Rebirth: City Sovereign

Ordinary people might not be able to notice it in such a short period of time, but the martial arts experts immediately noticed that the ghosts and gods that were in charge of the various shrines of the country's four islands had all disappeared!    

    

Especially the sharp Arts Cultivating Warlock s of the Spiritual Strength, they all rushed into the shrine to inquire about the situation.    

    

This news swept across the entire nation's Martial Arts Realm like a hurricane, shocking everyone. As soon as they found out that the Self-Defense Force had been broken by a single White-Clothed Heavenly Master, all the ghosts and deities of the shrine disappeared.    

    

The power of these Ghost Gods were extremely strong, and perhaps a few Heavenly Master in the martial way would be able to handle them when they were on a single target. However, if they attacked at the same time, the power that would erupt would far surpass the combined forces of the Four Great Protector s.    

    

The country would definitely not accept not seeing any of these ghosts and gods.    

    

Immediately, all of the high level figures in the State Martial Arts Realm and the mystical world gathered together and began to intensely discuss who exactly had such great ability to deal with all sorts of ghosts and gods.    

    

Amongst them, Protector sat with her horse, Ichibosai. To the upper echelons of Martial Arts Realm, the news of Protector losing two people in a row had long ago spread. It was just that in order to calm Martial Arts Realm, she did not spread the news.    

    

"Could it be India and Kingdom of Pyramid? The power of their spells can also spread to the gods and deities, and is just the opposite of our country. " Someone spoke up.    

    

"Impossible, Witchcraft Sect had long been destroyed by the White-Clothed Heavenly Master a year ago, and even the s have been eradicated. They are almost powerless, how can they still have the ability to deal with the hundred and fifty types of ghosts and gods in our country." Someone immediately opened up the old account and denied it.    

    

"Could that be a Ghost Mastering Sect? "They have been coveting the ghosts of our country for a long time."    

    

"No, Ghost Mastering Sect do not have that kind of courage. They are wanted by the entire world. Wanting to charge into our country is simply a dream." Chiba Ryoma rebutted first.    

    

These experts voiced their doubts one after another, but none of them worked.    

    

The hundred types of ghosts and gods were not small powers. If he wanted to defeat them all in a short period of time, the amount of power he would need would definitely not be small.    

    

Just when the two Protector s could not even think of what was going on, a miserable voice suddenly came from the entrance of the conference room.    

    

"No need to guess."    

    

When everyone heard the voice, they raised their heads to look towards the source of the voice. They saw that Ashiya Haruaki was still wearing the light blue hunting suit, but his expression was clearly much paler than before.    

    

Behind Ashiya Haruaki, all of the Yin-Yang Master s wearing different coloured hunting uniforms and black crows walked into the conference room.    

    

These were all the strong practitioners within the Yin-Yang Master, especially a young man who was only around twenty years of age who followed behind Ashiya Haruaki. Chiba Ryoma and Hengma Ichibosai recognized him with a single glance as Ashiya Haruaki's last disciple, and there was even the faint figure of Monk An Bai, who had replaced the name of the number one Yin-Yang Master in Ashiya Haruaki.    

    

At this point, almost all of the best practitioners in the country had gathered in this small meeting room. The scene was unprecedented.    

    

When everyone saw Ashiya Haruaki who never left the shrine appear, they knew that the situation wasn't good.    

    

"Sir Qing Ming, you said there's no need to guess, do you know who did it?"    

    

"Mn, it's the White-Clothed Heavenly Master." Ashiya Haruaki nodded heavily.    

    

The moment these words were spoken, the entire audience burst into action. It was as if all the experts were burning with fury in their eyes.    

    

"It's this guy again?"    

    

"He used a strange magic tool to collect all the ghosts and gods. Even my three gods are unavoidable." Ashiya Haruaki sighed.    

    

"This guy is going too far!"    

    

"That's right. Even if he killed two of our Protector s, he actually dared to meddle with so many ghosts and gods. He truly is audacious!"    

    

Everyone flew into a rage as they roared.    

    

But very quickly, they went silent again. Even the three Protector s couldn't do anything against Ye Kai. No matter how many people they had, they were only serving as cannon fodder for Ye Kai.    

    

"If even a hundred types of ghosts and gods are unable to control the White-Clothed Heavenly Master, then I'm afraid that only the Echelon Self-Defense Force and the M Army stationed in R Nation will be able to deal with him, right?"    

    

Without using the ten thousand sets of Self-Defense Force, none of them were confident that they could kill Ye Kai.    

    

"No, we still have our last trump card. Before we came, the Group's chairman, Mr. Mitsubishi Iwasaki, had already reported the order. The order has already allowed us to go and request for that person."    

    

Ashiya Haruaki said as he broke the deadlock.    

    

"That?"    

    

After a moment of thought, everyone came to a realization and was shocked on the spot.    

    

"Yes, please let Ichibosai Jun and Longma Jun. Come with me to Mount Fuji and invite that man out."    

    

After Ashiya Haruaki finished speaking, the two great Protector s both stood up with grave expressions.    

    

The other experts, on the other hand, had incomparably feverish expressions in their eyes, and could not conceal the excitement in their eyes.    

    

He was a legendary figure from the Wartime, the strongest existence in the country of R!    

    

"..."    

    

Mount Fuji, the highest peak in the country, is located on the island of Honshu and is one of the symbols of the country.    

    

Although this mountain had not erupted for three hundred years, it was still an active volcano, and the temperature of the volcano was thousands of degrees, even someone as strong as Ichibosai, couldn't get too close to it.    

    

Near the peak of Mount Fuji, there was a small villa. This villa was made entirely of fireproof wood and was very resistant to high temperatures. Otherwise, if a wooden house were to be built near the peak of Mount Fuji, it would start on its own fire within a few days.    

    

Ashiya Haruaki and the other two Rankers activated their Body Protecting True Strength and carried the high temperature to the Villa.    

    

"Ever since the defeat decades ago, my teacher had already retired here, bitterly cultivating the way of the sword, and no one ever came to visit me again. If it weren't for the fact that the Echelon cultivators often confirmed my teacher's death, many of the Warrior would have suspected that he had already passed away." Chiba Ryoma said.    

    

To them who cultivated the way of the sword, this person who lived in the villa was the teacher for all of them. Even if Shinto Munen and Momoi Kuro were here, they would have to respectfully call him teacher.    

    

The three of them bowed towards the small villa and slowly walked into it.    

    

Within the villa, everything was as simple as it should be. At the very end, there was a banner with the word "Sword" carved on it. Under the banner, there was only a pale old man meditating inside.    

    

This old man's face was pale, devoid of any trace of blood. His eyes were sunken, and his skin was wrinkled like sandpaper. The incomparably mighty muscles that he retained in the hearts of the people had long since retreated, turning into a thin skin that covered his bones.    

    

If not for the fact that Chiba Ryoma and the rest had extremely strong hearing and only heard the old man's weak heartbeat after half a minute, they would have thought that he was already dead.    

    

"Teacher, I haven't seen you in decades. I've come to visit you." Chiba Ryoma knelt down on both knees and kowtowed deeply, while the other two people bowed with incomparable respect.    

    

When the old man heard Chiba Ryoma's voice, he slowly opened his eyes. Ashiya Haruaki used his Spiritual Strength to spy on him and discovered that the old man's eyes were already like muddy water.    

    

"Is it Thousandleaf? Has it been a few decades? The other two are the descendants of Rushu and Hummer, right? "    

    

"Senior, it's us." The two of them replied.    

    

"Why are there only two Protector s? Do you think that I, this old man, don't even like them?" The old man coughed again and again, with an extremely weak posture.    

    

Seeing this, Ashiya Haruaki could not help but suspect, he knew that the old man was over a hundred years old, his birthday was near, but he did not expect him to be this old, to the point that even taking two steps would require a large amount of effort.    

    

"The two of them have already been killed." Chiba Ryoma said solemnly.    

    

"Is that so? "That was really dismal. They should still be in their prime when it comes to martial arts. They must have died too early." There wasn't much worry in the old man's voice, just a light sigh.    

    

"Who killed him?"    

    

"It's a Warrior from the China. His name is a White-Clothed Heavenly Master and he has already stepped into the Peak of Elemental Core before the age of twenty. He even has a faint name for the First Man of China and both Shinto Munen and Momoi Kuro died under his hands." Chiba Ryoma reported truthfully.    

    

"To be able to kill a Protector at the age of twenty, she is truly a peerless genius." Even the old man couldn't help but slightly raise his head as he exclaimed in surprise.    

    

"Back then when I fought with Chinese Protector against Tianyi, I was thirty, and he was only twenty-seven. It's just that I didn't think that there would be another monstrous genius with such a terrifying talent in China.    

    

"I remember that there's only been one Thunder Arts genius in the Heavenly Master Dao, could it be that even he can't beat this White-Clothed Heavenly Master?"    

    

"Senior, the Heavenly Master Dao does not dare to shake our country's entire array of ghosts and gods, but not long ago, with this White-Clothed Heavenly Master used a bizarre ability, she took away all of our country's ghosts and gods. I'm afraid that the genius of the Thunder Arts and even our China could not compare to him." Ashiya Haruaki spoke bitterly.    

    

"They took away all the ghosts and gods?"    

    

This time, even the old man was moved.    

    

"However, with his abilities, he can only target ghosts and gods. Otherwise, with just the few of you, how could you have the chance to escape from his hands?" The old man easily saw through the use of the Legend of Deification.    

    

"Right now, the country's martial arts are very low. The two Protector s have been killed and the Gods and Demons robbed. We, as well as the Echelon cultivators, would like to invite teacher out to kill the White-Clothed Heavenly Master." Chiba Ryoma lowered his head even more.    

    

"But with your old body, if it's really inconvenient, there's no harm …" Ashiya Haruaki took a quick glance at the old man's body. He was worried that if the old man stood straight, even his bones would shatter.    

    

"Hahaha, didn't the Echelon give you my name?"    

    

"What?" Ashiya Haruaki was startled.    

    

The old man took out a blade sheath from his back, it was unsheathed, but just the appearance of this blade sheath made even a Yin-Yang Master like Ashiya Haruaki have the urge to retreat, as though there was some kind of strange magic power inside the sheath, causing people to be wary of it.    

    

Even his muscles were bulging, and crackling sounds were coming from between his bones. His pale hair grew densely and quickly, and even his turbid eyes were as clear as water, as if they could pierce through everything.    

    

In less than half a minute, the old man had disappeared and was replaced by a hot-blooded man in his prime.    

    

He held the sheath in his hand and turned around. When he saw the word "sword" hanging in the air, he loudly laughed.    

    

"I am the previous generation's Sword Saint, Kagamiya Ryoma."