“Baka!” one of the grand elders of the Yagyu Clan roared in anger. “Even if you kill us, we won’t kneel!”

“Sure.” Huang Xiaolong didn’t bother arguing as he pointed at the grand elder who spoke. In an instant, he exploded into a mist of blood. His nascent soul didn't even get the chance to leave his body when he died.

A look of fear appeared on the faces of the members of the Yagyu Clan as they jumped into the air.

“Split up!”

“Run!”

That was precisely the tactic of the Japanese Alliance. It was world-renowned, and it was something they used to great effect when running away from the enemies they couldn’t beat. It was too bad their opponent was Huang Xiaolong.

Flipping his palm, the members of the Yagyu Clan fell to the ground...