Watanabe Nagayumi laughed heartily: "Do you think saying these things now can keep you alive? I'll give you a choice: tell us what we want to know, hand over what you shouldn't have taken, and I'll spare your life."

Ling Zhenfei sneered: "You're dreaming. I can only die, but I cannot be defeated."

Watanabe Nagayumi was truly angered and shouted to the surrounding people: "Everyone attack, capture this kid alive for me."

Just as the people around were about to move, Watanabe Ichiro spoke: "Is it necessary to exert so much effort and with so many people? Let me go alone, I'll show you my strength."

After speaking, Watanabe Ichiro charged at Ling Zhenfei. Ling Zhenfei had already mentally prepared himself for death, so he had no reservations.

Seeing Watanabe Ichiro charging, Ling Zhenfei lifted his Northern Spiritual Energy and unleashed the fifth punch of the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists, the Earth-Splitting Fist.

As the punch was unleashed, Ling Zhenfei first spat a mouthful of blood, then struck towards Watanabe Ichiro.

Watanabe Ichiro knew Ling Zhenfei was seriously injured, but he had never seen someone spit blood before making a move.

He was not afraid at all, so he also punched towards Ling Zhenfei.

Bang!

It seemed like an extremely simple punch, but this punch directly sent Watanabe Ichiro flying.

Watanabe Ichiro landed heavily on the ground, rolled a few times, and then stopped moving.

Everyone around was shocked; no one expected the outcome to be the opposite of what they thought, as they originally believed that the one being sent flying would definitely be Ling Zhenfei.

They all knew Watanabe Ichiro's strength, so they believed Ling Zhenfei was doomed, but who would have thought such a comedic scene would occur.

By the time everyone reacted, Ling Zhenfei had already run off in one direction.

The people over there hurried to block him, but at that moment, Ling Zhenfei raised his fists again and punched twice in their direction.

These people certainly couldn't stop Ling Zhenfei, so he easily punched open a gap, but by then, Watanabe Nagayumi and others were in pursuit.

Ling Zhenfei, although moving at his fastest speed, was unfortunately injured, so he could still be caught up with, and the distance between them was closing.

Ling Zhenfei was even at the edge of the courtyard wall.

"Ling Zhenfei, let's see how you escape now!"

Watanabe Nagayumi's shouts came from behind again, making Ling Zhenfei anxious, knowing that there might only be one way out.

Ling Zhenfei finally stopped at the edge of the courtyard wall, and Watanabe Kazushi and others had arrived as well.

"Ha ha, let's see how you run now. Besides, with such a high wall, can you even climb it with your severe wounds?"

The people behind taunted Ling Zhenfei, believing his attempted escape was merely a final struggle.

With such severe injuries, how could he survive an assault by so many skilled opponents?

Ling Zhenfei sneered slightly and said, "Come on, I'll take someone with me as a funeral companion."

"Ling Zhenfei, who are you trying to scare? You are like this and still want to stir up trouble? First, I will not spare you." Watanabe Nagayumi roared.

"Alright, then come up and try." Ling Zhenfei said.

After Ling Zhenfei's words, Watanabe Nagayumi instead hesitated. Earlier, Ling Zhenfei had taken down Watanabe Ichiro with one punch. If even Watanabe Ichiro's strength could be instantly defeated by one punch, then others would be about the same.

Actually, Ling Zhenfei's current strength could hardly support another attack. He was just barely holding on.

Watanabe Jiro said: "Family Head, why fear him? I, for one, am not afraid; he hit my brother just now, and now I'll see him avenged."

After speaking, Watanabe Jiro rushed at Ling Zhenfei.

Watanabe Jiro's strength was comparable to his brother's and was considered an absolute expert in the Watanabe Family.

Ling Zhenfei didn't move, suddenly extending his hand with a ball appearing in his hand. The ball carried a powerful aura, momentarily stunning the surrounding people.

Watanabe Jiro was also stunned, not knowing what Ling Zhenfei conjured up.

The Storm Mixed Yuan Pearl was Ling Zhenfei's last treasure to rely on. With the cover of the Storm Mixed Yuan Pearl, perhaps he could leave Watanabe Manor.

"Kid, what is that?" Watanabe Jiro was slightly taken aback.

Ling Zhenfei laughed loudly and said, "This item is called 'Funeral.' Whoever rushes up will receive a funeral."

Watanabe Jiro angrily said: "Kid, don't be so arrogant, I refuse to believe what this thing can do to me."

After speaking, Watanabe Jiro rushed at Ling Zhenfei. Ling Zhenfei did not hesitate, directly using the Storm Mixed Yuan Pearl towards Watanabe Jiro.

The Cow Hair Fine Needles on the Storm Mixed Yuan Pearl had reached their peak. The needles were at their hardest and most numerous, unleashing an eager attack on Watanabe Jiro.

Not only Watanabe Jiro, but even the group behind Watanabe Ichiro were attacked. Seeing the Cow Hair Fine Needles shooting out, they hurriedly dodged.

But there were so many needles, so densely packed, and they were so thin and fast that they were impossible to defend against.

The very front, Watanabe Jiro, was the most miserable; being so close, he became a living target, unable to stop who knows how many Cow Hair Fine Needles with his life force.

Taking this opportunity, Ling Zhenfei endured the severe pain in his body, gathered his Northern Spiritual Energy, and flew towards the top of the courtyard wall.

The courtyard wall was extremely high. Even if Ling Zhenfei was uninjured, it would be impossible to jump straight up.

But Ling Zhenfei had a way; while in mid-air, the Dragon Tooth Dagger appeared in his hand. It cut into the wall as if slicing tofu, and using this force, he propelled himself upward again.

After using the force twice, Ling Zhenfei finally reached the top of the courtyard wall. Outside was a vast expanse of white, as far as the eye could see.

Ling Zhenfei glanced back inside the courtyard; Watanabe Ichiro and others had fallen in large numbers by now, as the Storm Mixed Yuan Pearl had fired off its last Cow Hair Needle.

Ling Zhenfei retrieved the Storm Mixed Yuan Pearl and then spoke to Watanabe's group below the wall.

"The world is round, we'll meet again!"

After speaking, Ling Zhenfei jumped off the courtyard wall and ran into the distance.

Ling Zhenfei knew that since he had escaped now, that courtyard wall would be Watanabe's group's nightmare; even if Watanabe Nagayumi could climb over, he wouldn't dare to pursue alone.

Ling Zhenfei was injured, and because of the forced use of Northern Spiritual Energy earlier, the energy and blood in his body were difficult to suppress, and blood dripped from his mouth as he ran.

Bright red blood stained the pure white snow, and Ling Zhenfei knew he was far from safe. Watanabe Kazushi wouldn't easily let him go, so they would definitely come after him.

Ling Zhenfei ran while thinking of what to do, but due to his injury, his consciousness was somewhat unclear.

However, Ling Zhenfei had to forcibly keep his spirits up, ensuring he stayed alert; he was still in danger, and could only rest after escaping the peril.

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