CHAPTER 767: CHAPTER 750: GOD OF SLAUGHTER’S FURY, BLOODBATH ON THE SCENE!

Old Gou’s expression was vibrant after hearing that, but then he calmly said, "I’m not trying to claim credit for free; I just want to give the young people a chance to perform, don’t misunderstand me."

"Of course, I know you care for the younger generation."

Fan Tong scoffed at Old Gou’s words in his heart, but he continued to smile obsequiously on the surface.

The reason is simple—achieving his purpose is enough!

"Jian’er, without any surprises, your great grudge will be avenged," Fan Tong turned his head and whispered to Fan Jian, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

The two of them simultaneously flashed a sinister smile!

Ye Huan and Yuusuke Kameda had similar strengths, and if they fought, neither could budge the other!

A fight to mutual destruction was absolutely inevitable!

A fool like Ye Huan insisted on showing off, getting involved in this mess; the outcome would surely be getting his eggs kicked or being beaten severely enough to end up in the ICU!

Ha-ha, brilliant!

For a moment, Fan Tong’s sinister smile grew even broader!

Fan Jian was the same!

They harbored sinister intentions, as did Old Gou.

Old Gou remained expressionless, stroking his long beard with an air of superiority, yet his heart was full of sly laughter!

His strength indeed surpassed Old Li’s by a margin.

But honestly, he had no confidence in defeating the Jonin on stage!

This was a Divine General-level powerhouse!

And his own power was far from reaching the Divine General level!

However, with the Crown Prince as a stepping stone, he could easily claim the head of a Jonin later, ha-ha!

Profiting without effort!

Slaying a Jonin would be bragging rights for life!

Moreover, he would earn the respect of countless people!

Then, by saving the gravely injured Crown Prince, he could gain goodwill from both the Ye and Li families; a triple win indeed!

While the three were inwardly laughing sinisterly.

On the stage, Yuusuke Kameda narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intensely at Ye Huan, who had just jumped onto the stage. His eyes burned with raging anger, and a deep voice filled with murderous intent said, "You came on stage to die?"

"Not to die," Ye Huan grinned, "I came on stage to take your life."

As soon as those words were uttered, a thick tension filled the arena!

Yuusuke Kameda’s face immediately darkened, and he said vengefully, "Kid, don’t be so arrogant! Against someone like you, I have only one way to solve it—kill!"

"You can try."

Ye Huan was unperturbed, making a gesture of invitation.

In that instant, Yuusuke Kameda vanished, attacking Ye Huan like a phantom!

The air echoed with his roaring voice!

"Kid, do you know why I’m known as the ball-kicking demon? Because you Huaxia men are too stupid. You, too, are as dumb as they come! Daring to oppose me, Yuusuke Kameda, daring to steal women from me, you’re truly too stupid!"

"Idiots like you should disappear from this world forever!"

"I will cut off your Huaxia descendants, and make all Huaxia women objects for us Japanese people! I want your nation to vanish from the world forever!"

"Decades ago, during that war, Japan only temporarily lost, and in the future, we will avenge that defeat!"

"Now, I’m going to kick the balls of you damned idiot!"

As the roar faded!

Yuusuke Kameda had already appeared in front of Ye Huan, bursting forth with Jonin-level might that shocked everyone present!

He gathered unprecedented strength on his toes!

A sudden kick out!

Ye Huan did not evade, instead keeping a chilly expression while staring at Yuusuke Kameda, his gaze suddenly turning cold!

He did not dodge, but raised his right hand into the air, clenching his fist with a "crack" sound!

A monstrous killing intent swept out, centering on the stage; all creatures within a ten-mile radius felt this boundless murderous intent, shivering violently, terrified!

The street lights on the roadside, their circuitry breaking simultaneously, immediately went out!

Birds took to the sky, flapping their wings rapidly to flee the area!

The orderly traffic on the road became chaotic, with everyone fleeing their current location as if gone mad!

This wave of killing intent made hearts race, made pulses escalate directly to 180!

It turned the heavens and earth, all changed color!

All creatures felt as if a Scythe of Death had appeared at their throats, ready to claim their lives at any moment!

Standing at the epicenter of the killing intent, Yuusuke Kameda’s body had long been frozen, cold sweat soaking his collar, and urine wetting his pants!

His original momentum vanished the moment Ye Huan’s killing intent burst forth!

The two sides’ auras were not on the same level, not on the same dimension!

This was an aura far beyond Jonin, far beyond Divine General level!

Far beyond Divine General level...

Celestial God!

Realizing this, Yuusuke Kameda was shocked!

This young man in front of him, who looked even younger than himself, was a Celestial God level powerhouse?

How could this be!?

Yuusuke Kameda’s lips trembled; he couldn’t believe it, but he had to!

Because even his father, one of the two Divine Ninjas of the Kameda Clan, the Patriarch of the Kameda Clan, had an aura much weaker than Ye Huan’s!

A Divine Ninja is a Half-Step Celestial God.

Then, Ye Huan’s aura must be Celestial God level!

The three big characters "Celestial God Level" sent a chill down Yuusuke Kameda’s spine.

The increasingly cold gaze of Ye Huan made him feel utterly chilled to the bone!

Yuusuke Kameda felt as though he was being stared at by an ancient, bloodthirsty beast, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe. A polar chill from Siberia shot up from his toes straight to his forehead, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably!

"What, not going to chatter anymore?"

Ye Huan, with his hands in his pockets, asked coldly.

Yuusuke Kameda could barely breathe, let alone chatter; he couldn’t open his mouth at all!

Cold sweat flowed to the ground like raindrops!

"If you’re not going to chatter, then I’m going to ’move my foot’."

Ye Huan flashed a harmless smile and lifted his toe.

Yuusuke Kameda’s pupils shrank. Instinctively, he wanted to cover his crotch with his hands, but he found that in the very center of killing intent, his arms were like they were filled with lead, impossible to lift!

It felt as if they weren’t even his own!

He could only watch as Ye Huan’s foot, full of murderous intent, kicked towards him!

"Crack!!!"

The sound of the egg breaking was louder than all the egg-breaking sounds before combined!

"Um!!!!!!!"

This time, it was Yuusuke Kameda’s turn to hunch over his crotch, eyes bulging out of their sockets, his face turning blue!

The egg was shattered!

Only Yuusuke Kameda knew just how "sour and delightful" that feeling was!

This sour delight confirmed one thing for him!

He would certainly be left without descendants!

"Ah!!!" Yuusuke Kameda collapsed on the ground, clutching his crotch, rolling over and over in an attempt to relieve the excruciating, gut-wrenching pain, letting out cries as if someone had killed his parents!

Just hearing it made chills run down one’s spine!

"Baka, kid, you’re courting death!!"

Below the stage, angry roars erupted!

One of the heirs of the Kameda Clan had his egg kicked and shattered, leaving him without descendants—how could the Japanese samurai below endure this!?

It was Yuusuke Kameda’s egg that was kicked, but it was them who felt humiliated!

The Japanese have always believed that the glory of the master and subordinates is shared, as is their disgrace!

If the master’s egg was broken, the subordinates must follow suit!

Even if they didn’t want to break, once the Kameda Clan found out, they would surely send someone to "help" them break!

There was only one solution!

Avenge the master and torture this kid to death!

Maybe then they could avoid the painful fate of broken eggs!

The samurai drew their long samurai swords, forcing themselves past the fear born from the lingering killing intent in the arena, and charged toward Ye Huan!

Ye Huan remained impassive, directly grabbing a leading samurai by the neck, snapping it with a "Crack" sound, and then kicked him to leave him without descendants!

Immediately, he slapped him away while bending down, snatching the long samurai sword from Yuusuke Kameda’s waist!

The weapon scabbard blocked the front, and after fending off a strike, Ye Huan instantly used Iaijutsu to slash the neck of the samurai in front of him!

Then, with a sudden thrust, he ensured this person was left without descendants!

At this moment.

"Baka! Kid, go to hell!!!"

From the four directions, shouts from the samurai resounded!

Ye Huan gripped the sword hilt with both hands, his eyes gradually narrowing.

As the tips of these more than a dozen samurai swords approached just a centimeter away from him, he evaded the crowd at a speed that no naked eye could catch, with an incredibly agile body technique!

When the others regained their senses, Ye Huan was already ten meters away, his legs slightly bent, his hands lifting the samurai sword obliquely over his right shoulder, making a stance for accumulating power!

The overwhelming power entirely gathered on the blade!

Ye Huan roared, slashing out with all his might, delivering two blows!

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

The sound of the wind being cut through echoed!

The air was sliced apart, the resulting gusts slapped everyone present in the face, causing stinging sensations on their cheeks!

But not one person blinked; everyone’s eyes were opened wider than eggs, mouths agape wide enough to fit a rock!

Even Yuusuke Kameda, with horror-stricken wide eyes, ceased his screams!

The cold blade light carried a fierce killing intent horizontally!

The deadly blade light carried endless might vertically!

The two blade lights crisscrossed, slicing through the long sky, directly cutting through all the bodies of the samurai, and then blasted onto the wall behind the club!

In that instant, the wall collapsed with a thunderous crash!

Over a dozen samurai stood motionless where they were!

Ye Huan, expressionless, without even a glance, sheathed the gold-embossed long samurai sword back into its scabbard!

Behind him, each Japanese samurai had four neat cut surfaces on their bodies, from which bright red blood spurted out.

A few seconds later, forty-four large pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, making a series of "thud" sounds.

The mixed red-and-white liquid dripped, "drip, drip," onto the flesh and blood.

In no time, the arena was awash with rivers of blood!

"..."

At this moment, the entire crowd fell into a dead silence...