Chapter 2332 - 2333: I Advise You to Restrain These Ants

This person is none other than Yang Fei.

Regarding this face, Patriarch Yamamoto had seen it countless times in the internal reports.

Every time, he would look with gnashing teeth, cursing incessantly.

However, when truly facing this person, he couldn't help but feel panic and fear.

Yang Fei stood there, looking at this sallow-faced, short-statured person of Sang Country, and said indifferently.

"Are you Yamamoto?"

As he said that, he raised an eyebrow and casually waved a hand.

A gust of wind arose from nowhere, sweeping towards the eastern wall.

Boom!

Another loud noise, the wall crumbled like tofu, shattered by Yang Fei's Wind Decaying Myriad Swords.

Together with over ten gunmen behind the wall, they were all torn apart.

Amid the blurred flesh and blood, a Gatling machine gun and more than a dozen rifles turned into scrap metal.

With Yang Fei's current realm, the use of Wind Decaying Myriad Swords couldn't be resisted even by a Foundation Building Period Cultivator.

Even a tank could be sliced into fragments in an instant.

Yang Fei rubbed his hands, as if he had just done something trivial, and looked indifferently at Patriarch Yamamoto.

"I advise you to restrain these ignorant ants; if they anger the young master, the young master will slaughter the Yamamoto family to the last."

As he said this, he raised his eyebrow lightly, a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"And don't count on the family guards outside this shrine."

"They are indeed elite, equivalent to a Special Forces platoon, but now, they have gone to where they should be."

Patriarch Yamamoto, looking at his indifferent gaze, as if a god overlooking all beings, involuntarily shivered.

To such a person, ordinary mortals are no more than ants.

Exterminating the entire Yamamoto family is yet just stepping on an ant nest for him.

For such a person, the military and legal powers of modern civilization are futile in his eyes.

Patriarch Yamamoto, truly worthy as the formidable head controlling the entire Yamamoto family, soon adjusted his mindset.

He sternly ordered all family guards not to act rashly, walked respectfully in front of Yang Fei, and bowed.

"Master Yang, honoring us with your presence, what requirements do you have?"

Yang Fei unexpectedly glanced at this 50-something, short, thin old man.

He had killed the Yamamoto Ancestor and dismantled the Yamamoto family's Pillar of Heaven, thus this hatred was greater than the heavens.

Yet, this Patriarch Yamamoto could see the situation within moments, as if he had never harbored such immense hatred.

He could even greet Yang Fei with a smile; this level of forbearance and mindset was truly remarkable.

In fact, the People of Sangdao have always bullied the weak and honored the strong.

Even in modern civilized society, survival of the fittest prevailed, especially among these prominent families who adhered to this rule.

Yang Fei looked indifferently at Patriarch Yamamoto and casually tossed him a printed paper.

The printed paper featured a strange pattern, which was the Crystal Skull.

The Yamamoto family, looking at the Crystal Skull's pattern, had their long brows twitch slightly.

His eyes revealed an extremely complex emotion.

This subtle action already exposed his true inner thoughts.

Yang Fei, as someone astute, immediately knew the Yamamoto Ancestor had seen this object.

Yang Fei felt secretly pleased; he found the Crystal Skull within Elder Sato's God Statue, arriving at an ingenious idea.

He wanted to see if among the Eight Great Golden War God Families, other Crystal Skulls could be found.

After all, during the Central Plains War years ago, the People of Sang Country invaded Huaxia and stole many precious treasures.

This Crystal Skull might also be among them.

Yang Fei, overlooking Patriarch Yamamoto, his eyes fully expressed an intent to threaten.

"Within three days, find this item and present it; otherwise, I'll annihilate your entire clan!"

Patriarch Yamamoto's body trembled, he fell to his knees with a loud thud.

"Master Yang, spare me. I've never seen this thing before; how should I even begin to find it?"

Boom!

A bolt of Heavenly Thunder suddenly struck down from the void.

Patriarch Yamamoto was hit by the Heavenly Thunder on his Heavenly Spirit Cover, his entire body charred, collapsing to the ground.

Thunderfire raged on his body, the others kneeling down in terror, their souls flying beyond.

Yet no one dared step forward to extinguish the flames.

In Yang Fei's eyes, there was unparalleled murderous intent as he pointed at a tall, thin elder in the middle.

"From now on, you are the family head of the Yamamoto Family."

"Three days later, present the Crystal Skull; otherwise, the Yamamoto Family will cease to exist."

The tall thin elder's face turned pale with fright, his soul shattering, he knelt on the ground and knocked his head repeatedly.

"Yes, Master Yang, I will do my utmost to find this item and present it to you."

Yang Fei sneered, looking at this elder meaningfully.

"No need to exert yourself fully; I know you can definitely find it. Good luck!"

Looking into Yang Fei's serene and clear eyes, the elder involuntarily shivered.

Under Yang Fei's gaze, all his secrets seemed not to be secrets at all.

After Yang Fei finished speaking, he no longer cared for the people of the Yamamoto Family, and left with a sweeping gesture.

This scene, within the next few hours, was reenacted in each of the eight Golden War God Families.

Yang Fei could almost conclude that the reason the Eight Great Guardian Spirits could gather the power of worship, forming a Spiritual Body, was certainly related to the Crystal Skull.

The material of the Crystal Skull is the Inborn Yin Treasure, able to gather Yin Souls and the power of worship.

Now, after killing the Eight Great Guardian Spirits, Yang Fei naturally wanted to claim the Crystal Skull.

Under Yang Fei's thunderous methods.

Yang Fei believed that no family would gamble on the extermination of their clan.

Given Yang Fei's current prowess, any disobedient family could be wiped out with a reverse hand.

After these actions, Yang Fei contacted Mei Suizi and found her in a picturesque little village in Dongping.

He found a Quiet Room and began closed-door cultivation, refining the Divine Thought of the Eight Great Guardian Spirits.

In the Grand Temple of the Three Kingdoms Royal Family, within Yi He Grand Priest's Quiet Room, the atmosphere was solemn.

Yi He Grand Priest, in his forties, had hair styled in a bun, sitting cross-legged, his gaze like water.

On the low table in front of him lay three Crystal Skulls, emanating a tender subtle glow.

The current heads of the Eight Great Golden War God Families sat in two rows beside Yi He Grand Priest, each with a grave expression.

Someone stealthily looked at the three Crystal Skulls on Yi He Grand Priest's table, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Yang Fei was right; back then, Yi He Grand Priest used four Crystal Skulls to successfully gather the Divine Thought and Martial Will of 12 War God Family ancestors.

The Grand Shrine Official had them receive offering at the Grand Temple, cultivating into the Body of the Spiritual Body.

Now, a Crystal Skull was taken by Yang Fei, leaving only three Crystal Skulls.

If Yi He Grand Priest lacked countermeasures, he would inevitably have to deliver them into Yang Fei's hands.

This, for the Eight Great War God Families, would undoubtedly be a disgrace.

However, to ensure the survival of the entire family, it wasn't much of a concern.

Yi He Grand Priest, looking at everyone indifferently, his tone seemed to echo from Jiuyou Ghost Realm, filled with a mysterious flavor.

"I understand the intentions of all the family heads; you all wish to use these Crystal Skulls to trade for the chance of family survival."

"There is nothing wrong with this for the family's survival, I don't blame you."

The heads of the Eight Great War God Families all deeply lowered their heads.

If Yi He Grand Priest harshly criticized them, they might instead feel nothing.

However, with his kind words of comfort, everyone felt a sense of being utterly ashamed.