Chapter 2326 - 2327: The Mysterious Man

Mei Suizi spotted Yang Fei at a glance, and her originally terrified heart instantly calmed down.

The deep look in Yang Fei's eyes gave her a steady, warm strength.

The next second, she immediately noticed something strange about herself—her whole body felt chilly; she wasn't wearing any clothes.

She cried out in shock, hurriedly scrambled up, and put on her dress.

Right at this moment, Yang Fei sensed that outside the Temple, people were already crowding all around.

He let out a cold sneer despite himself and took Mei Suizi's hand.

"Come, let's go out together."

Outside the Temple, Patriarch Sato and Yingzi and the others were watching the inside of the Temple, hearts in their throats.

Inside the Temple, at first there had still been countless Heaven and Earth Vital Energy fluctuations surging violently, but at this moment they suddenly fell silent.

The deathly silence made everyone's heart uneasy and restless.

Patriarch Sato forced himself to suppress the fear in his heart, muttering to himself as if in comfort.

"The Elder will definitely be fine. He's invincible under heaven—how could he possibly be defeated by this Huaxia ant?"

The others all echoed Patriarch Sato's words.

"Yes, the Elder is invincible under heaven. An ant like that would have been erased long ago."

"The Elder's Divine Skills—how could an ant like that even imagine them? He offended the Elder; by now his Soul has already been annihilated."

"Long live the Sato Family, long live the Elder!"

...

Among these people, only Yingzi's brows were tightly knit; her lips moved twice, but in the end she didn't dare speak.

Just then, a young man in a white Zhongshan suit walked out.

Behind him, he was holding the hand of a dazzlingly beautiful girl.

Seeing this young man, everyone seemed as if struck by some kind of Magic Curse.

Every pair of eyes went wide, every mouth fell open; they turned into clay and wood statues.

"Yang Fei came out—doesn't that mean…"

A terrifying thought rose up from the depths of every heart.

Everyone tried desperately to deny it, yet the fear in everyone's heart expanded and spread without limit.

Yang Fei and Mei Suizi walked past the Sato Family members, moving forward with cool, calm composure.

Patriarch Sato could no longer endure the terror in his heart and rushed into the Temple like a madman.

"Elder…"

Yingzi followed behind Patriarch Sato and rushed in as well.

Inside the Temple, Elder Sato's figure had already vanished; only a heap of shattered statues remained, the floor a complete wreck.

Seeing this scene, Patriarch Sato felt as if struck by Thunder Strike; he suddenly dropped to his knees on the ground, howling in grief.

"Elder, it's me who wronged you—I didn't protect you well…"

The other family members also knelt on the ground, tears flowing, sobbing uncontrollably.

The fact that the Sato Family could have its current status was inseparably tied to Elder Sato's existence.

No matter how the political situation changed, no matter what opinions the Royal Family members held, as long as Elder Sato existed for one more day, the Sato Family would flourish for one more day.

It could be said that Elder Sato was equivalent to the Sato Family's Divine Needle that calmed the seas.

Yet now Elder Sato was dead, and the Sato Family's future prosperity and wealth could no longer be guaranteed; decline and dissolution might come within just the next ten years.

Patriarch Sato knelt on both knees, and respectfully knocked his head nine times against the fragments of the God Statue.

Then he stood up, turned to face the crowd, his eyes blazing, his expression resolute.

"Disciples of the Sato Family, the one who killed the Elder has just left. This is our mortal enemy with whom we cannot share the same sky—what should we do?"

Kill!

All of the Sato Clan's Disciples roared in unison, drawing their blades; their cold steel shone like snow.

Every face looked both tragic and solemn.

Though Patriarch Sato did not practice Martial Arts, he too drew the katana from his back.

"Blood must pay for blood. The glory of the Sato Family must not end with me. Between us and this great enemy, it's to the death, no rest until one side is gone."

The Sato Clan's Disciples present were all the Sato Family's elite samurai, almost uniformly Great Grandmasters of Danjin Tongshen level.

Hearing Patriarch Sato's words, everyone's blood boiled, and they were about to charge toward the manor gates.

At this moment, Yingzi suddenly knelt down in front of them, spreading her arms wide to halt their charge.

"Patriarch, that man absolutely cannot be confronted head-on. He was able to cut down even the Elder; even if all the elite family disciples rush up, it would only be sending them to die in vain."

Patriarch Sato lashed out with a flying kick, sending Yingzi tumbling backward.

"Out of the way! Family affairs are no place for a woman to interfere."

Yingzi spat out a mouthful of blood, then suddenly pounced forward again and wrapped herself around Patriarch Sato's left leg.

"Patriarch, please see clearly: what the Sato Family most needs right now is to survive. Only by staying alive can we take our revenge."

Patriarch Sato's eyes were blood-red; he had been completely overwhelmed by hatred.

He kicked Yingzi again and again, but Yingzi clung to him with all her strength, refusing to let go of his left leg.

"Damn you, I'll kill you!"

Patriarch Sato suddenly raised his long blade, paused slightly in midair, then without hesitation chopped down toward Yingzi's head.

Just then, a small object tore through the air with a sharp whistle, shooting in from the Northeast.

That thing struck the steel blade in Patriarch Sato's hand.

With a clear clang, Patriarch Sato's sword was actually smashed into two pieces.

Patriarch Sato froze. Looking at the broken half of the blade, he saw it was stained with dark purple grape juice.

The object that broke Patriarch Sato's Hundred Refinements Steel Saber was actually a grape!

The tiger's mouth of Patriarch Sato's hand was torn open by the shock; blood dyed the hilt red.

He turned to look toward the Northwest, and immediately saw a pale, beardless man with a strangely enchanting expression.

Behind him stood two girls as fresh and lovely as flowers.

One of the girls was peeling the skins off juicy, sweet grapes and feeding them to his mouth one by one.

In his grief and rage, Patriarch Sato had his steel saber broken by a single grape from this man, and instead he sobered up.

"Who are you?"

The enchanting man ignored Patriarch Sato, simply looking appreciatively at Yingzi, clicking his tongue.

"Good girl—she can see the big picture, knows the relative strength of enemy and self. At a critical moment, she's decisive and not muddle-headed. She's a fine seedling."

Patriarch Sato, both shocked and suspicious, shouted his question again.

"Who exactly are you, sir? Why have you broken into my Sato Temple?"

The enchanting man gave a faint smile.

He seemed to be recalling the years gone by, a slight melancholy in his expression.

"Who I am—you don't need to know. But now that Sato is gone, as his old friend, it's only right that I come to see him off."

After speaking, the enchanting man took a wine gourd from behind his back, poured out clear sake from it, sprinkling it on the ground as he muttered softly.

"Sato, a hundred years of comradeship in war—though you've gone ahead of me, it will never be extinguished."

As he spoke, an air of vicissitude came over his face, and a soft, lingering song rose from his throat, like an Onmyoji chanting a funeral rite.

"I still remember, when we achieved success in Martial Arts, joined the army to serve the nation, and shed our blood on the frontiers."

"I still remember, when Martial God Wang Xiaoshi's powerful forces pressed at our borders, you and I joined hands to resist the enemy, facing death a thousand times yet never yielding."

"Now your Soul alone has been Shattered—how could I let you go on alone?"

...

Hearing this, Patriarch Sato was even more shocked and suspicious. He looked at this enchanting man and suddenly cried out.

"I remember now—you're Miyamoto Ancestor, one of the Eight Great War Gods!"