Sect Leader Tang now only wanted to soothe this great deity as quickly as possible, fearing that the other party might truly provide a "live teaching session" on a whim.
On the other side, the Head of the Zhao Family finally snapped out of it. His face held no fear; instead, it was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy and excitement.
His entire body was trembling slightly. The way he looked at Ian and the others was full of fanatical hope and reverence.
Such divine might!
Such terrifying power!
What worry was there that the Ninja Leader of Bihe Mountain wouldn't be destroyed?
What worry was there that the Japanese invaders wouldn't be eliminated?
"Sect Leader! Grandmasters!"
The Head of the Zhao Family hurried forward, bowing deeply, his voice shaking with emotion.
"I implore you all to strike, slay that Ninja Leader of Bihe Mountain, and avenge our fallen compatriots! Rid our China of this great pest!"
"I, Zhao, along with thousands upon thousands of Chinese citizens, will surely remember your great kindness forever!"
Having witnessed this "assassination" method that was simple and crude to a preposterous degree, and having felt Ian's unfathomable power that rivaled gods and demons, the members of the Tang Sect felt their worldview had been struck as never before. However, they also thoroughly recognized a cruel reality.
In the face of this world-destroying power, the skills they took pride in—stealth, poisoning, mechanical traps, and hidden weapons—really seemed insufficient when it came to "efficiently clearing a threat."
Perhaps this was the "professionalism" of a new era.
The old Sect Leader took a deep breath, suppressing the crashing waves in his heart, and made a decision.
"Since the Sect Leader and the members of your noble sect possess such strength and the heart to rid the nation of evil, my Tang Sect will naturally cooperate fully!"
He was just about to say that he needed to dispatch elite disciples to scout the Ninja Leader's specific location and the Japanese camp's defenses, but he was interrupted by Ian raising a hand.
"No need for the trouble."
"I already know the specific location of that Bihe Mountain Ninja Leader."
"He is currently at..."
Ian recited a precise location, even describing what the other party was doing at this very moment in vivid detail.
The martial arts field fell into silence once again. Everyone, including the old Tang Sect Leader and the Head of the Zhao Family, looked at Ian with strange expressions.
Was this real? Could this Magnetic Field Sect... not only possess terrifying strength beyond reason, but even have such heaven-defying investigative abilities?
Where exactly did they come from?
"Sect Leader, this... how do you know so clearly?" The Head of the Zhao Family's voice carried a hint of hesitation.
He truly found it hard to understand. The hiding place of this Ninja Leader was extremely secretive; they had spent a great deal of effort and sacrificed many people just to barely scrape together a few clues.
How could the Sect Leader of the Magnetic Field Sect state it so easily? The location he gave was almost identical to the spot Zhao had investigated previously. Was this man truly an immortal?
Ian didn't answer directly. He simply smiled and reached out a palm toward the empty air.
Hum...
The space in front of his palm rippled slightly, like a stone dropped into a pond. Immediately following, a group of soft light lit up, rapidly stretching and expanding, actually forming a light screen in mid-air!
On the screen, images flowed—it was the interior of a Japanese tent!
"What kind of technique is this?!"
"Heavens..."
The members of the Tang Sect, including the highly trained and strong-willed inner sect experts, couldn't help but let out low cries of shock. They stared wide-eyed at the screen as if they were seeing something completely beyond imagination.
The Head of the Zhao Family leaned forward a few steps to look at the Ninja Leader on the screen, his lips trembling, wanting to say something but lost for words due to extreme shock.
In the center of the tent projected by the screen, a short figure sat cross-legged.
It was an old man less than 1.4 meters tall, with long, pale hair trailing on the ground. His face was withered, skin clinging tightly to his bones, looking like a dried corpse that had just crawled out of a grave. He sat with his eyes closed, yet he was surrounded by a visible layer of cold, black Qi.
"The Ninja Leader of Bihe Mountain!" Fury burned in the Head of the Zhao Family's eyes as he gritted his teeth and spoke harshly.
Gravity also flashed in the old Tang Sect Leader's single eye. Even through the image transmitted by the screen, he could feel the poisonous and eerie aura emanating from the old man; he was definitely not an easy opponent.
However, as long as he could get within ten meters of the target, he could surely kill him.
Ian's finger moved slightly, and the perspective on the screen began to shift slowly. The crowd then discovered three other people standing in the corners of the tent.
On the left was a woman wearing a kimono, with a Japanese-style hairstyle and eerie, heavy makeup, her face expressionless like a statue.
On the right was a young man in a crisp suit. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked refined, yet he held several talismans covered in strange runes that exuded an evil air.
And standing behind the Ninja Leader was a samurai. A strangely shaped katana hung at his waist, its blade seemingly wrapped in wisps of black Qi. This samurai's eyes were full of madness and bloodlust; his whole being seemed neurotic, as if he might draw his sword at any moment and randomly kill a few teammates.
"These few are likely not easy to deal with either," the old Tang Sect Leader said in a heavy voice. "I can't tell the woman's background, the one in the suit seems to follow the path of an Onmyoji, as for that samurai..."
Before he could finish, Lu Ci, who had been standing behind Ian suppressing his emotions, couldn't take it anymore.
The moment the screen's perspective froze on the mad samurai's face, Lu Ci's body felt as if it had been struck by lightning!
"GWAH!!!" A pained, suppressed roar erupted from his throat. On that thin face, muscles distorted with extreme rage, and his eyes instantly turned as red as blood!
"Ei... ta!!!"
BOOM!!!
An indescribable, violent power suddenly exploded from within Lu Ci!
Crackle! Crackle!
Blinding electrical light surged around him. The bluestone slabs beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and a powerful shockwave spread out, making the surrounding Tang Sect disciples lose their footing and retreat!
"Fifty-Thousand-Volt Power?!" Zhang Chulan's eyelids jumped as he watched from the side. Are these old seniors all progressing this fast? It seemed he really couldn't slack off.
Ian's eyes shifted slightly. As expected, hatred was the best fuel.
It seemed this Eita was the fuse that would ignite the bomb that was Lu Ci. As long as he killed this boy with his own hands, Lu Ci would likely be able to cross the threshold of Magnetic Field Rotation immediately.
However, just when everyone thought Lu Ci would lose control completely, the violent aura around him retracted. All the electricity vanished, and the sky-toppling rage seemed to be compressed into the bottom of his eyes.
In the depths of those crimson eyes, there was no more madness—only a heart-chilling, pure, and extreme killing intent.
He slowly turned his head to look at the old Tang Sect Leader. His voice was raspy but exceptionally calm—so calm it made one's skin crawl.
"When can we depart?"
The old Tang Sect Leader dared not delay for a second.
He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Anytime! My entire Tang Sect is willing to fully cooperate with the Grandmasters! Information, perimeter security, backup support—all shall be according to the Sect Leader's orders!"
He now thoroughly understood that compared to these people from the "Magnetic Field Sect," the Tang Sect's assassination skills might truly only be suitable for playing a supporting role and handling logistics.
"Good! Excellent!" The Head of the Zhao Family was so moved that old tears streamed down his face. "Sect Leader! Grandmasters! Whatever you need, just say the word!"
"Even if my Zhao family has to go bankrupt, we will definitely support you with everything we have! As long as we can kill those sons of bitches, the Japanese invaders!"
He seemed to already see the day when the Ninja Leader was killed, the ninjas scattered, the Japanese were driven back step by step, and the War of Resistance was won.