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A bolt of purple lightning as thick as a finger swiftly moved forward in the darkness at the bottom of the lake like a spirit serpent.

Beside a rock by the shore, Chen Jie's eyes had almost turned pure purple, reaching the limit of what could be seen through.

The eight of them were moving too fast in the water. They were not swimming, but running at the bottom of the sea!

If Chen Jie did not have the ability to see through the water, he could have easily seen the scene under the water. No matter how hard he tried, he could not believe that there was actually someone who could walk on the water as though it was flat ground.

"Suzuki, you've been in contact with that person the most. What level has he reached?"

At the bottom of the lake, the ninja with the saber hanging from his waist seemed to be the leader of these eight people. Noticing that there were no sounds coming from behind, he asked in a low voice.

If someone saw this scene, they would probably be shocked speechless. They could speak in the water without even a bubble in their mouth, and their voices would directly spread through the water.

"It's very strong, comparable to a king in the middle of patience. It's invincible under the Sword Saint!"

If not for his physique being the best amongst the group, he would have already died at Chen Jie's feet.

"That powerful?"

At the side, a ninja holding a sword frowned and muttered: "Our Mitsui Business Group only has three people in total, and the ruler among them is only Wu Zang. Could it be that we need Mister Wu Zang to help us?"

At the mention of the martial treasure, the eight of them unconsciously revealed respectful expressions.

"Let's leave China first and then make our plans. After this person named Chen Jie dies, I want to use his skin as a sheath! "

In the end, that Jounin who was holding onto the Tachi cut the conversation short and stuck his head out of the water to see where it would be suitable for landing.

However, right at this moment, he suddenly let out a miserable shriek. Black smoke began to emit from his entire body, and his limbs became stiff as they slowly sank down.

"Xin Zhangjun, what's wrong with you!"

"Leader, you …"

The others were just about to rescue him, but they all felt their bodies go numb as a powerful purple electric current began to radiate from the darkness!

In that moment, all seven of them froze at the bottom of the lake. Their faces revealed expressions of extreme fear; the purple lightning had taken their lives!

Out of the seven, only the Chain Ball hadn't been attacked.

He rushed madly toward the land, soaked and afraid to look back. He didn't even have the courage to test the death of the seven men.

"Too terrifying …"

Only after a long time did he come back to his senses, certain that he was the only one left alive.

He was the only one left!

Two days later, this news had spread to all the upper echelons of the Sanjing Clan in China.

"How dare you!"

"A mere Awakened People dares to oppose my Mitsui Business Group? Do you really think we don't dare to kill him?"

The president of the China region, Sanjing, had been infuriated and called a meeting of the upper echelons on the same day.

"Tell me about the situation back then. Was that Chinese person called Chen Jie really as terrifying as you described?"

For example, the man standing in front of the chain ball and enduring was called Wu Tian Ji, the person in charge of Mitsui Business Group control.

The ball could only kneel on the ground as it revealed a terrified expression. "He's definitely more terrifying than I've described. He doesn't even seem like a human!"

"How dare you!"

Wu Tian Ji slapped him on the face, and angrily said, "Obviously, you eight people are weaker than him. He's just a twenty-something years old young man, so what can you do about it? Is it against the heavens? "

In the meeting room, the air was extremely cold. Everyone had a cold smile on their faces as they looked at the ball with eyes full of contempt.

A 20 some year old youth, his strength had actually reached the level of a Ninja King. This was simply unimaginable, simply impossible!

It wasn't that there weren't many freaks in the river family's era of Japan, but most of them were barely able to fight against the Sword Saint s when they were in their thirties.

As for the king of Jounin, he was an existence that could challenge the Sword Saint s above his level!

This was because most of the Sword Saint had been famous for a long time, and they were old and frail.

As a result, the king of Jounin was barely able to withstand the hands of the Sword Saint.

"What I've said is all true, it's up to you whether you believe me or not."

On that day, Sui Xiong resigned his status as a member of the Sanjing family, took a boat back to Japan, and stayed out of the matter.

"A coward, a little over twenty years old, actually managed to scare him to this extent."

Sanjing's Ji Fu sneered. He looked towards Wu Tian and said angrily, "Wu Tian, I will leave this matter to you. I don't want this young man to be alive and kicking this month."

Wu Tian nodded. A cold light flashed in his eyes, making people not dare to look directly at him. "Master, I have made my preparations. I will leave tomorrow for the ancient house to ask that man to help."

"Yes." Sanjing's eyes narrowed as he nodded: "It is a good idea. He hasn't forgotten about her all these years. Now that she is dead, he will make his move!"

"..."

European Poland, an ancient castle that took up an extremely large area.

A tall European with a nose was sitting sideways on a leather sofa with his legs crossed and a Cuban cigar in his mouth.

His pair of deep blue eyes radiated brilliance as he looked down from above with more than thirty people kneeling beside him.

These thirty or so people wore different clothes and their skin colors varied greatly. However, without exception, they all knelt on the ground with faces full of respect.

"I've said it before. Today, the elder will personally come to attend the convention. Tell him that it's useless to say anything to me. No matter how much money you have, it's all useless to me."

He took a lazy drag on a genuine Cuban cigar and lit a bundle of euros. A look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he was filled with satisfaction.

These were all drug dealers, and their businesses covered the entire Poland. They were absolute big shots in every region.

But in front of him, these people had to bow and bow before him. Wasn't it because he was the subordinate of the Eagle Of Poland — — Ji Tianying?

Ding ding ding …

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

"Jess, I need to go back to my country. My brother has been crippled."

There was a man's voice on the phone, without any emotion.

It was clearly a very ordinary sentence. However, the coldness in those words caused one to tremble with fear.

"What?"

Zegna was so shocked that he immediately stood up and threw the cigar in his hand out the window. He was covered in cold sweat as he asked in a poor Mandarin, "Wolves …" "Brother Lang, he's been crippled?"

There was no response from the other end of the phone. There was a sound of heavy breathing and a woman screaming crazily.

"I'll leave the business with Poland temporarily. I'll be right back."

A voice came from the other end of the phone, followed by a sudden gunshot. The alluring scream of a woman stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of clothes being put on.

"Yes …" Yes, Brother Ying … "Go ahead and do your best …"

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and his entire body was trembling.

Just because he was a Eagle Of Poland, Ji Tianying!