?Reading on smartphone Pfft…pffft… The large head of the Sun Kingdom rocketed skyward, blood gushing from its neck, landing several meters away. Eighty-Electronic-Book: The eyes on the head were wide open, fixed in astonishment—until the very end, he couldn’t figure out why cultivators had allied with the bloodline. Didn’t they have a long-standing rivalry? “Hey, done!” Qin Feng chuckled, approaching and wrapping his arms around the beautiful instructor’s slender waist. “It’s true—when men and women work together, it’s easier. I’ve been so exhausted trying to take down Mount Gakai, but once you arrived, Sasha, you handled it effortlessly!” “Of course—more people means more strength,” Isabel said, gesturing toward the lifeless body still twitching. “I wonder if that man will be all right. How long can he keep moving without a head?” "Qin Dashi found it strange and speculated, "There shouldn't be any problem—after all, that guy was an upper-nin, one of the top-tier ninja figures. Even after his death, he'd surely remain motionless for a longer time than an ordinary person!" As he spoke, the corpse began to move more vigorously, its limbs even trembling. "By the gods, this isn't good," he thought instantly, summoning his flying sword and taking the female instructor with him as they ascended. Boom— the body exploded, splattering fragments of flesh everywhere. Just as the fragments were about to strike them, they flashed into the air and vanished. Upon arriving at the small steaming pot, both were breathless, stunned by the suddenness of the event. Who could have imagined that a high-ranking ninja's body would explode after death? If it were anyone else, after killing their opponent, they'd surely stand beside the corpse, offering a heartfelt reflection—exactly what would have gotten them hit. Fortunately, Qin Dashi reacted quickly. Though they hadn't been struck by the fragments, they could still feel the sheer power of whatever it was. "Small Feng, I think we should go outside and take a look," Isabella suggested. "Agreed," he nodded. The next moment, they stepped out of the small steamer and found the surroundings in disarray—the once-thriving grass and trees now completely withered, and even the stones and bricks on the ground had been corroded beyond recognition. If they had been hit directly, they'd likely have died or suffered serious injuries. He swallowed hard, feeling both shaken and relieved, and said, "Indeed, it's quite formidable. I should have known—our experience was earned through blood and sweat, and now it all makes sense!" The female instructor agreed, "Good thing you reacted promptly!" Their eyes both turned to the head of Kaga-Isan, which was covered in fragments and blood, yet hadn't been corroded like stone. "Wait—does it really have a second move?" he asked. "Better to be cautious," the female instructor replied. "Alright, let's burn it." He held the Fire Dragon scroll in his left hand and pulled out his phone with his right, turning the flash to maximum. He took a photo first, then crushed the scroll. Hooorrrrr... The blazing flames turned the human head into ash. The beautiful officer looked puzzled, asking, "Why take a photo? For keepsake?" "Hey, of course! I'm sending it to Kaga Ichimasa. Isn't he the cousin of Kaga Ichisan? If every single person who helps me with the funeral sends a message, how could he possibly know?" He grinned. This was a psychological strategy. You claim to be the top master of the Kaga school, don't you? Well, if even you fall right in front of me, then I'll see just how many of your people can come and fight me. "Pretty sneaky," the beautiful officer remarked. "What did you say?" Qin the young man blinked. The officer quickly corrected herself: "I mean, it's quite strategic... no, actually, it's quite brilliant, heh!" "That's about right. How could you treat your husband like this? You should use more praise." He huffed. Fifteen minutes later, Kaga Ichimaru received the news of his cousin's death, and when he saw the photograph, he was startled into a cold sweat. It was clear from the image that his cousin's head had been severed, and the body had even exploded—yet this had done nothing to harm the enemy. "How could this be? How could this be?" he stood up, pacing back and forth, murmuring to himself. "My cousin was my top pick—my very first masterstroke—and yet he couldn't even hold his own against the Qin youth. This simply can't be!" He couldn't believe it because he himself had faced off against Qin Feng. At that time, Qin Feng had barely managed to escape—he had been no match at all. If he couldn't defeat him, how could he possibly have defeated Kaga Ichisan? Yet that was exactly what had happened. Initially, we only dispatched a single representative from the Kagami mountain clan, based on this very consideration: since Qin Feng couldn't match the level of a senior jounin, sending one person was sufficient—why bother involving others? At that moment, Kikuchi Hidetaro appeared at the door with a smile, "Master of the Kagami style, I've just heard news from the Chinese side. I was nearby, so I came over promptly. Isn't it good news that your cousin has succeeded in eliminating Qin Feng? After all, I always believed that a Kagami master dispatched to carry out a mission would surely succeed!" "He's genuinely devastated about himself. Since Qin Feng's name has come up, he's poured in dozens of billions of dollars—yet at the end of the day, he's gotten nothing. Hachiguchi Ichiro felt just as distressed. Hearing this sharp questioning, he was instantly furious: "What's wrong with losing some money? Can those funds buy you a single master ninja? Jiuchian, the head of the group, I'm in a terrible mood right now—I simply don't have time to entertain you!" "I don't feel like a guest," said Jiuchian Heitaro, his face darkened. "I just have one question: 'What's next?'" Hachiguchi Ichiro took several deep breaths, gritting his teeth: "Of course, we'll keep moving forward. I won't stop until Qin Feng is eliminated!" "Then I'll be waiting for your good news," said Jiuchian Heitaro, and with that, he turned and walked away. It took a long while for Kaga Koki's mind to settle. Suddenly remembering something, he slapped himself on the forehead and murmured, "What a mistake! That man was truly the main backer—how could I have been so unkind to him? If only I had treated him better, I could have secured ongoing funding. What a pity! Oh!" Since he had already driven the person away, would he now have to face the embarrassment of asking them back again? Moreover, the other party probably no longer believed in the previous arrangements—how could they possibly willingly contribute funds? Kaga Koki was now deeply regretting his actions. He had not only lost his younger brother but also driven away the sponsor. Now, what was he to do? Thud... He struck the fine redwood table with a firm palm, and the table shattered into four pieces. "Qin Feng," he declared, "I swear I will not rest until I have eliminated you."