Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Yuan Zhinü turned around and glanced back.

Ye Jingchen, holding Erii's hand, stood quietly in front of the headless corpse of the snake-man dead servant, watching silently.

“This Deadpool is different from the one I saw at Tokyo Airport!” Genji looked at the snake-man Deadpool’s tail. “The Deadpools at Tokyo Airport were the kind with four limbs that crawled on the ground, unlike this one which is half human and half snake.”

Ye Jingchen carefully examined the snake-man Deadpool's body, noting the small, bluish-gray scales. Then, pulling Erii past Genji, he said, "There's nothing to discuss here. Let's continue inside. I feel like Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio are probably inside."

Yuan Zhinv nodded. "Are we going to rescue them?"

"We'll see." Ye Jingchen pursed his lips, not giving a direct answer to Yuan Zhinv. "Their value determines my assessment of them. If they die, we can just find someone from the Ryoma or Miyamoto families to replace them. They're not irreplaceable figures."

“You’ve become a bit sentimental, Genji.” With that, Ye Jingchen pulled Erii forward.

“I…” Yuan Zhinv stammered, unsure how to reply. He glanced at the Miyamoto clansman with half his face missing, who was leaning against the cement wall, pursed his lips, and turned to follow Ye Jingchen and Erii.

Ye Jingchen hardly cared about the lives or deaths of these people.

Erii didn't think that much about it, or you could say she didn't care about the lives of these people.

If it were Kazama Ruri, she wouldn't think so much either.

Strive to become that irreplaceable person.

The further they went, the more people lay on the ground—from the Ryoma family, the Miyamoto family, and the newly surrendered members of the Oni Clan…

Ye Jingchen suddenly pulled his foot back before it even touched the ground. He looked at the purple electric current on the ground, which was making a slight "buzzing" sound. To be precise, it was electric current in the water.

"Ah! Ah!!!" Ryoma Genichiro's roar came from not far away, his body surrounded by purple lightning, "Word of Power: Thunder Pool!"

Purple lightning instantly illuminated the previously pitch-black space!

Standing next to Ryoma Genichiro was Miyamoto Shio.

Miyamoto Shigeo's face was ashen, and the water sphere enveloping him was much smaller than before.

The ground was covered with the liquid left behind after Miyamoto Shio activated the "Word of Power: Vortex" water sphere and exploded.

Ryoma Genichiro's purple electric current from "Word of Power: Thunder Pool" expanded its attack range along these liquids.

The purple lightning moved rapidly in the liquid, heading in one direction!

"Hiss!!! Roar!" A Deadpool was instantly electrocuted, letting out a scream. It seemed to have turned into a purple LED light, its whole body radiating purple lightning.

Black smoke instantly billowed from Deadpool's body, along with the smell of burnt flesh.

As the purple lightning flowed through Deadpool's body, it generated a significant amount of resistive heat.

This is probably a high-energy combination technique between Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio, and it looks quite effective.

Ye Jingchen looked at the Deadpool, which was a deformed Deadpool.

Or perhaps it is a product of the two-headed snake-man Deadpool pieced together using special alchemical techniques.

Two heads, both growing on a robust body. One head is that of a short-haired male with a resolute face, sharp features, and a mouth split open to the ears, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

The other head is that of a woman with long hair, a cherry-like mouth, a high nose, and almond-shaped eyes. Two sharp teeth protrude from her upper jaw, making her look like a female vampire.

Its lower body consists of two tightly intertwined snake tails, resembling a diagram of a DNA double helix structure.

Ye Jingchen noticed that there were many shallow white indentations on the chest of this two-headed snake-man dead servant.

He turned to look at Genichiro Ryoma, "Can't the bullets penetrate the scales on this Deadpool's body?"

At this moment, the obese Ryoma Genichiro looked like an inexhaustible battery. He stared warily at the two-headed snake-man Deadpool, not daring to be distracted. "Yes, Deputy Director Ye, we were just about to go back to support you after hearing the huge explosion outside."

Unexpectedly, they encountered five snake-men dead servants who blocked their way.

Their scales are difficult to penetrate with bullets, and sometimes they even bounce back, harming friendly forces.

We paid the price of several clansmen to barely kill four Death Servants. One escaped and its whereabouts are unknown; we couldn't find it and continued exploring deeper. (The escaped Death Servant was the same one that ambushed Genji earlier.)

Then, inside this place, they encountered this elite-level monster from Deadpool.

Now I think they must possess a certain level of intelligence, as they even knew how to lure the enemy deep into their territory!

Ye Jingchen looked at the dead servant, slightly raised his hand, and flicked his sword finger, "Nameless."

The nameless sword was drawn, flying out with black flames on its blade, making the already dark environment even more gloomy.

Is black light still considered light? The flames of "Word of Power: Netherfire" overshadowed the purple lightning of Ryoma Genichiro's "Word of Power: Thunder Pool".

Nameless easily severed the two heads of Deadpool, the two-headed serpent-man, as if slicing through tender tofu.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, the ghostly fire burned endlessly.

No blood spurted out; black flames burned, and the two heads of the two-headed snake-man struggled on the ground, their jaws opening and closing repeatedly.

The headless body lay convulsing on the ground, its two snake tails no longer intertwined, but instead flapping and thrashing against the ground in an attempt to extinguish the terrifying black flames.

But this flame will not go out; it will never go out.

In just thirty seconds, the two-headed snake-man Deadpool was burned to ashes by the hellfire, leaving not a trace, as if he had been erased.

"Nameless." Ye Jingchen recalled Nameless and sheathed his sword. The remaining Netherfire on the ground also disappeared as Nameless was sheathed.

“That looks like the Amaterasu Fire, the Black Flame from Japanese mythology!” Ryoma Genichiro raised his hand and wiped the sweat from the bald patch on his scalp with his sleeve, then turned to look at Miyamoto Shio.

Miyamoto Shigeo was utterly shocked. He adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, his mouth agape, speechless.

"What are you two standing there for? I've already contacted the Inuyama family head to come and carry out rescue operations." Ye Jingchen turned to Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio, and sternly rebuked them, "Why aren't you going to check which other clansmen can still be saved?!"

Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichiro stood at attention and nodded in unison when Ye Jingchen reprimanded them, "Yes, sir!"

The two turned back the way they came to see which of their respective tribesmen were still alive.

Ye Jingchen stopped looking at the two of them and turned to approach Yuan Zhinv, "Do you think there are any more Dead Servants around here?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhinv looked around, her ears twitched, and she shook her head. "I haven't found anything yet."

"I've wasted too much time here!" Ye Jingchen turned around, grabbed Erii, and started to leave, complaining in his heart, "Why is time passing so slowly?"

Why can I only complete one daily task per day?

Time, please pass quickly! Hurry up and let the next day come!

I need to improve; I need to grow.

Ye Jingchen understood perfectly well that he had no deep-seated hatred for the Dragon Kings. If possible, it would be best if he could subdue all the Dragon Kings; so far, he did not dislike them.

But without power surpassing these Dragon Kings, without a fist bigger and harder than the Dragon Kings, such ideas can only remain as fleeting illusions.

Even if you have overwhelming strength, it would be difficult to subdue these dragon kings, as they possess their own pride, reserve, and ambition.

This is like the totem "snake biting its own tail," which can lead to a paradox of "beginning" and "end."

"If it doesn't go my way, then let it be destroyed, and let it become the foundation beneath my feet."