Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

A man wearing red stands at the forefront. He has a massive build, resembling a little giant, and his muscles stretch his clothes into a bloated form. His eyes shine with a fierce light.

The leader of the orange team wears a white headband and walks barefoot. His heels, soles, and insteps are covered with thick calluses, and every step he takes leaves a deep half-inch footprint on the ground.

The yellow and green groups stand very close together, and everyone has a Japan Samurai Sword at their waist. Particularly the two at the forefront, they carry long swords with shining jeweled leaves on the blades.

The blue and purple groups stand one in front of the other, with each member's hands wrapped in strips of cloth, making their fists larger by a full circle than those of ordinary people. The leaders' fists are like gongs, almost the size of half a head.

The six factions took their seats at different spots, seemingly having opposing alliances without any communication. The leaders of each family closed their eyes, looking solemn and serious.

A few miles from the Xiangxie Divine Platform, a disciple of the Miyazaki Family carried a green flag, appearing somewhat dejected, especially the Family Head Miyazaki Ryosuke, who seemed even more dispirited without his usual sharpness.

Amid the crowd, one figure appeared particularly conspicuous. He reclined on a sedan chair, resting with his eyes closed, while four disciples bore expressions of humiliation and fear, all cautiously carrying the chair, fearing any mistake that could provoke this person's thunderous wrath.

"That should be the Miyazaki Family's team!"

From the dense forest to the left, several eagle-like gazes locked tightly on the Miyazaki Family's team.

"The person at the front should be the Family Head, Miyazaki Ryosuke!"

Among the three, one who carried a three-section steel baton on his back, the oldest among them, watched Miyazaki Ryosuke and whispered.

"He looks good, but his aura seems somewhat unsettled, as if he might be injured?"

Another man, with a lean face but stout arms and legs, expressed slight doubt.

"Isn't this something we shouldn't be concerned about?"

The only woman among them, with shiny black hair and bright eyes, had a face of elegant beauty with the bold spirit of a heroine.

She glanced at the boy lying on the sedan chair, her tone slightly tensed: "What I find strange is that person's identity. He isn't the Miyazaki Family's heir, Miyazaki Keiji, yet he can sit steadily in the chair while even Miyazaki Ryosuke must walk on foot. What's going on?"

"We can't worry about so much; if we let them continue for a bit longer, they'll reach the Xiangxie Divine Platform. At that time, with so many experts present, it will be exceedingly hard to make a move!"

The oldest man's gaze deepened, and the other two exchanged glances, nodding in agreement.

"Swish!"

The three slipped out of the woods, moving swiftly and silently, swiftly approaching the last three disciples of the Miyazaki Family without making a sound.

At the forefront, Miyazaki Ryosuke remained unaware, except the boy lying on the sedan chair curled his lips without moving.

"Hm!"

The three Miyazaki Family disciples were directly dragged into the woods. When reappearing, they wore different faces, following at the back of the team without anyone knowing.

In Huaxia Yanjing, Liu Gengsheng slammed a palm on the table, angrily reprimanding the person before him.

"What did you say? Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard have already gone to Japan?"

"Nonsense, this is nonsense!"

He shouted: "Didn't I already say that the Special Task Force doesn't need to act, just wait for news, so why allow those three to go?"

The person opposite him looked aggrieved. Though he was the deputy leader of the Special Task Force, he had no real authority.

The Special Task Force had many capable people, with top experts possessing strength rivaling the top ten devils on the Hua Xia Hidden Dragon List, almost unrestrained.

Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard went to Japan. He didn't want to stop them, but he simply couldn't.

Liu Gengsheng pressed his Sun Temple, and gradually calmed down.

"Forget it, you can't be blamed for this either!"

He waved his hand, carrying a trace of worry in his heart.

"I just hope nothing goes wrong!"

At the Xiangxie Divine Platform, the Miyazaki Family finally arrived. Several disciples carefully put down the sedan chair, and Ye Qingfeng lay quietly on top, motionless.

Miyazaki Ryosuke sat at the head seat, his face extremely gloomy. He truly wanted to stand up and loudly announce Ye Qingfeng's identity and purpose.

But among the families present, the strongest was only slightly stronger than himself; who could withstand Ye Qingfeng?

Thinking of this, he could only suppress the humiliation and anger in his heart, sitting still.

At the back of the Miyazaki Family's group, the oldest Dragon's gaze turned serious.

He scanned the surroundings, realizing there were not less than ten people at the level of Junior War King among those present, seven of whom had reached Intermediate War King, and one who had even stepped into High-level War King.

"No surprise it's a gathering of the Japan's Seven Martial Arts Families, truly a host of experts. If not for our special aura-hiding Secret Technique, we would have long been detected."

The heart of the other man, Tiger, grew heavy as they were Special Task Force elites whose mission here was to retrieve the Chiyou Sword.

Their only objective was Shangchuan Duan Shui.

"Really don't know if the leader has gone senile, telling us to all stand down and await news. If that's so, then where's our Huaxia's dignity?"

The youngest, Leopard, felt dissatisfied, having led this unauthorized action. She simply couldn't comprehend leader Liu Gengsheng's orders.

She glanced sideways, noticing that the boy still lay quietly on the sedan chair, calm as if having nothing to do with the world, her heart rising with a hint of disdain.

"The Japanese truly are arrogant fools, aren't they? In such a setting, how can a youngster dare to sleep so soundly?"

She shook her head lightly. The next moment, a long hum echoed between heaven and earth.

"Buzz!"

A dark red light descended from the sky, crashing heavily on the Divine Platform, and the surrounding land trembled for a moment.

People from each family narrowed their eyes, with several Family Heads fixing their gaze with astonishment.

Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard, the three ace agents of Special Task Force, locked their sights on the Divine Platform, where a fully dark-red Longsword had cut into the platform, leaving only half the blade exposed.

They trembled inwardly.

"Chiyou Sword?"

The sword that cleaved the Divine Platform was the very Chiyou Sword stolen from Huaxia, instantly recognized by Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard, who had memorized its features from intelligence reports.

Though their target was within reach, they dared not act rashly.

Because they sensed an extremely dangerous presence surrounding them, something intensely terrifying monitoring everyone here from the shadows.

Their hearts chilled, striving to keep their bodies relaxed without revealing a trace of their aura.

At this moment in Japan, there was probably only one person who could exert such a powerful oppressive feeling.