BANG! An exceedingly muffled bang resounded as Qin Fan swung his attack.

The monk’s concealed form was instantly revealed by the impact of the Evil Spirit Zen Staff! After taking the blow, however, his face turned deathly pale and cold sweat streamed down his back. He never would have thought Qin Fan could so easily see through his Hidden state. He was even more shocked that he didn’t even have time to react before suffering the strike.

Could such an unimpressive-looking young man truly possess this kind of strength?

Suddenly, a myriad of thoughts surged through the monk’s mind. As he was sent plummeting from the sky by the blow from the Zen Stick, he dared not show any further arrogance. He stomped his foot on the ground and bellowed, "Set the Array!"

Qin Fan didn’t understand the devil’s Japanese, and neither did Hua Xiaotian. But seeing the monk’s expression, it wasn’t hard to guess it was a signal for reinforcements.

Sure enough, as soon as the monk’s roar faded, dozens of auras surged out swiftly and silently. They had no shadows, as if they were one with the air itself.

"Old Hua, get back!" Qin Fan shouted, sensing the dramatic shift in the atmosphere.

Hua Xiaotian was weaving through the illusions of the Buddha Beads, having just swatted away an incoming True Pearl. Hearing the call, he immediately turned and sped back. Standing behind the now-landed Qin Fan, he said, "Master Qin!"

"Stay behind me and deal the finishing blows! I’ll let you experience the thrill of killing Divine Ninjas!" Qin Fan said with an arrogant laugh.

The thrill of killing Divine Ninjas? Such audacious words. Across the entire Martial Arts World of Huaxia, or even the entire world, probably no one but Qin Fan would dare to speak so casually.

Hua Xiaotian was stunned. Although he was no prodigy, he could still sense that it wasn’t just a single ninja’s aura that had appeared. It wasn’t just one. Nor was it three or five, or even eight or ten. The auras that had suddenly erupted numbered in the dozens!

Dozens of auras, far stronger than those quasi-Divine Ninjas we encountered at the Jingguo Society. What does this mean? It means these are all true, undiluted Divine Ninjas! Dozens of Divine Ninjas guarding Mount Fuji... what could that represent?

Having survived for so long, Hua Xiaotian had developed a keen intuition for these things.

Could this really be the lair of Orochi? Other than that, I can’t think of anything that would warrant such diligent protection from these Divine Ninjas!

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, the monk shouted at the top of his lungs, "He can sense our auras! Set the Array and scatter! It’s our only way to kill him!"

"HAI!"

The disembodied shout resonated through the heavens and the earth. As the monk once again vanished into the air, the dozens of Divine Ninja auras merged into a single one in the blink of an eye, centered on the monk himself.

"Oh? ’If I don’t enter Hell, who will?’ Is that it? In that case, I’ll start with you!"

Through his Eyes of Golden Flame, the locations of the thirty-two Divine Ninjas were completely exposed, with nowhere to hide from Qin Fan’s gaze. If Qin Fan didn’t possess the Eyes of Golden Flame, this situation might have been slightly troublesome. But what monster or demon in this world could escape the grasp of the Eyes of Golden Flame, let alone these mere mortals? Their so-called Invisibility was nothing more than a secret technique!

"Master Qin, where did all the auras go?" Hua Xiaotian asked, his eyes wide.

"They must have cast some kind of Array with the monk as its core, hiding their auras," Qin Fan said with a leisurely laugh, his gaze fixed on the thirty-two ninjas in mid-air, silently mouthing incantations.

"This—!" Hua Xiaotian gasped in utter shock.

"It’s nothing to worry about! Just wait down there, and get ready to desecrate some corpses for me later!" Qin Fan laughed wildly.

The next moment, he shot into the air once more, the True Qi of his Golden Core erupting from his body!

HUMMM—!

At the same time, the very air in the sky trembled with a hum. The space occupied by the thirty-two Divine Ninjas had been completely locked down by the Golden Core True Qi. It was a perfect depiction of drawing a prison on the ground. Tragically, the Divine Ninjas, chanting with their eyes closed, failed to realize they were like turtles trapped in a jar.

Upon reaching Foundation Establishment, he could already slay experts at the Great Success stage of the Transformation Realm. Now that he had entered the Golden Core realm, how many in this Mortal World could possibly withstand the might of the Shura Venerable? Perhaps someone from the legendary Vast Realm might stand a chance. But how could these so-called worthless Divine Ninjas have any hope against Qin Fan, who possessed the Eyes of Golden Flame?

An arrogant smile spread across his face. Qin Fan swung the Evil Spirit Zen Staff and, without a second thought, smashed it down toward the monk in his sights. The majestic Golden Core True Qi surged into the staff, pulsing with immense power and killing intent.

WHOOSH—! 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Suddenly, facing that overwhelming killing intent, the monk’s eyes flew open involuntarily. When Qin Fan’s utterly malevolent face and the rapidly approaching Zen Stick filled his vision, a feeling called fear, which he had not felt for decades, surged up from the depths of his heart.

"Dammit! How is this possible?!"

With a cry of alarm, he reflexively reached with both hands to catch the sweeping Zen Stick. However, the moment he grasped it, a boundless, icy Yin aura seeped out from the Zen Stick and invaded his body.

CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

In the space of a single breath, the monk, who had long since lost the sensation of heat and cold, felt as if he had been plunged into an icy abyss. Chills emanated from his entire body. On his face, every place that had hair was now covered in a layer of frost.

This was the might of the Evil Spirit Zen Staff. The reason Qin Fan hadn’t erased the staff’s evil intent from the start—and had even allowed a trace of its Evil Spirit to regenerate—was precisely because he valued its domineering power.

"Damn you, what is this thing? What is this thing?!" The monk, who had lived for over a hundred years and witnessed countless Divine Skills, was no longer thinking about how to kill Qin Fan. At this moment, he could only scream in abject terror.

He wanted to let go, but the Evil Spirit Zen Staff seemed to be fused to his hands. The saying "all are equal before the Evil Spirit Staff" referred to exactly this phenomenon. It made no distinction—whether it was an ordinary man like Ye Jizu, a master of the Yin Yang Technique like Lai Zhuge, or now even this Divine Ninja monk, none could escape the domineering power of the Evil Spirit Zen Staff.

"The thing that will take your life!" Qin Fan sneered.

Then he fiercely swung the Evil Spirit Zen Staff in a wide, aimless arc. The evil Yin aura, infused with True Qi, erupted from the staff’s body. The monk’s hands, which had been gripping the Zen Stick, were flung away. His concealed form could no longer remain hidden.

From the force of the impact—PUH!

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips. His face turned deathly pale as the icy Yin aura erupted within him.

COLD!

The sensation pierced every fiber of the monk’s being. His violently trembling body was the clearest proof.

Sent flying by the Zen Stick, the monk’s first thought was to flee. Without hesitation, he knew that avoiding a direct confrontation was the wisest course of action.

Seeing through the monk’s intentions, Qin Fan watched him begin to move and scoffed, "You’re not getting away!"