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The night sky was sprinkled with stars, and there was even beautiful moonlight which contrasted sharply against the surrounding darkness.

Ling Zhenfei suddenly sped up and ran forward, swinging the dagger in his hand through the darkness ahead.

Thud!

It was as if the dagger had sliced through something. Ling Zhenfei collided with it and then found himself in another place, a lot brighter than before. In the distance, he could see the beautiful residence of the Sima Family.

Looking behind him, Ling Zhenfei finally understood everything. The thing his dagger had sliced through was actually a piece of black cloth, and he had escaped through the gap it created.

The reason Ling Zhenfei had only seen darkness around him was that someone had enclosed him with a circle of black cloth. No wonder it had been so dark.

"Who is it, who is there?" Ling Zhenfei shouted in the direction of the black cloth.

Following Ling Zhenfei's words, three figures clad in black emerged from behind the cloth. They were dressed entirely in black, with black headscarves and face coverings, like elves in the darkness.

All three were holding long swords, slender and intimidating, and a mere glance was enough to know they were extremely sharp. Furthermore, each of them had a sword hanging at their waist, its sheathed blade exuding a killing aura.

Ling Zhenfei was greatly surprised and the term "Japanese ninja" sprang to mind instantly upon seeing these three.

Could it be that Japanese ninjas still existed in this society? Ling Zhenfei had not expected this, yet the three of them were standing right in front of him.

"What can I do for you three?" Ling Zhenfei asked, looking at the trio.

"Ling Zhenfei, I didn't think you had it in you, but you've managed to not get yourself killed," said one of the ninjas, sounding slightly surprised.

"Who are you?" asked Ling Zhenfei.

"I'm Iga Akiramaru, and I have come to kill you," the man said coldly.

"How arrogant. Now that we are out in the open, do you still have confidence?" Ling Zhenfei was of course not afraid of them. While the three ninjas might have had an opportunity for a sneak attack from within the black cloth, now that they were in the open, Ling Zhenfei had nothing to fear.

"Is that Dragon Tooth Dagger in your hand?" Akiramaru pointed at the dagger in Ling Zhenfei's hand as he asked.

Ling Zhenfei was startled. This person actually knew the name of his dagger. When he thought of the Japanese, he soon understood, "So you were sent by Watanabe Nagayumi."

"So what if I was? Hand over the Dragon Tooth Dagger and the Phoenix Elixir Furnace and I might spare your life," Akiramaru said with a frigid voice, exuding confidence as if he was certain that dealing with Ling Zhenfei would be straightforward.

"Sorry, but if you want anything, you'll have to come get it yourself," Ling Zhenfei gestured dismissively at the three men.

"You're looking for death, then. Let's take him down together."

After saying that, Akiramaru and the others' figures shifted as they surrounded Ling Zhenfei in the middle.

At that moment, the three ninjas raised their right hands and threw something to the ground. Instantly, smoke bombs detonated, emitting a powerful explosion, enveloping Ling Zhenfei in white smoke in an instant.

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Ling Zhenfei's heart jumped again; it truly was from the tiger's den into the wolf's lair. He had just been trapped within the black cloth walls, and now he was trapped in the midst of white smoke—there was no essential difference between the two.

The only difference was that in the black cloth walls Ling Zhenfei had been unguarded, whereas now he was fully alert.

Ling Zhenfei knew that Akiramari and the two other assassins were hidden within this white smoke, ready to strike at any moment.

Ling Zhenfei also made comprehensive preparations, his ears attuned to the sounds around him, his hands already gathering Northern Spiritual Energy, ready to strike. But even after waiting for about half a minute, there was no movement at all.

Waiting was the most torturous thing. Ling Zhenfei was surprised and puzzled about when the ninjas planned to make their move, or if they had perhaps already left. If they were still there, why hadn't they attacked yet?

At that moment, the white smoke began to dissipate slowly, thinning significantly compared to before. Peering through the mist, Ling Zhenfei really didn't see any ninjas, and he finally let out a sigh of relief—it seemed that the ninjas had indeed left.

Just as Ling Zhenfei relaxed a little, he suddenly felt a chill in his Divine Sense, a cold Qi descending from above. Taken aback, Ling Zhenfei quickly looked up and saw three shadows appear above his head out of nowhere.

The three figures moved at the same time, their long swords stabbing down towards Ling Zhenfei. The downward attack was particularly difficult to defend against because it was sudden and from above, leaving Ling Zhenfei with little preparation, and the gravity-aided movement was much faster.

Ling Zhenfei marveled at his luck in noticing in time; otherwise, he might well have been dead by now.

At this point, Ling Zhenfei had no way to avoid it; the three long swords had already reached the top of his head, and he could even feel the cold Qi from the blades.

Ling Zhenfei instinctively made a move—he suddenly leaned back and fell straight to the ground. Although the movement was extremely awkward, it gave him a moment to breathe.

Rolling over on the ground, Ling Zhenfei escaped the range of the ninjas' attack. But before he could get up, three poisoned arrows were shot at him. Ling Zhenfei quickly dodged to the side.

Just as he avoided the poisoned arrows, the three ninjas had already caught up with him, wildly hacking at Ling Zhenfei on the ground.

Unable to stand up from the ground, Ling Zhenfei could only use his Dragon Tooth Dagger to block, but it was virtually impossible to fend off the swipes of three long swords.

As he dodged frantically, fear gripped Ling Zhenfei's heart—was he really going to meet his end at the hands of these three ninjas today? In a desperate bid to survive, he had no choice but to use his trump card.

"Ling Zhenfei, if you don't hand over the item, you're as good as dead," Akiramari roared, his hands moving non-stop, showing no sign of sparing him.

"Hand over to your grandpa!"

Ling Zhenfei threw out a punch, and though his Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists didn't hit anyone, the sheer force of the blow slowed the ninjas' techniques by a fraction—enough for what he needed.

Suddenly, a metal sphere flew out of Ling Zhenfei's hands, zipping into the sky and startling the three ninjas.

The sphere was crisscrossed with Northern Spiritual Energy—it was Ling Zhenfei's Storm Mixed Yuan Pearl, now filled with energy and bristling with Cow Hair Fine Needles.

"Die!"

Ling Zhenfei bellowed, and the Storm Mixed Yuan Pearl unleashed its fury, raining down on the three ninjas like a downpour.

The three ninjas were stunned; they hadn't expected Ling Zhenfei to possess such a powerful artifact. The energy-infused Cow Hair Fine Needles were painful no matter where they hit, and if they struck a vital spot, death was the only outcome waiting for them.

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