One person: Lu Jin, do I look like your master?

The wheels screeched as they rolled over gravel and dead branches before finally coming to a complete stop.

The car door opened, and Wang Xuan was the first to step out. He was still dressed in the same simple cloth clothes, his expression calm, as if he hadn't come to participate in a life-or-death battle, but rather to take a walk in the mountains.

He looked around at the surroundings: dense pine forests, jagged rocks, and undulating terrain—it was indeed a good place to take action and to easily seal off the area.

Gao Lian followed closely behind and got out of the car. His sharp eyes scanned the several high points and hiding spots that had been surveyed in advance, and he whispered into the miniature microphone to confirm the positioning of each group.

Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Deng Youfu, and several other elite employees quickly got out of the car. Without saying a word, they silently dispersed as if they were ghosts, following the pre-arranged plan.

They quickly blended into the surrounding dense forest, occupied advantageous terrain, and formed an invisible encirclement.

Throughout the entire process, the only sounds were the soft rustling of footsteps on fallen leaves and the mournful whistling of the mountain wind through the treetops.

In the center of the open space, only Wang Xuan and Zhang Chulan remained, holding the specially made metal box containing the "Hirudo" and deliberately trying to stand out.

Gao Lian stood slightly behind, serving both as a support and a commander.

The air was filled with a dead silence as if a storm was about to come.

"Captain Gao, they're here!"

Er Zhuang's calm voice came clearly through the miniature receiver in Gao Lian's ear, breaking the brief silence.

"The number... is slightly more than expected, about fifty people, all wearing black combat uniforms, riding modified mountain bikes, and they are coming up the No. 3 winding mountain road at a very fast speed."

The leader was a white-haired woman, confirmed to be the target, 'Butterfly'.

Almost as soon as Er Zhuang finished speaking, the furious roar of a motorcycle engine came from afar, growing louder as it approached, like the howl of a wild beast pouncing on its prey.

Soon, a series of black car shadows broke through the thin mist in the forest, carrying an aggressive momentum. One after another, they swerved and came to an abrupt stop, the ear-piercing screech of brakes breaking the tranquility of the mountains and forests.

"Wow--"

Dozens of remnants of the Bihe Mountain gang, dressed in uniform black outfits and wearing tactical masks, disembarked from the vehicle in unison, their movements precise and synchronized, clearly demonstrating their high level of training.

They spread out in a fan shape, subtly surrounding Wang Xuan and Zhang Chulan, their eyes, seen through their masks, revealing a fierce and cold gaze like that of wolves.

The one in the lead was none other than Die.

She was still wearing that modified cheongsam, with a black trench coat over it, and her long silver hair was flying wildly in the mountain wind.

Despite her advanced age, she stood ramrod straight, her eyes like poisoned daggers, fixed on the metal box in Zhang Chulan's hand, inside which lay the "sacred object" they had been dreaming of!

"Hand over the items."

Butterfly spoke, her voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority and a bone-chilling coldness that echoed through the valley, full of vigor, completely unlike that of an old woman.

The men in black behind her remained silent, but the palpable killing intent and oppressive aura emanating from them made the company employees lurking in the woods feel breathless.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Wang Xuan stepped forward and stood in front of Zhang Chulan.

His gaze swept calmly over Butterfly and the group of ninjas behind her who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. His tone was indifferent, as if stating a simple fact:

“The remnants of Bihe Mountain, what you seek is right here.”

He turned to the side and gestured to the box in Zhang Chulan's hand.

"Want it? Sure. Come and get it yourself."

His posture was casual, even tinged with contempt, as if he were facing not a group of fierce enemies, but a bunch of chickens and dogs.

This blatant disregard completely enraged the butterfly, which was already on the verge of madness.

The last shred of reason in her eyes was consumed by a raging fire. She abruptly raised her arm, swung it forward with all her might, and let out a hysterical scream:

"Kill! Take back the sacred relic! Charge!!"

"Yes!!"

With a command from Die, the dozen or so black-clad ninjas behind her roared in unison, like demons released from their shackles!

Their figures blurred instantly, turning into dozens of black afterimages, carrying a sharp killing intent, and shooting towards Wang Xuan and Zhang Chulan like arrows released from a bow!

The sounds of kunai and shuriken cutting through the air suddenly rang out, flashing with cold light!

Almost simultaneously, from the dense forest on both sides, Deng Youfu roared, "Attack!" His body surged with energy, and faint phantoms of immortals appeared!

Feng Baobao's figure was like a ghost, silently cutting into the enemy formation with her Okamoto 0.01 in hand!

Other company agents who had been lying in ambush also appeared, each using their own methods to meet the charging ninja!

However, they were not the first to come into contact with the enemy.

Just as Butterfly's arm swung down, Wang Xuan moved.

He didn't make any fancy opening moves, but simply let out a soft, ambiguous chuckle:

"Hehe... This is Northeast China, not Bihe Mountain where you can run wild."

Before he finished speaking, the peaceful aura around him suddenly changed!

A pure, powerful, and ancient white Qi, seemingly containing the ancient meaning of the beginning of heaven and earth, erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for millions of years!

His skin and hair instantly turned into a pure, flawless white, and even his long, black hair turned silver-white, dancing wildly in the surging waves of Qi!

He seemed to have transformed into a war god composed of light and energy!

Reverse Rebirth Triple Stage, activated!

The next moment, his figure vanished abruptly and without warning! There was no afterimage, no sound of air being cut through; it was as if he had simply merged into the air!

When he reappeared, he was like a ghost, crashing into the very center of the ninja formation that was charging forward!

One of the ninjas who was at the forefront felt a blur before his eyes, and a dazzling white light filled his entire field of vision before he could react.

A hand, seemingly carved from white jade yet containing terrifying power, had already gripped his face with pincers with unparalleled precision!

"boom--!!!"

A deep, muffled bang that made your heart stop exploding!

Wang Xuan used one arm to grab the ninja's head and slammed him hard against the ground in an extremely ruthless manner!

The hard forest ground, as if struck by a meteorite, instantly blasted open a shallow crater nearly two meters in diameter! Gravel, soil, and grass clippings flew everywhere!

The ninja who was pressed to the bottom of the pit by Wang Xuan didn't even have time to let out a scream. His entire head was completely deformed and collapsed like a watermelon smashed by a heavy hammer under the enormous impact and the grip of Wang Xuan's palm and fingers!

Red, white... splashed out instantly, staining the soil at the bottom of the pit and Wang Xuan's fair, jade-like hands!

Just one blow!

An elite Hieiyama ninja died on the spot without even seeing his opponent's movements, his death was extremely gruesome!

Wang Xuan slowly straightened up, shaking off the filth from his hands. His white body looked particularly glaring and terrifying amidst the pervasive dust and blood.

He raised his indifferent white eyes, as if looking down at ants, and swept them over the other ninjas around him who had stopped abruptly and were now horrified by the sudden and ruthless instant kill.

The entire battlefield fell into a momentary deathly silence because of Wang Xuan's earth-shattering move.

Even Deng Youfu, Feng Baobao, and others who were fighting were momentarily slowed down, shocked by the sheer violence and power.

Only Wang Xuan's voice, calm to the point of being chilling, slowly echoed through the silent mountain forest:

"Who else wants to try first?"

Chapter 109 The God of War Jumps, The God of War Sleeps

Wang Xuan's thunderous and almost brutal attack did indeed intimidate all the charging Hieiyama ninjas in an instant.

The shattered heads, the splattered red and white matter, and the glaring bloodstains on Wang Xuan's white body were like ice water poured over their heads, causing their frenzied charge to halt and fear to instinctively appear in their eyes.

However, this fear lasted only a very brief moment.

They knew better than anyone else that from the moment they set foot on this black soil, tracked them here, and drew their weapons, there was no turning back.

This is not an ordinary fight in the martial arts world, where one can stop after a brief exchange or admit defeat and retreat.

This is the eruption of hatred and obsession that have been dormant for decades; it is a battle concerning the last glory and survival of Mount Bihe!

Retreat means all previous efforts will be in vain, the sacred object will be lost forever, and these people will be completely wiped out in this foreign land like stray dogs!

Alternatively, they could risk everything to retrieve Hirumaru, which might offer a glimmer of hope and even rekindle the flames of Mount Hiei.

Either we all die here today, using our blood to mark the end of these decades of infiltration! There is no third way!

"Don't be afraid!! For Mount Hiei! For the sacred relic! Charge! Kill them!!"

Butterfly's roar rang out again, filled with madness and determination.

She understood the dire situation better than her subordinates, and knew that any hesitation at this moment would be fatal. She had to lead by example and dispel fear with action!

Before she finished speaking, Die's figure moved! She formed a hand seal, and a strange spiritual fluctuation emanated from her body.

In an instant, countless red and white butterflies appeared out of thin air, like a startled swarm of butterflies, and began to dance on this bloody battlefield!

These butterflies were brightly colored and danced gracefully, but everyone present felt a chill rise up their spines—these were no ordinary butterflies; they were creations of the butterfly's ninja magic, with a deadly intent hidden beneath their beautiful appearance!

What's even more chilling is that as Butterfly was released, her figure blurred and simply vanished from everyone's sight!

It seemed to have blended into the air, leaving no trace whatsoever!

This is one of the special techniques that made her famous, using the invisibility cloak "Oboro" that was made by the second ninja leader Wakasa Shohei and could perfectly distort light and aura.

They completely conceal themselves, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

"Heh, petty tricks, nothing but low-class and despicable methods."

Wang Xuan merely let out a disdainful sneer. He didn't even glance at the red and white butterflies fluttering eerily across the battlefield.

He simply kicked the two ninjas, who refused to believe in evil and charged forward again with roars, like they were lying on the side of the road, causing their sternums to collapse and sending them flying backward, clearly beyond saving.

Immediately, his wide cloth sleeves moved without wind, and suddenly trembled outwards!

"call--!"

It wasn't a gale, but two condensed, tangible torrents of white true qi, like two giant white pythons emerging from their caves, bursting forth from his sleeves!

This true energy did not spread aimlessly, but rather precisely and swiftly enveloped the red and white butterflies dancing in the air!

A strange scene happened!

Those ninja butterflies, which originally contained special energy and were enough to give ordinary superhumans a headache, were like their nemesis when they came into contact with Wang Xuan's white true qi, which contained the origin of "reverse life" and the characteristic of "devouring"!

Before they could even struggle, their vibrant colors quickly dimmed and dissipated, and the energy that constituted their form was mercilessly torn apart, decomposed, and devoured by the white true qi!

In just a few breaths, the unsettling swarm of butterflies that filled the sky was wiped away as if by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace, leaving not even a trace behind!

Butterfly's meticulously planned methods to disrupt the battlefield were instantly thwarted by Wang Xuan in the most ruthless and direct way!

"Everyone stand back!"

Wang Xuan's cold voice rang out, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.

The people from Na Du Tong, including Zhang Chulan, Deng Youfu, and Feng Baobao, although they didn't understand what was going on, had absolute trust in Wang Xuan's strength and didn't hesitate at all upon hearing the voice.

He immediately feinted, quickly broke free from the entanglement with the ninja, and retreated rapidly, escaping the core battle zone.

The ninjas of Mount Hiei were taken aback by their opponent's sudden retreat, and hadn't yet realized what this unexpected tactical change meant—

The next moment, an enormous, complex and precise Qimen formation, so intricate it was dizzying, spread rapidly outwards from where Wang Xuan stood, like mercury spilling onto the ground!

The Bagua symbols shifted, the four directions changed, and an indescribable, immense power, seemingly controlling all directions, time, and interactions within this space, enveloped the entire battlefield!

Within this extraordinary formation, Wang Xuan is the absolute master!

He doesn't need to use his eyes to see or his ears to hear all the subtle changes within the situation, the flow of energy, and the trajectory of life.

Even the "invisibility" state that attempted to distort its own existence was clearly reflected in his heart, just like the lines on his palm!

The butterfly, using its invisibility cloak to lurk nearby, was preparing to launch a sneak attack.

What she considered a flawless concealment was, in Wang Xuan's Qimen perception, as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the dark!

Wang Xuan's figure disappeared again, not by speed, but as if he had directly crossed the barrier of space.

The next moment, he appeared in front of a seemingly empty open space, and his right hand, as if piercing through a layer of water, accurately grabbed at a "nothing" spot!

"Uhh—!!"

A piercing and unbelievable scream suddenly rang out!

It was as if Wang Xuan had grasped an invisible entity out of thin air in his palm!

As he tightened his grip, the space there twisted and rippled violently, and Die's figure, dressed in an invisibility cloak, appeared as if she had been forcibly dragged out of deep water, looking disheveled and terrified!

Her well-maintained face was now filled with extreme horror and despair. She couldn't understand why her invisibility technique, which she had relied on for decades and had never failed, was like child's play in front of this person!