Chapter 1485: Chapter 1519: The Abandoned Good-for-Nothing—Fallen Angel!
The martial arts of the ninja were developed from the Yagyu sword school in earlier years, and after their improvents, they preferred the term ‘Ninjutsu’.
Of course, the ninjutsu of master ninja has reached perfection, and elental power seeds develop within their bodies. In combat, they still prefer to wield the sword against their enemies…
“ng Chanji, you seem unwilling to let go of this matter tonight?”
Iga Tian had to forcibly subdue his anger; if ng Chanji truly intervened, it would undermine their purpose for coming to Huaxia.
In fact, ng Chanji understood well that their true intention was not to search for the Eastern Demon Mastiff but to track the whereabouts of the Magic Bracelet.
Now the Magic Bracelet is in Lin Zifeng’s hand, and as Blazing Angels, they naturally must protect Lin Zifeng’s safety.
Back then, all the Blazing Angel mbers perished fighting for the Magic Bracelet. Now, even a small Fusang dares to co to Huaxia for the Magic Bracelet, isn’t that slapping the Blazing Angels in the face?
Recently, the Iga Family dispatched many ninja masters; their ultimate goal was actually to find clues about the Magic Bracelet.
Little did they expect, the presence of this handso man as such an unpredictable variable.
“As I said, whoever offends Zhonghua, I simply want to protect. If you ignore the treaty between the two countries, then tonight, you will bear the consequences for violating the treaty!”
“Enough talk! With so many of us, do you think you alone can hold against us? Even if we kill you, no one will know we did it tonight!”
Iga Zhan’s face turned red with anger as he shouted loudly.
“If we also killed you tonight, would anyone know it was us?” just as Iga Zhan spoke.
From the desolate reed thicket, a crisp and resonant voice ca from the reeds.
“Hmm?”
Iga Tian and Iga Zhan knitted their stern sword brows, exchanged a glance, and widened their eyes, seemingly aware of sothing.
“In that case, our old friends must co forward then…” ng Chanji shrugged helplessly, stepping aside, a smile filled with treachery on his face.
Indeed…
The person who walked out from within the wilderness was soone familiar to Iga Tian!
“Iga Tian, it’s been two years. No other improvent but this temper seems to have grown a lot.” The person who walked out from the reed was none other than the Fallen Angel—Xuan Tianji!
The old man never revealed his na, and many did not know his true identity.
Thirty years ago, a despised waste youth by the entire Iga Family, now he is one of the Huaxia Blazing Angel mbers, a Fallen Angel!
His full na is Iga Tianji, abandoned by the Iga Family. He changed his surna to ‘Xuan’—
Xuan Tianji. And ng Chanji knows he prefers not to ntion his na, thus always calling him Fallen Angel.
“Iga Tianji! You haven’t died!”
At this mont, Iga Tian was struck speechless with shock. When they abandoned Iga Tianji, Iga Tian simply spoke a word in defense for Iga Tianji.
Later, in Greece Wilderness, the reason he survived was entirely due to the chance given by Iga Tianji. Otherwise, he would have been ruthlessly slaughtered by the Holy War Angels long ago.
“Yes. I didn’t die. I’m still alive, and living well. Isn’t it that everyone in your Iga Family wishes to hear of my death?”
The old man replied with a cold smile, touched his nose, and stepped out from the reeds, giving Iga Tian a cold glare: “Iga Tian, I don’t care what your motive is for coming to Huaxia. But as past family relations, I advise you to leave. Otherwise, you’ll die unsightly!”
“Are you threatening ?”
“The chance has been given. Don’t bla for being heartless!”
The old man’s fists clenched tightly, his arms began to tremble slightly. His hatred for the Iga Family ran deep; if not for too many concerns, he truly wished to kill everyone here.
Never could he forget how the Iga Family had heartlessly treated him, even costing him the woman he loved, who died at the hands of that half-step Holy Ninja from the Iga Family!
To this day, the never-ending nightmare always lingered in his mind. He tried his best to control his thoughts and attempted to forget, yet the Iga Family ca to Huaxia once again, stirring up mories he wished not to recall.
“Well, I must see how a disowned waste has grown to this extent!”
At this mont, Iga Zhan, with his fiery temperant, stepped forward to settle the score with the old man.
“To dare be arrogant in my Huaxia, haven’t the deaths of your ancestors, the Five Elents Holy Ninja, taught you a lesson!”
Just as Iga Zhan was preparing to act, a sharp, high-pitched voice suddenly ca from the sky.
The crowd looked up in awe, only to see Jia Zhenjing with two pairs of black Feather Wings on his back rising from the reeds, hovering in mid-air, overlooking all the ninja of the Iga Family…
“Dark Angel!”
Everyone held their breath, watching Jia Zhenjing suspended in the air; the situation suddenly shifted dramatically.
“Do you think you can bully us because there’s no one in Huaxia?”
Just as everyone was astonished, Nangong Shui also soared up, hovering mid-air.
This left all the angels in position instantly, leaving Iga Tian and his people with despair.
“You… you… are all still alive!”
Iga Tian’s face finally wore a look of defeat, utterly intimidated by the situation.
They should know, even before coming to Huaxia, they checked the list of Huaxia masters. Other than the crippled angel ng Chanji, the other angels were either dead or missing. How… How could this many angels suddenly appear?
“Alive, signifies having been revived. We’ve died. But we live once more. Don’t you understand this truth?” Nangong Shui responded coldly, landing with his hands behind his back, his pupils deep like an ocean.
“Impossible!”
“This can’t be possible!”
“Weren’t all the Blazing Angels dead? How are they still alive? Could it be the Holy War Angels are also alive?”
All the Iga Family mbers began feeling fear, their eyes filled with complex expressions, minds racing with outrageous thoughts. Could it be that those true masters of Huaxia never died, but still live?
“Iga Tian! I give you one last chance. Leave, or don’t leave!”
The old man who had always been so despondent now, at this mont, the Sword God’s sharp intensity swept across everyone’s face like a cutting blade.
His title, Fallen, was because he preferred not to rember the past, willing to remain fallen…
If possible, he’d rather eternally surrender, than seek relief from past events!
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