Yamamoto Kusakara's injury that time was much worse than the one before. He started to puke blood.
He struggled to climb off the ground, and he could barely believe what had just happened. He had been cultivating for more than thirty years, but he had failed to block the strike of a twenty-year-old man right then.
But what was done was done. He had been beaten like a dog by the young man, twice.
"You bastard! All of you! Kill him for me, now!"
As Yamamoto Kusakara commanded, more than twenty of his ninjas rushed to Qin Haodong with swords in their hands.
"You crickets and ants!"
Qin Haodong would never be afraid of those low-level ninjas because he had already reached the fifth level of the Covert Power. He rushed into the crowd with the little fellow in his arms. Soon, those g
