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Hu Qiang's laughing expression gradually cooled down, and when the Ninjas saw this, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

The expression on Zuo Shangchen's face darkened as he let out a loud shout. Following the shout, a group of ninjas moved to the side of the mountain and surrounded Ling Yan and Hu Qiang.

Seeing this situation, Kawada Yu anxiously shouted at Anton's Left Minister. The moment he turned around, he snatched the katana from a ninja beside him and shouted again. He then rushed towards Hu Kuang.

Hu Qiang coldly snorted and said, "I told you that you're the last one to die. You won't die until they fall." Her delicate body flashed and her figure appeared outside the encirclement. She shouted, "If I don't teach you a lesson, you guys will never know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!"

As their bodies swayed, a pink light appeared around the Ninja's body. Along with this shadow, Hu Qiang's voice seemed to resound in the ears of every single Ninja. Before the group of ninjas could recover from their shock, miserable groans came out one after another.

It was not that he did not believe Kawada Yu's words about the incredible existence he was talking about. He knew that with those legendary methods, even if they did not run away, they would still die, and it would be better to die than to die in a useless manner.

Seeing that Ling Yan was still standing with his hands behind his back, Zuo Shangchen's expression turned to one of violence as he leapt two meters into the air and pounced towards Ling Yan.

The corners of Ling Yan's mouth curved into a smile as he turned around to look at Anton, who was dashing towards him like a big bird. He did not move at all; if he punched Anten right now, he might fly to the foot of Mount Fuji and never get up again for the rest of his life.

A bloodthirsty excitement rose in his heart as he felt the dagger in his hand getting closer and closer to Ling Yan's forehead. He had experienced countless massacres in his life, and today was the most depressing day of his life.

He could see the scenery inside the ice, and he could think, but his limbs could not move at all. The short sword in his hand was only an inch away from the young man's forehead. As the wind blew, his hair fluttered, and the tip of his hair touched the tip of the sword.

Minister Anton's eyes were as deep as the ocean as he stared blankly at the young man. Within his eyes, there was a trace of pity. A trace of coldness and a trace of ridicule. What kind of gaze was that? He felt as if he were looking at an ant.

What kind of existence was this young man? The young man's eyes were like a mirror, and in the mirror Anton saw his own small arrogance. It turned out that his life's circle was so small, and in this small circle, he ran around and called the rain, thinking that the world was so big. He had never thought that there was such a thing in the world outside the small circle that he could not even look up to it.

The young man in front of him didn't even blink his eyes as he froze himself in the air. What kind of method was this? He forgot the situation he was facing and sank into a trance. It was like a trance, getting deeper and deeper until he sank into endless darkness.

Ling Yan withdrew his spiritual sense, and the corpse of Zuo Zhiran fell from the sky (This fellow was finally dead, and no longer needed to be beaten with his name). "Bata!" The corpse stirred up a cloud of dust. Ling Yan turned around and looked at the ground littered with Ninjas lying on the ground.

At this moment, Hu Rose's clothes were fluttering as she walked towards the dumbfounded Kawada Yu. She arrived in front of him and sneered, "But after a few words with you, you actually want to keep us siblings on Mount Fuji. Old man, you're really vicious, but it's a pity that you're in the wrong place!"

Kawada Yu muttered something, but it was Japanese. Hu Qiang didn't understand a single word, and just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, a flash of saber light flashed, and a pair of hands grasped the katana tightly and chopped towards Hu Qiang's white neck at an incredible speed. A trace of ridicule flashed across the corner of Hu Qiang's eyes, and if not for the fact that he was afraid of a cut on his expensive dress, Hu Rose would have been too lazy to move.

Without any hesitation, he exerted force with his hands, and with a slight cutting sound, the one-foot long blade sank into his abdomen. The clothes on his back flapped as the blade shot out from his body.

The Japanese seemed to especially like this kind of death. Ling Yan had once seen it on the internet, and it was said that some Japanese families would prepare a short sword to cut their own stomach, just in case it was needed. He did not know who had caused this stupid suicide, but the Japanese were actually competing to make the most of it.

Hu Qiang shook his head and said with regret, "To be honest, old man, I did not want to kill you, but I was prepared to leave you with your life. I wanted you to warn the arrogant and conceited Japanese to guard this island well, not to let their imaginations run wild and do something out of place to make people angry.

Kawada Yu looked at the two of them with an evil grin on his face, his eyes as red as blood. He suddenly exerted strength and grabbed the handle of his saber, spinning it horizontally and cutting a huge hole in his stomach.

Kawada Yu opened his mouth and laughed loudly. The blood that was gushing out of his throat made a "ge ge" sound. In less than ten seconds, his body slanted to the ground and didn't move at all.

Hu Qiang frowned and said, "The old man killed so many people because of his stupidity, so he should feel sad. Seeing him smile so happily, big brother, do you know why?"

"Ugh!" Ling Yan pondered for a moment before replying, "Maybe he feels very tired from being alive, so he decided to laugh when he died!" Before today, Ling Yan had never killed anyone, much less harmed anyone. There was barely any blood, and if there was any, it would be equivalent to exterminating a demon. But now, as Ling Yan looked at the blood and corpses all over the ground, not only did he not feel any discomfort, he actually felt a little excitement in his heart. Ling Yan knew that he shouldn't have such feelings, but this faint excitement was born out of his subconscious. He couldn't help but wonder if he was born to be a bloodthirsty person.

Although these ninjas died at the hands of Hu Qiang, it was no different from dying at the hands of Ling Yan, because even though Ling Yan could save them, he did not stop Hu Qiang from killing them. Furthermore, Ling Yan had also killed three of them.

Ling Yan was indifferent to the deaths of the ninjas, perhaps partly due to the national grudge of the past, but Ling Yan knew that was not the case. Ling Yan was indifferent to the deaths of the ninjas, perhaps partly due to the national grudge of the past, but he knew that it was not entirely true.

Ling Yan couldn't be bothered to care about it, as the mindset of ignoring life and death usually only appeared on people who had seen through life and death. Ling Yan hadn't seen through life and death yet, but he treasured his own life a lot, and the only explanation for that was to stand at the top of the clouds and look down at the ant-like human with contempt. Because of his extraordinary ability, he could change the fate of mankind with a flip of his hand. Ling Yan was startled by the sudden thought that appeared in his mind. He was still a human and had yet to become immortal or a god. Why would he feel such contempt for the lives of everyone under the heavens?

Hu Rose saw that Ling Yan's eyes were tightly shut and his expression was a little unnatural as he stood on the spot. She hurriedly asked: "Brother, what's wrong? "Was it a bit uncomfortable because of this old guy's suicide?" Hu Qiang knew about Ling Yan from Xiao Lixuan and knew that Ling Yan had been in closed-door training for a thousand years and had never come into contact with any bloody scenes, not to mention fighting with others.

Ling Yan shook his head, opened his eyes and smiled at her. "I'm fine. I just don't understand some things."

"Then let's go back and think about it. This place is a mess, it's not comfortable staying here!" Hu Qiang glanced at the mountain path and thought of something and said, "Eh, that's strange!" "Now that the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, Mount Fuji should have a lot of visitors. Now that the fog is almost gone, why can't we see a single visitor?" With that, he stretched out his divine sense to investigate.

Ling Yan laughed. "When Chuanyu wanted to kill us, he sent someone down to seal off the mountain path a long time ago. Heh, it seems like Fuji Mountain will be sealed for a few days!"

Hu Qiang laughed, "The reason why the old fellow sealed off the mountain path was because he didn't want others to know about his heinous actions on the mountain. Now, however, his actions are counterproductive. Hehe, big brother, shall we go?"

Ling Yan nodded his head, glancing around at the scattered corpses, before hugging Hu Qiang by the waist. The two of them quickly rose into the air, and in a short moment, disappeared into the clouds.

A large number of bodies on Mount Fuji were not discovered by the authorities in the vicinity of Mount Fuji until the afternoon. The investigation data of the massacre were placed in the office of the Prime Minister of Japan in less than half a day, and reported to Emperor Miyazaki. Within three hours, the Prime Minister's residence issued an order: "Deal with the sixty-six ninja bodies at the scene as soon as possible and restore Mount Fuji's tourism landscape." When the police had completely sealed off the foot of Mount Fuji, they were already prepared to search the entire mountain. After receiving the order, they were at a loss.