Chen Jiuyang faced hundreds of enemies before him, his Yan Sheng Saber held high, his eyes showing no fear, only intensified killing intent. He said coldly,
"To offend the borders of my Dragon Country is to court death!"
An aura of being able to hold off ten thousand men with one man's stand surged from Chen Jiuyang.
Fujimoto Sakurai's eyes were gloomy, "My thirty-year plan has been ruined by you, and all my people in Suzhou and Hangzhou have been killed because of you."
Chen Jiuyang, "The Japanese deserve to die!"
"Kill him!" Fujimoto Sakurai roared, "Kill him, and those few people following him!"
"I want them to die a terrible death!"
Both sides drew their weapons and charged into battle.
The sounds of shouting, roaring, and clashing weapons filled the air.
Number One said, "Number Three, did you send for support?"
"Support requests were sent to the Legion two hours ago," Number Three replied.
Number Four asked, "Can we win?"
"We have to fight if we can't win, and we have to fight if we can win!" Number Five's rough voice boomed loudly.
Number One said, "We just need to hold on until support arrives."
"Support?" A Japanese ninja at the Earth realm sneered, charging into the squad's formation. He raised his hand and directly grabbed two people by the neck.
"Crack—"
With a crack, two soldiers of the Heavenly启 Legion instantly perished, their necks snapped.
"Number Three, Number Four!!"
"Bastards!!!"
A heart-wrenching roar from Number One echoed across the island, like the cry of an ant in distress.
It sounded weak and haggard.
Number One's eyes turned red, and he raised his gun, firing at the Japanese ninja.
Bullet casings fell continuously, but not a single bullet hit the Japanese ninja, all blocked by his protective qi armor.
The gap between the Profound realm and the Earth realm was like a chasm, making their lives seem like mere ants before an Earth realm cultivator.
"Ants are always ants; having more numbers is useless," the Earth realm Japanese cultivator sneered, slowly raising his hand. A massive palm of true qi was conjured and slammed down fiercely at the remaining four.
"Rumble!"
The shockwave of true qi pressed down, slamming the four onto the ground, spitting blood.
In just one move, they were all beaten half to death.
"Clang…"
The sound of a fuse being pulled echoed. Number Six, who had been silent, used his last ounce of strength to grab the Japanese Earth realm ninja's leg. The fuse of a grenade was in his mouth. He grinned at the remaining three:
"Brothers, we'll see each other in another world later."
Number One slowly closed his eyes and nodded gently. He showed no emotional fluctuation. Number Six was right; they would reunite in another world.
"Bang—"
The grenade exploded, turning Number Six into dust. However, the Japanese ninja survived, his leg completely blown off, his body covered in blood.
"Eat my blade!" Number Five, wielding a large saber, slashed at the Japanese ninja's chest.
"Ants!" The Earth realm Japanese ninja's eyes were filled with pain, anger, and killing intent.
He raised his hand and punched through Number Five's chest.
"Pfft—" Number Five spewed blood from his mouth, but a smile graced his face.
"Die for me!" How could Number One give up the diversionary attack that Number Five had traded his life for? He pulled out a dagger from his calf and fiercely plunged it into the Japanese ninja's head.
A flicker of astonishment flashed in the Earth realm Japanese ninja's eyes before his pupils dilated, and he breathed his last.
Number One crawled over frantically, quickly cradling the dying Number Five in his arms.
Number One's voice trembled slightly, "Do you have anything else you want to say?"
Number Five's chest was pierced, but having cultivated Chen Jiuyang's techniques, he did not die immediately. With blood filling his mouth, he said intermittently, "Boss, for so many years I've always wondered, why is it that you can't beat me, yet I still have to call you Boss? You were born only half a month earlier than me, and I've called you Boss my entire life."
"My son and your son were born on the same day. My son can't call your son Boss anymore; let your son call my son Boss!"
"Alright, alright, no problem."
Number One agreed with a smile, "So that's why you've always disobeyed my orders."
He said it with a smile, but as the light in Number Five's eyes gradually faded, his face was filled with grief, and tears streamed down.
"Truly surprising that a few ants could kill an Earth realm High Ninja."
"Heh, I thought it would be no problem for one person to deal with these ants, but I didn't expect this fool to be careless and let a few ants kill him."
"Never mind, I'll deal with these two ants myself."
Another Earth realm High Ninja stepped forward, drawing his katana and slowly walking towards Number One.
Number One looked at Number Two calmly and instructed, "Number Two, you leave. You must wait for support to arrive."
Number Two, with red eyes and a youthful face, shook his head, "Our Dragon Country soldiers do not retreat and fear death. Don't think I'm young and want me to live. The day I joined the Heavenly启 Legion, I knew I might die on the battlefield someday."
"That's not it," Number One said sternly, "You must live and hold on until support arrives. We can die, but Number Zero must live. He is a peerless genius. As long as he lives, he will surely become a Heavenly realm King and avenge us."
They had pursued the Japanese princess for three hours and sent a support message to the Legion two hours ago, but now, there was no sign of support.
Perhaps something had gone wrong.
"Number Two, obey orders!" Number One, with his back to him, slowly placed Number Five's body down. He also took the grenades from Number Five and walked towards the Japanese ninja with a resolute expression.
"I… I understand…" Number Two, with tears in his eyes, turned and ran towards the outside of the island.
"Boom—"
A deafening explosion sounded behind him. Number Two kept running, but he was only at the Profound realm; how could he escape the pursuit of an Earth realm cultivator?
"Ant, do you think you can escape?"
"Chomp—"
A katana pierced through Number Two's chest from behind. Number Two's body trembled, and he coughed up blood, letting out a mournful cry, "Where is our support!"
After a roar, Number Two closed his eyes in unwillingness, stood still, and passed away.
Chen Jiuyang, trapped in the encirclement of dozens of ninjas, watched his six accompanying Heavenly启 Legion soldiers perish. His eyes turned red, yet he was powerless.
Although Chen Jiuyang was strong, he was ultimately alone. Every Japanese person before him was an Earth realm cultivator. How could he kill them all in a short time? How could he break through the encirclement to save them!
Perhaps it was his own arrogance and impulsiveness that led to their deaths. Chen Jiuyang thought to himself, wishing he could die.
He also roared like a cornered beast:
"You group of Japanese beasts, you all deserve to die!!!!"
Fujimoto Sakurai's face showed a mocking expression, and he sneered,
"Just impotent rage."