?Mobile reading Six people finally heeded the advice of Naoki Nakamura. They maintained their formation and slowly departed from the small temple. If they knew what Qin Feng was doing now, they'd surely be furious enough to turn red in the face. Eight Zero E-book In the small ding, the tent had already been set up and was continuously swaying. The wooden bed creaked, as though complaining about its heavy load and demanding an early retirement. A prolonged battle was unfolding inside the tent, with the male and female protagonists giving their all—striving to advance while fully adapting to each other. High-pitched exclamations, like celestial music, poured out from Isabel's lips. Qin's excitement stemmed from the fact that, in his two previous successful performances, he had managed to achieve success consecutively under the watchful eyes of over a dozen people—a feat that would surely be doubted by anyone who heard about it. His inner excitement naturally translated into more vigorous and sustained movements. Two hours later, with six people protecting him, Junnan Nakamura arrived at a well-fortified mountain valley and came to a halt. At the same time, Qin Shao roared softly, the two of them tightly embracing, leaving only heavy, labored breathing. Nakamura himself was breathing deeply, though his exhaustion stemmed from the escape, a clear contrast to Qin Shao's condition. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through contacts as he said, "Please don't worry, everyone. I'm arranging for supplies and weapons to be sent right away. Just let me know what you need—I'll have the helicopters bring everything over!" The six nodded, still driven primarily by a desire for vengeance, with no special demands for material goods. Of course, if, after killing Qin Feng, Nakamura failed to fulfill his promises, they would act without hesitation. As for this location, Qin Feng didn't need to search for them at all, since Xiao Ding had been accompanying them from the beginning and was now stationed safely in reserve. In the morning, a large transport helicopter landed nearby, offloaded a substantial amount of supplies, and then returned along the same route. Most of the supplies were for food and lodging, including various daily necessities, which allowed Nakamura Hitoshi to prepare thoroughly for a prolonged campaign. Each of the six monks received a share of supplies; though they didn't speak much about it, their direct and enthusiastic acceptance clearly conveyed their sentiments. It wasn't until this afternoon that Qin Feng and Isabella slowly woke up, only to be startled upon seeing the well-organized defensive setup outside. Undoubtedly, among the seven people outside, at least six were skilled professionals, who had carefully constructed their fortifications according to the terrain, with thoughtful and strategic arrangements. "I never realized how capable these people were," Qin Feng said sincerely. "Yes, if we want to gain an advantage, it's going to be difficult. What do you suggest?" the beautiful instructor asked. "There is," he said, pointing to Chūn Nan in the picture, with a cheerful smile, "he's definitely the weakest link among the seven. Let's target him!" The beautiful instructor brightened: "You mean..." "Exactly," he replied, smiling, "variant humanoid beasts have clearly less resistance to ranged weapons than divine temple monks. We'll eliminate that guy first. Once he's gone, the remaining six will lose their protection—our opportunities will multiply!" Isabella nodded: "Let's do it!" Since she didn't possess the ability to use the Na-gem, the next task naturally fell to Qin. After exiting the small tripod, his first move was to ascend, maintaining altitude until he reached five hundred meters, then circling the mountain valley once to prepare for the bombing. A monk raised his head; the intense sunlight caused him to involuntarily squint, holding his hand up like a shade to keep looking upward. Even for someone with exceptional vision, it would be difficult to clearly see someone at a height of five hundred meters, let alone Qin Shao, who had taken several measures to conceal himself. Another monk also lifted his head, sensing the approaching danger. Wheeze... Wheeze... Several heavy bombs fell from the sky, but due to the overwhelming brightness of the sunlight, the six people were unable to deflect them. "What sound is that?" Munakata Shun-nan ran out, asking, for this young man was wearing glasses—when he saw the bombs descending, he gasped in astonishment. Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of explosions erupted, sending shockwaves laden with shrapnel sweeping across the area, and the small valley was instantly engulfed in flames. This level of explosion had no effect on the divine temple monks, but it completely knocked out Nakamura-sama—he hadn’t even had time to transform yet, being hurled into the air by the shockwave, like a autumn leaf tossed back and forth by the wind. Though he continuously transformed, several of his beast forms sustained serious injuries during the blasts and ultimately collapsed back into human form, landing heavily on the ground. At that moment, three anti-tank missiles descended vertically from the sky, striking the same spot and triggering an even more powerful explosion. The leading monk, weaving through the flames, asked with concern, "Nakamura-sama, are you all right?" Well, look at what remained—just a scattered heap of broken limbs and fragments, with only a mass resembling a torso left intact. How could he possibly recover now? Enraged, he shouted skyward, "True cultivators! Show some spirit! Come down and fight me hand-to-hand! What's the point of just sitting up there and dropping bombs?" "Qin Shao smiled and replied, 'Killing Naka Toshihisa with a blast is no small feat. You claim I can fly—well, then, fly up yourself!' The six were quite incensed, yet powerless. They could only see Qin Feng, so they had to maintain their invincible plum blossom formation, fearing a surprise attack. Watching their helplessness, Qin Shao burst into laughter, 'It seems you all really enjoy this place. Fine then—stay right here. I'm off to continue causing trouble for your other organizations in the Sun Kingdom!' With that, he took off on his flying sword. The six were uncertain whether he was serious or not, so they dared not leave. In truth, Qin Feng had already departed—he simply didn't have the time to waste here. He would return later to deal with these six holy monks once he had handled the next batch of elite fighters. In the late afternoon, the helicopter that had appeared in the morning returned—not to deliver supplies, but to transport Naka Toshihisa's body away. Several people worked hard all day long before they managed to gather all the fragmented body tissues and place them in a metal coffin to take away. One monk shook his head, looking deeply disappointed, and said, "He's gone now—our promise to him is no longer valid. If we go find his company, I doubt they'll even acknowledge the claim!" Another monk agreed, "Yes, after all the effort it took to finally secure their own temple, it seems we've ended up with nothing—just a wasted effort, like water running through a bamboo basket!"