"Kill them all! Wipe out every last Jap dog!"
"Kill!"
In that instant, the word "kill" erupted from the mouths of every Chinese martial artist.
You could maybe feel some pity for other people, but for these Jap dogs? Forget it. They weren’t even human—best way to deal with them is to slice them all down, leave not a single one alive.
Right then, Ryan Ling was fired up too. He’s a Seventh-Grade Spirit Officer of the Netherworld, and a Ghost-General to boot—his sensitivity to ghostly vibes is off the charts.
At that moment, he could clearly feel the loyal souls of countless Chinese martial artists echoing in his ears.
Right now, there wasn’t a shred of weakness in his heart.
"Kill!" In a flash, Ryan raised his Ghost-Head Greatsaber and slashed at the next Evil Generals. In the blink of an eye, two more blew apart, and as they exploded, the bones of Chinese victims burst from their bodies.
Seeing his fellow countrymen’s bones, Ryan’s inner fire burned even hotter.
"More killing!" Ryan didn’t hesitate for a second—his Ghost-Head Greatsaber swept out again, and three more Evil Generals who’d tried to run just got blown up!
Right now, it was basically one saber in hand, invincible wherever he went.
Nobody could stop him. Today, the total wipeout of Japan’s onmyōji was set in stone.
Even Hiroshi Ampei, who’d been dead-set on stomping Ryan into the dirt, couldn’t help but back away. Right now, Ryan looked like a straight-up demon to him.
"Weren’t you Japanese onmyōji supposed to be the ultimate nemesis of Chinese martial artists? What now, huh? Come on! Stop acting like a scared grandson meeting his grandpa!" Ryan sneered, his Ghost-Head Greatsaber never pausing as he hacked again—instantly, the last four Evil Generals shattered.
Sure, these Evil Generals were supposed to be martial artists’ worst nightmare, but right now Ryan was their worst nightmare.
"Ryan, nice work! Your old man’s cheering for you—wipe out those Jap bastards, crush them!" The System inside him was howling with excitement, and Old Soul was shouting too. Apparently, Ryan’s rampage today had them both totally fired up!
"Hiroshi Ampei, your turn! Go to hell!" Ryan said, aiming his Ghost-Head Greatsaber right at Hiroshi.
"Grandpa, save me!" Hiroshi Ampei shrieked, staring at Ryan in terror. As the most talented young onmyōji in the Empire, his future was supposed to be limitless—no way was he ready to die here!
But Ryan wasn’t giving him any breathing room.
"Grandpa? Even if you called your ancestors, it wouldn’t help! Die!" As soon as Ryan finished, his Ghost-Head Greatsaber smashed down on Hiroshi’s head—boom! Hiroshi blew apart on the spot!
Mitsui Group’s second onmyōji defensive line totally collapsed!
"President, you need to go! Please hide in the underground safe room for now!" Seeing this, everyone around Chiharu Mitsui got nervous, donning their war armor one by one—Ryan’s power was way beyond anything they’d expected.
"No, I will never run. The Mitsui family doesn’t surrender so easily. Give me my armor—I’m going to face him myself!" Chiharu Mitsui declared, her Purple-Realm master’s aura exploding!
Don’t be fooled by Chiharu Mitsui’s delicate looks—she’s the toughest in her clan, and her strength is insane. Peak Purple-Realm master, way stronger than those other Japanese grandmasters, and she’s stacked with top-tier Chiba Shrine talismans. Her defense and attack are both off the charts!
Honestly, if Chiharu Mitsui wasn’t this strong, the massive Mitsui family wouldn’t have let a young woman inherit the business, and all those tough regional bosses wouldn’t respect a twenty-five-year-old chick!
"No way, President! You’re worth too much to risk—" Some pretty-boy tried to object, but Chiharu Mitsui slapped him hard and yelled:
"Get lost! There are no cowards in the Mitsui family!" Before she’d even finished, she was already wearing a shimmering blue war armor. It looked ancient, and it had tons of tally marks—each one from a slain enemy.
The moment Chiharu Mitsui donned her armor, nobody dared say another word. All her retainers geared up too, and Mitsui’s core forces charged out. Most of them were family vassals—one word from her and they’d throw themselves into the fight without hesitation.
"Chiharu!" A voice drifted down from upstairs—clearly a secret message, only Chiharu Mitsui could hear it.
"Don’t worry, Mom—I won’t let you down. If I don’t take that punk’s head, I’ll commit seppuku!" Chiharu Mitsui replied, totally decisive, fiercer than most men.
A middle-aged man upstairs nodded, clearly proud of his daughter!
"Kill!" With Chiharu Mitsui’s youthful battle cry, a bunch of Chinese martial artists were stunned—nobody expected a woman to charge out like that. But her killer aura was a whole other level.
"Careful, Ryan! That woman’s Chiharu Mitsui, president of Mitsui Group. Don’t let her gender fool you—she’s lethal, tons of men have died by her hand. And the poison that crippled the Chen Family elders? She did it herself!" Rose Yates shouted from the sidelines as Chiharu Mitsui appeared.
"Chiharu Mitsui?" Ryan blinked, instinctively stepping back. This woman was the strongest master he’d ever seen—her grandmaster aura was way fiercer than the other three combined!
"Damn, that Japanese chick’s a total knockout. Ryan, you can’t let her get away—do whatever it takes to finish her! No way she’s going back to Japan!" The System inside him got hyped again, even making an obscene gesture.
"Relax, I won’t let her go!" Ryan licked his lips, totally focused, gripping his Ghost-Head Greatsaber tighter than ever.
"Kill! Kill!" And right then, Chiharu Mitsui let out a fierce battle cry and charged straight at Ryan...