Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 593 - 0594 The Eighth Sniping Line! (Third Release)

Chapter 593: 0594 The Eighth Sniping Line! (Third Release)

Smoke swirled around as Ye Qiu suddenly appeared and vanished, leaving the remaining ninjas unable to pinpoint his location.

Swish!

Ye Qiu gently sheathed the Kusanagi Sword and effortlessly slew another ninja, his heart neither sad nor happy.

"Damn it, our Invisibility Technique is utterly ineffective against him," some ninja realized as the fog instead became key to Ye Qiu’s concealment.

"We can’t let him continue to kill, or we’ll all end up dead." Someone raised their hand, and the ground suddenly whipped up a whirlwind that began to disperse the smoke.

As the smoke gradually cleared, the ninjas sorrowfully discovered that new smoke was forming—they hadn’t deployed any smoke bombs.

"It’s his weapon causing this, that’s our country’s Divine Artifact, which emits smoke!"

Upon hearing about the smoke-releasing Divine Artifact, the remaining ninjas were all excited, for what else could it be but the legendary Kusanagi Sword that a great and formidable ninja had used to quell chaos in the past?

Not only is the Kusanagi Sword a Divine Artifact of Japan, it is also a Holy Artifact of the ninja lineage.

The reason ten elite ninjas were commissioned, besides the royal family’s request, was also due to their own ninja lineage’s considerations—they too sought to seize the Kusanagi Sword.

"The Holy Artifact, we must obtain it from him even if it costs us our lives."

The remaining ninjas concurred on a shared goal and decided to fight Ye Qiu to the death. Ye Qiu scoffed, for at his level, all these surreptitious movements could not escape his perception, and even without using the Kusanagi Sword, he could still detect the locations of the ninjas.

He was merely curious about the strength of the ninjas, which was why he had been slowly picking them off; otherwise, even the elite ninjas would not suffice for his killing.

The true strength of an elite ninja was merely mid-stage True Qi realm; their fearsomeness lay in their reliance on various Ninjutsus to deceive and outwit their opponents—a form of martial art that took advantage.

Ye Qiu scorned the ninjas and Ninjutsu and, having lost interest in learning more, was no longer willing to play along with them.

The remaining ninjas unleashed their strongest attacks at Ye Qiu in a flurry.

At this moment, all they saw was the Holy Artifact.

Killing Ye Qiu and reclaiming the Kusanagi Sword was the goal of all ninjas.

The ninjas stopped hiding and appeared, hurling various flying knives and swords at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu dodged left and right, rendering the attacks ineffective, then leaped up, taking advantage of the terrain to appear instantly in front of the ninjas.

Swish...

With a horizontal sweep of his sword, Ye Qiu’s Sword Qi instantly submerged the exposed elite ninjas.

Without tricks for cover, they were ultimately weak, like toothless tigers, no different from cats.

One sword extinguished eight lives, and the group of elite ninjas perished.

The seventh assassination attempt failed!

"What? Not one survived?" The royal man’s face changed instantly upon hearing that all eight elite ninjas had perished.

Those were ten elite ninjas, cultivated with vast resources and time by the royal family, yet Ye Qiu had cut them down like slicing melons, which was certainly painful.

"This Ye Qiu truly deserves to die," the royal man’s heart bled, thinking he should have just used firearms to kill Ye Qiu outright.

Sato Geno perceived the royal man’s anger and reassured, "My lord, we still have four assassination attempts left; we will surely take down this Ye Qiu."

The death of the ten elite ninjas from the royal family spread far and wide, shocking many in the martial arts world. Ye Qiu had truly disturbed the underpinnings of the royal family, and given the death of so many elite ninjas, it wouldn’t be easy to train others.

The death of the ten elite ninjas was regrettable. According to those in the martial arts world, ninjas were not suited to daytime combat, and there were fewer geographical advantages to exploit in the snow compared to facing someone of Ye Qiu’s caliber.

If they had cleverly planned against Ye Qiu, the result wouldn’t have been this total annihilation.

People in the martial arts community were abuzz, saying that Sato Eno’s decision to arrange ninjas on the seventh assassination line was unwise and a strategic error.

The royal child naturally heard the discussions of the martial community. He glanced at Sato Eno, who was sweating profusely, well aware of the stark gap between himself and his superior.

Sato Eno immediately apologized, "My lord, this plan was also approved by you; we shouldn’t listen to the nonsense these people are saying!"

The royal child remained silent. The deaths of the senior ninjas had put him in a very bad mood; they were his power, all serving him, and now they had vanished just like that.

"My lord, the eighth assassination line includes a master we from the Aokuchi group have invited. You just wait for good news," Sato Eno said, deliberately changing the subject, with a full face of smiles.

"I hope you won’t disappoint me."

"Of course not, our Aokuchi group has gone to great lengths to invite him."

...

Ye Qiu passed through the seventh assassination line and continued down toward the middle of the mountain. Vegetation began to appear, with less and less snow, and occasionally, patches of green plants gave off a hint of green.

"Esteemed patron, please halt."

A figure blocked Ye Qiu’s path, and he suddenly flashed a look of astonishment, exclaiming, "Qian Zang..."

How could Qian Zang be here? Wasn’t he killed by Ye Qiu himself?

The elderly monk before him looked identical to Qian Zang, even the aura was the same.

No, that’s not right...

Ye Qiu noticed a difference; this Qian Zang had a small mole between his eyebrows.

"You are not Qian Zang!" Ye Qiu said.

"Indeed, I am not Qian Zang, but I am deeply connected with the Qian Zang you speak of. I am his younger brother, yet also his senior brother," said the monk, who appeared a few years younger than Qian Zang.

"You’re here to avenge your brother," Ye Qiu stated.

The old monk shook his head, "Although you killed my brother, I do not hate you, for it was his destiny. I had long warned him not to stray from the Buddha’s mind and destroy his realm. But he wouldn’t listen, and so he met the Buddha ahead of time."

"Then you should thank me," Ye Qiu said with a smile.

The old monk brought his hands together in a Buddhist salute and actually said a word of thanks to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu was taken aback. This monk’s detachment from life and death showed he truly was a master. Even in the face of his brother’s enemy, he could act so, indeed a high monastic who, compared to his brother Qian Zang, was more merciful, resembling a living Bodhisattva pitying the world.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but feel admiration!

This monk’s cultivation was truly profound!

As Ye Qiu was considering the great spiritual realm of the old monk, he spoke again, "That was what I, as a Buddhist disciple, had to say to the patron."

"Oh? What does that mean?" Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow.

All of a sudden, the monk’s kindly face turned sinister: "But as Qian Zang’s brother, you killed him, and now I merely wish to send you to meet the Buddha."

Suddenly, the monk exploded into action.

Ye Qiu’s forehead throbbed with irritation, cursing under his breath. He’d just praised the monk for seeming much stronger than his brother, yet here he was, the same sort, all putting on a virtuous front, cloaked in the guise of Buddhism, yet speaking of seizing one’s life or death.