Just as those dozens of ninjas appeared.

Saito Mikado's hand raised abruptly, pointing at Zhou Feng in the distance.

"The Divine Artifact is in his hands, take him down first!"

"Yes!"

The uniform response was so cold that it lacked a trace of human emotion.

Before the words fell, a dozen figures had already burst out from the fifty-person phalanx.

Their movement techniques were extremely bizarre; with a light tap of their toes on the ground, their figures turned into wisps of faint black smoke, dragging blurred afterimages across the air as they silently closed in to encircle Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng's expression was cold to the extreme.

Without even turning his head, he quickly gave an order to the figure in black kneeling on one knee behind him.

"I'll handle these people, you take your people and protect all the family members!"

"Yes, President!"

Receiving the order, the man in black quickly stood up and led Zhou Feng's trusted aides, acting like a black dam blocking in front of all the Zhou Family members.

They drew their weapons and instantly engaged in a chaotic battle with the remaining Sakura Country ninjas!

On the other side, those dozen or so ninjas had already surrounded Zhou Feng tightly from all directions.

They didn't say a single redundant word, their cold killing intent practically physical, almost freezing the air.

Zhou Feng slowly raised his right hand, and the black Heaven-Suppressing Seal in his palm once again bloomed with a deep light.

He looked at those ghost-like figures, his thin lips parting slightly as he calmly spat out that single word.

"Suppress."

Humming—!

Golden light suddenly appeared!

An imperial coercion, even more terrifying and vast than before, erupted like a tsunami with Zhou Feng at the center!

The Hannya masks on the faces of those dozen ninjas were instantly shattered to pieces by this power, revealing faces filled with extreme terror beneath the masks!

Their bodies uncontrollably flew backward, as if hit head-on by a high-speed train!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of loud noises!

Their bodies heavily smashed into the surrounding courtyard walls and rockery, the hard rocks instantly shattering as smoke and dust filled the air!

Even the three-story luxury villa not far away had its walls crack and more than half of it collapse under the impact of this terrifying energy!

"Pfft..."

Those ninjas struggled to crawl up from the ruins, spitting out large mouthfuls of fresh blood.

They were horrified to find that the equipment on their bodies had fallen to the ground one after another under that previous strike.

What made them even more terrified was that the power within their bodies was rapidly draining away at an unimaginable speed!

Their Level was dropping rapidly!

Level 50... Level 45...

In just a few short seconds, their Level was forcibly suppressed to the thirties!

Saito Mikado in the distance witnessed all of this with his own eyes.

His falcon-like eyes were now replaced by thick greed and fanaticism.

Is this the Heaven-Suppressing Seal?

With just a single strike, it severely damaged the strength of a dozen experts over Level 50!

Moreover, this was far from the true power of the Heaven-Suppressing Seal!

Although those ninjas were heavily injured, the killing intent in their eyes didn't decrease; instead, it increased.

They were death squads trained through the strictest standards, and the word "retreat" didn't exist in their dictionary at all.

Struggling to stand up, they were actually prepared to launch an attack on Zhou Feng again.

Seeing this, Zhou Feng let out a cold snort.

"Since you aren't afraid of death, then all of you go die for me!"

Just at this moment, Saito Mikado shouted loudly: "All of you step back, leave it to me!"

Hearing this, those fearless ninjas finally stopped their actions.

Using a bizarre movement technique, they turned into streaks of black shadows and vanished from the spot in a few flickers.

Saito Mikado stepped forward slowly.

He fished out an archaic scroll from his Spatial Ring.

While slowly unfolding the scroll, he muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear.

"Fortunately, I brought Mr. Soma's artwork when I came."

"Otherwise, it really wouldn't be easy to handle today!"

The scroll was fully unfolded.

On the painting was an Ōtengu entrenched atop a mountain peak.

It had a red face and a long nose, with wings growing from its back, holding a huge feather fan. Its eyes were tightly closed, and its expression was majestic, as if dozing off.

However, the moment the scroll unfolded, the entire painting spontaneously ignited without any warning!

Blazing flames instantly swallowed the archaic scroll!

The next second!

A sharp screech came from within the flames!

The Ōtengu in the painting, which had originally been stationary, abruptly opened its eyes!

Its golden pupils seemed to contain endless majesty and brutality!

It stretched out its huge wings and flapped them fiercely!

Whoosh—!

A violent wind appeared out of thin air, flying directly out of the burning scroll!

Its massive body blotted out the sky and sun, and an astonishing aura erupted with a boom!

Under this terrifying coercion, the complexions of everyone present turned completely pale.

The ordinary people among the Zhou Family members couldn't bear this pressure even more, rolling their eyes back as blood flowed from their seven orifices, fainting on the spot!

Zhou Feng raised his head, looking at the Ōtengu hovering high in the air, his expression becoming solemn like never before.

Although he couldn't see its HP and Level.

But the aura emanating from its body was not inferior in the slightest to the Hell-grade red dragon from before!

"Go, tear him to pieces for me!"

Saito Mikado let out a grim laugh.

The Ōtengu high in the air let out a sharp howl and violently flapped its feather fan!

Dozens of cyan wind blades condensed from violent winds swept toward Zhou Feng like a dense rain of arrows, covering the sky and earth!

Zhou Feng's expression sank as he once again raised the Heaven-Suppressing Seal in his hand.

"Suppress!"

Golden light rose again!

That formless imperial might instantly pulverized all the wind blades!

However, the Ōtengu's attack did not stop there.

Its figure flashed, and it actually teleported directly in front of Zhou Feng, its huge sharp claws carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air, fiercely grabbing toward Zhou Feng's head!

Zhou Feng's pupils constricted; without even thinking, he directly blocked the Heaven-Suppressing Seal in front of his body!

Clang—!

A deafening sound of metal clashing!

The Ōtengu's sharp claws were actually firmly blocked by that tiny seal, unable to advance even an inch further!

Seizing the opportunity, Zhou Feng fiercely thrust the Heaven-Suppressing Seal upward!

"Give me... suppress!"

Humming—!

The Heaven-Suppressing Seal's brilliance surged greatly, and a huge golden seal phantom appeared out of thin air, smashing heavily onto the Ōtengu's body!

Boom!

The Ōtengu let out a miserable, shrill scream, and its massive body was forcefully smashed down from the air like a meteor, creating a huge deep pit on the ground!

It struggled to get up, but the golden seal phantom clung to it relentlessly, pressing heavily onto its body and rendering it unable to move!

However, Zhou Feng's complexion also became extremely pale, and two streams of crimson nosebleed slowly flowed down his nasal cavity.

Unstoppable.

Seeing this, Saito Mikado couldn't help panicking a little in his heart.

The Heaven-Suppressing Seal was truly terrifying!

This artwork came from the hands of Soma Kosuke!

That was Sakura Country's most powerful SS-Rank Professional 【Spirit Painter】!

Although this Ōtengu was merely an early work of Soma Kosuke, it had still been treasured by him for many years and regarded as a lethal trump card.

Unexpectedly, it still couldn't contend with the Heaven-Suppressing Seal!

The fanaticism in his heart reached its peak at this moment.

This Heaven-Suppressing Seal, he must get his hands on it!

The next second, Saito Mikado moved!

However, his target was not Zhou Feng!

But rather that group of Zhou Family members protected by Zhou Feng's subordinates!

His figure turned into an afterimage, and the Katana in his hand slashed an icy arc through the air!

Pfft! Pfft!

The two men in black guarding the outermost perimeter didn't even have time to react before their throats were slit by his blade, killing them on the spot!

Saito Mikado's figure didn't pause in the slightest, instantly charging into the crowd and grabbing Zhou Ming, the second son of the Zhou Family. The sharp blade was pressed tightly against his neck!

Zhou Ting on the side changed expression drastically upon seeing this.

"Mr. Saito! What do you mean by this?!"

"You only need to deal with Zhou Feng alone, why are you holding my second son hostage?!"

Saito Mikado ignored him, only looking at the pale-faced Zhou Feng in the distance with a playful gaze.

"Hand over the Heaven-Suppressing Seal!"

"Otherwise, I will slaughter all your family members today!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire audience was shocked.

Even Zhou Ting on the side saw his old face turn deathly pale.

He said with a trembling voice: "Your Excellency Saito! This is not what we agreed upon!"

"How can you use the lives of my Zhou Family people as leverage!"

"You!"

"Shut up!"

Saito Mikado impatiently interrupted him.

"It was you Zhou Family people who failed to cooperate first!"

Finishing his sentence, he grabbed Zhou Ming by the neck, lifting his entire body up.

Zhou Ming struggled painfully in his hands.

Saito Mikado leaned close to his ear, laughing in a low voice: "You had a lot of guts when you spoke just now, I wonder if you really have as much guts as you said."

"Make your younger brother hand over the Heaven-Suppressing Seal, otherwise, I will kill you right now!"

Zhou Ming, who had originally been struggling in pain, miraculously stopped resisting upon hearing these words.

He slowly closed his eyes.

That silent action seemed to say: You're dreaming!

A trace of cold killing intent flashed through Saito Mikado's eyes.

"In that case, go die!"

"No—!"

Zhou Ting let out a desperate roar, his body staggering as he wanted to step forward to stop Saito.

But Saito's movements were much faster than his.

Pfft!

That slender Katana penetrated Zhou Ming's chest in an instant without a trace of hesitation!

Fresh blood slowly flowed down along the cold blade edge.

Zhou Ming's eyes gradually lost their focus.

He took one last look at his father.

In those eyes, there was no resentment, only endless desolation.

"Thump!"

Zhou Ting's legs went soft, and he collapsed onto the ground in despair.

At this moment, this head of the Zhou Family, who had been resourceful and calculating his entire life, truly realized.

Turns out he was really wrong.

Outrageously wrong.