Wu Bei said coldly: "You Japanese people are very courageous. You dare to come to Yanlong and run wild. Who gave you the courage?"
He punched the opponent in the face, and the terrifying sword element was shattered. The opponent's face was smashed with one punch, blood spattered, and bones were shattered.
The man screamed and was beaten several hundred meters away, before being kicked to the ground by Wu Bei.
Wu Bei stepped on the other person's rotten face and asked coldly: "Tell me, why did you come to Yanlong?"
At this time, his power of the God King exploded, forming an innate suppression on this person. The Japanese monk was shocked and shouted: "You are the God King, it is impossible! No one can absorb the power of the God King!"
Wu Bei said lightly: "Others can't do it, but I can! Answer my question, otherwise you will be destroyed physically and mentally!"
The flames on the man's body disappeared, revealing a normal human appearance. He said: "I am the god cultivated by the Japanese Amaterasu Foundation, Kurosawa Yasu."
Wu Bei of the Amaterasu Consortium knew about it. He had interacted with Mitsui Mori in the past. The president of this consortium, Mitsui Ryutsuo, also tried to swallow up the Mitsuyo Consortium, but he was later stopped by him.
He suddenly had a bad feeling and asked, "You are from the Amaterasu Consortium, what are you doing here at Yanlong?"
Kurosawa Yasuo said: "I have the power of God, I tested my power in the air, and accidentally came to your country."
Wu Bei sneered: "Accidentally? Do you know how many people died from the flames you just created?"
Kurosawa said in a trembling voice: "I made a mistake!"
Wu Bei: "Let me ask you, how many monks like you are there in the Amaterasu Consortium?"
Kurosawa Yasuda: "I am the only one at the moment, and the consortium has spent one-third of its wealth on cultivating me."
Wu Bei: "One third of the wealth?"
Kurosawa Yasu: "Yes. There were more than 3,000 people who took the potion with me. I was the only one who succeeded. The others either died or failed and became disabled."
Wu Bei: "It seems that Mitsui Ryuugang wants to train masters. Unfortunately, you are too stupid to go to Yanlong and go wild, so you go to hell!"
"boom!"
Wu Bei's palm directly pierced the opponent's heart. Kurosawa Yasuo screamed loudly, and the divine power contained in the blood was instantly swallowed up by the power of the God King.
Devouring the opponent's divine power, Wu Bei felt that there was an extra power of fire in his body. As soon as his mind moved, his whole body was covered with a black-red flame.
As soon as the person was beaten to death, several members of Tianlong arrived. Seeing that Kurosawa Yasuo was dead, they all breathed a sigh of relief. They said to themselves that it was lucky that Dragon Head arrived, otherwise no one would be able to control this monster!
"Dragon head!" Several people came forward to say hello.
Wu Bei asked: "Are there any casualties among our people?"
Several people looked at each other, and one person said: "Four were injured and seven died. This man is very strong, and we are no match for him."
"How many civilian casualties were there?"
"Hundreds of people died and hundreds were injured." One person said with hatred, "The Japanese people are so arrogant that they openly went to Yanlong to kill people!"
Wu Beidao: "The Japanese people went to Yanlong to kill, and this matter cannot be settled. You continue to treat the injured, and at the same time ask the local government to give one million yuan in pensions to the families of each deceased. Damage to houses and other property will also be compensated by the local government.
.If there is no money locally, we, Tianlong, will provide it.”
Several subordinates agreed, and Wu Bei rose into the sky and flew towards Japan with a murderous look on his face.
Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. This so-called god was trained by Mitsui Ryuugou, so he should go find Mitsui Ryuugang!
From there, they flew to Japan, only a few hundred kilometers away, and Wu Bei soon appeared. However, as soon as he entered Japan, he was locked by several divine thoughts.
At this time, he had entered the sky above Ishikawa Prefecture, and three figures appeared in front of him and stopped him.
The leader was wearing a samurai uniform from the Japanese shogunate period, and the entourages on both sides of him were also samurai. The man in the middle had a weird Tsukiyo head, with no hair on his forehead, and looked very ugly.
"Bah! Who is coming? Tell me your name!" the warrior in the middle asked Wu Bei.
Wu Bei said calmly: "The Yanlong Warrior is here to kill people!"
The samurai frowned: "You want to kill someone?"
Wu Bei: "The gods trained by Mitsui Ryuugang went to my Yanlong to kill, causing hundreds of casualties. Someone in Japan must pay the price for this!"
Hearing what Wu Bei said, the three warriors all laughed, and the warrior in the middle said: "Yo Xi. Back then, we killed tens of millions of Yanlong people, but today we only killed a few hundred, not more, not more!"
Wu Bei stared at the warrior and said coldly: "Were you also involved in the killing back then?"
The warrior said calmly: "I was a captain back then, and I had the experience of killing thousands of people!"
A samurai laughed and said: "Although I have not killed more than ten thousand people, I have killed thousands of people three times. When the sword was raised, heads fell to the ground one after another. It was really a comfortable scene!"
"Haha, I have killed a hundred people twelve times, which can be said to be as far away as two of you..."
Before he finished speaking, the sword flashed and three human heads flew up. At the same time, the three souls rushed out and fled into the air, but were caught by the big hand transformed by Wu Bei's magic power.
The three of them were shocked and frightened, screaming in Wu Bei's palm. The warrior who had killed ten thousand people shouted: "What a terrifying magic power! Who are you? Are you the Immortal Lord of Yanlong Kingdom?"
The warrior who killed thousands of people trembled: "No! He is more terrifying than the immortal king. God, what kind of monster is he?"
Wu Bei said coldly: "Remember my name, Yanlong Li Xuanbei!"
After saying this, he threw the three souls into the golden bowl and refined them into three human yuan pills!
The corpses fell from the sky, but Wu Bei still stayed in place. He knew that after killing these three, a stronger Japanese monk would definitely appear.
Sure enough, not long after, another monk flew over.
This monk was very short, only a little over 1.4 meters tall. His face was thin and wrinkled. He was wearing the clothes of a great priest, and his squinted eyes shone with cold light.
"Your Excellency broke the rules and entered Japan as a Yanlong monk to commit crimes. If you don't retreat, you will bear the consequences!"
Wu Bei said calmly: "Who are you? First tell me your identity."
The short man said: "The elder of Japanese Shintoism, Toyotomi Hidemitsu."
Wu Bei nodded: "You said I broke the rules, but do you know that just now your Japanese monks killed hundreds of people on the Yanlong border?"
Toyotomi Hidemitsu said calmly: "The death of some ordinary people is nothing. I, Japan, can compensate."
Wu Bei said coldly: "Compensation? Blood debts can only be paid with blood! If you kill one of my civilians, I will kill one of your monks!"
Toyotomi Hidemitsu's face darkened: "Your Majesty, you are too arrogant! You see clearly, this is Japan! It is not you Yanlong. Do you think you can fight against Japan's countless masters with your own strength?"
"I'm a professional at killing Japanese!" Wu Bei stretched out his hand and a sword element flew out. He combined his finger with the sword element, and a killing beam immediately hit Toyotomi Hidemitsu's eyebrows.
However, a bloody light appeared all over his body, and then he sneered: "You can't even hope to break my ghost blood spirit with just your finger strength!"
"Really?" Wu Bei swayed and slashed with his sword, arriving in an instant.
"when!"
For the first time, the bloody light blocked the Black Dragon Sword again.
Toyotomi Hidemitsu laughed and said: "How?"
Wu Bei narrowed his eyes and suddenly grabbed Toyotomi Hidemitsu's shoulders. The power of the fire he had just obtained spread all over his body along his shoulders.
Immediately, Toyotomi Hidemitsu burned, causing the blood to emit black smoke. Within a few seconds, he screamed: "Let go!"
He struggled desperately, but it was useless. In Wu Bei's hands, he was like a clay figure, and he could be squeezed as he wanted.
Within half a minute, Toyotomi Hidemitsu burst into flames and turned into ashes within a moment. In the end, only one Yuanying escaped. Wu Bei grabbed his Yuanying and threw it into the Underworld Cauldron without hesitation to refine it.