When they heard that the old ancestor of the Purple Flame Sect was coming to Tokyo, the old ancestor of the Iga Clan, Iga Honda, jumped in joy. They roared with laughter, “Huang Xiaolong poked the hornet’s nest this time! Hahaha! It’s too late for him to regret his actions now!”

The patriarch of the Iga Clan, Iga Fujio, roared with laughter, “If he knew that his actions would draw the ire of the old ancestor of the Purple Flame Sect, he might even get to his knees and bark when Yagyu Motoichi appears that day! Hahaha! When the old ancestor arrives, Huang Xiaolong is going to die! I can imagine his corpse hanging on the plaza opposite the Nanjing Chamber of Commerce!”

Laughter filled the hall. 

“Old ancestor,...