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The number of Dark Force martial artists isn't that high, losing even one is a significant loss, as each one represents the foundation of a nation.

Having killed four in a row, Wang Longhu has already made Japan Island feel the pain.

But right now, forget about facing another Dark Force assassin, even an ordinary Ming Jin can easily handle him.

Not to mention that the footsteps outside the door are steady and smooth, clearly showing that the person has solid basic skills, possibly even possessing Dark Force capabilities.

At this moment, Wang Longhu has no ability to resist at all.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these Japan Island brats are really arrogant, daring to make such a mess in our Wudang."

The newcomer glanced at the chaotic courtyard and couldn't help but mutter.

Upon hearing a familiar language, Wang Longhu's heart relaxed. Knowing it wasn't a Japan Island assassin, he could no longer maintain his willpower and passed out on the spot.

Entering the villa was a Daoist who looked to be in his early thirties. His eyes appeared tired, and his chin was covered with a scruffy beard, suggesting he hadn't taken care of it for many days.

As he looked at the dead staff demon and arrow fiend in the courtyard, along with the two high, fat, and short, thin assassins, a slight change appeared in the Daoist's eyes, revealing shock.

"The staff demon, the arrow fiend, and these two are the undead monsters of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, all fierce overseas figures. They actually all came to Wudang this time, and they all died here..."

The Daoist shifted his gaze to the unconscious Wang Longhu. This seemingly young guy had a very conspicuous arrow wound on his shoulder.

"This kid did it? One against four, killing four of them, this strength is extraordinary."

Lightly, the Daoist walked to Wang Longhu's side, grabbed him up onto his shoulder, and swiftly left.

"Since the Japan Island assassins are all dead, there's no need for me to handle the aftermath. I'll notify the other junior brothers to come here and clean up the scene."

...

Japan Island, Kyoto.

It's already September, almost autumn, yet the weather still carries a hint of sultriness. Even the birds are too lazy to fly up into the sky, preferring to perch on the branches enjoying the shade of the leaves.

In an old Japanese-style courtyard, a bald elder was holding a bamboo rake, carefully raking neat and precise patterns into the white sand in the yard, resembling the ripples of ocean waves.

In Japan Island, they call this 'kare-sansui,' which can greatly assist in nurturing one's mind and body.

"I heard your disciple Ohta Ichiro, while visiting Eastern Wudang for a sparring match with the martial artists there, was killed."

After outlining three overlapping, very round circle patterns, the elder stopped his work and asked without turning his head.

Not far away, sitting on the tatami mat inside the room, Yagyu Ito, holding a teacup, nodded in response, "Alliance Leader, do you think I've erred in my actions?"

"When you're acting overseas, no matter how overboard you go, I won't say anything, but you've voluntarily gone to that Eastern country, and whatever troubles may arise from this, no one can predict."

"Yagyu Ito, although our Heaven and Earth Alliance is influential in the overseas underground, you know that even a Huajin grandmaster cannot withstand a bullet. I don't want the Heaven and Earth Alliance to become a key target in that country's eyes."

"Alliance Leader! Ohta Ichiro was my most promising disciple and the future successor of the Treasure House style. I've already enjoyed wealth, women, and power in this life and no longer care about them. Only this disciple is my soft spot, and whoever killed him must pay the proper price."

Yagyu Ito put down the tea cup and said with extreme determination.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, the bald elder turned directly towards him, his eyes filled with killing intent, staring intently at Yagyu Ito.

In an instant, Yagyu Ito felt as if the bald elder standing on the kare-sansui turning into an enormous ferocious beast, emanating a terrifying aura.

Just one swipe of the claw from the elder would suffice to leave Yagyu Ito in pieces.

Sweat instantly seeped across Yagyu Ito's forehead, and in the blink of an eye, his back was already soaked through with sweat.

At this moment, he couldn't say a word, couldn't utter a syllable, and even his lips began to tremble slightly.

"I am also saddened by Ohta Ichiro's matter. If he could survive and grow, he would someday replace your position when you grow old and would certainly become the pillar of support for our Heaven and Earth Alliance. It's a pity."

"However, Yagyu Ito, such things can only happen once. This is the first and also the last time. On account of Ohta Ichiro, I won't pursue your actions this time, but remember, there won't be a next time."

The bald elder dispersed the killing intent from his body, stroked his beard, and said indifferently.

"Yes, yes, I understand, Alliance Leader..." Yagyu Ito's body trembled as he prostrated on the ground, his tone filled with gratitude and relief at having survived a great danger.

As a member of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, he was well aware of how strong the bald elder standing before him was.

If the elder wished, he could take Yagyu Ito's life in an instant; Yagyu Ito wouldn't stand a chance.

Looking at the robust build of the bald elder, Yagyu Ito felt immense awe.

Overseas, in East Asia, anyone within the martial artist circles knows about this Heaven and Earth Alliance's Alliance Leader.

With profound strength, unmatched by any, he is a grandmaster of a generation, Hong Lie.