Chapter 257: Wiped Out (Part 2)

"Could it be that we have fallen into an ambush?"

Hearing this voice filled with Killing Intent, many of Musashi's subordinates were shocked.

Before arriving, they had thought the same as Musashi: that the Iga Clan had fallen, and it would be easy to wipe out the decrepit Iga Clan. But now, a variable had emerged.

"Everyone, do not panic. The old ghosts of the Iga Clan are just bluffing."

Seeing his men in a panic, Musashi shouted loudly to steady the troops.

"Musashi, I have known since you entered the mountain. To tell you the truth, we had long received arrangements from our Sect Master and have already retreated from here."

The aged voice continued to ring out.

"A bunch of cowards! Do you not even have the courage to fight me, Musashi?"

Musashi shouted. He was a Peak Master level cultivator who had already opened his Ren and Du meridians and cultivated True Qi. With this shout, the entire Elder Hall vibrated with a humming sound.

He thought the Iga Clan members were hiding in the mountains, so he wanted to use reverse psychology to force them out.

"The most precious thing in life is life itself. Fighting with others should not just be about relying on rash courage, but about achieving the greatest victory!"

The aged voice rang out again: "Musashi, there is not a single Iga Clan ninja in the mountains right now. You wanting to wipe us out is simply wishful thinking."

"Old man, no matter where you run, you cannot escape the pursuit of our 'Hengdao School'. Even if you escape with your lives today, you will surely die by my blade another day."

Musashi sneered. He had wanted to wipe out the Iga Clan headquarters to vent his anger for the injured Iga Hayao, but now he felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Musashi, the things you say will never come to pass!" The aged voice laughed heartily, and then fell silent.

"This old ghost actually dares to threaten me!" Musashi said, feeling extremely annoyed.

Boom!

Before his words even faded, a violent explosion suddenly occurred in the main hall of the Elder Hall!

A bomb detonated without warning in the center of the hall, and the powerful shockwave blew over a dozen of the Hengdao School killers away.

"Everyone, retreat quickly!"

Realizing the danger, Musashi shouted and immediately ran outside the Elder Hall.

But this was just the beginning.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The next moment, consecutive explosions occurred at the Iga Clan headquarters. Every explosion of those high-yield explosives blasted out a large crater.

Musashi and his men had initially wanted to run, but with bombs blooming everywhere, they were quickly engulfed in a sea of fire.

His subordinates were constantly being killed by the bombs, or having their arms and legs blown off, falling into pools of blood.

Musashi never expected that the Iga Clan ninja organization had made preparations long ago, evacuating everyone from the headquarters, leaving only a few sentries to lure them in, while planting a large number of bombs on the mountain.

Musashi was someone who had been through life and death, but amidst the sound of these sky-filling explosions, he felt fear, because he realized he could be blown to death at any moment!

In this critical moment, he could no longer care about his subordinates and ran down the mountain like a madman.

Among this group of one hundred, his cultivation was the highest, so naturally, he ran the fastest.

Boom!

But the next moment, the bombs throughout the mountain began to explode like a string of firecrackers, regardless of whether it was the summit, the mountainside, or the foot of the mountain.

The bombs were simply too dense. Musashi failed to dodge one and had an arm blown off.

But he was truly a tenacious person. He did not scream, nor did he stop to pick up his severed arm, nor did he bandage his wound; he just kept running down the mountain.

But he was very unlucky. He had only rushed a few dozen meters when another bomb blew him directly away.

His body was thrown several meters into the air by the powerful force of the Qi. By now, he was covered in injuries, blown into a bloody mess. Breathing became difficult, and there was a ringing sound in his ears, as if his eardrums were about to burst.

Immediately, he fell from the air and slammed onto the ground.

But this time, he was even more unlucky; he landed directly on a landmine planted by the Iga Clan.

Boom!

The landmine exploded, and Musashi was blown away again.

However, this time he wasn't blown away in one piece, but rather turned into many small pieces. A dignified Peak Master level expert was tragically blown to death just like that!

If a cultivator with such high cultivation as Musashi ended up with such an outcome, his subordinates naturally fared no better.

By the time Musashi was blown to death, over sixty people had already been killed by the bombs, and another dozen were seriously injured, with fewer than twenty people still trying to flee.

But these people could not possibly survive. This time, the Iga Clan had even abandoned their headquarters which had been passed down for hundreds of years, so naturally, they had made full preparations, planting landmines all over the mountains and plains.

In the end, all one hundred killers sent by Kuroda Taro died on the mountain.

And the buildings on the mountain were also razed to the ground.

In a hidden corner at the foot of the mountain, dozens of men in black had been watching the earth-shattering scene on the mountain.

"Musashi and his men must have been blown to smithereens, and it is time for us to leave."

When the violent explosions ceased, a seventy-year-old man gazed at the mountain that had turned into a sea of fire and sighed. Then, with a wave of his aged hand, he led the dozens of men in black to leave quickly.

These people were naturally Iga Clan ninjas. In the afternoon, they had received a call from Sect Master Yamamoto Yuki and had immediately evacuated everyone from the headquarters.

According to Yamamoto Yuki's instructions, the hundreds of people at the headquarters went to Huaxia in batches. Before Musashi began his operation, only the last batch of people had not yet boarded the planes or ships.

And after confirming that Musashi and his men had all been killed by the explosions, this last batch of Iga Clan members also left.

This was their Holy Land that had been passed down for hundreds of years, but today it was destroyed. Of course, they felt reluctant to leave, but they all knew that Sect Master Yamamoto Yuki's arrangements were correct.

The Hengdao School under the leadership of the Kuroda Family was extremely powerful, far beyond what their Iga Clan could contend with. If they did not leave the island nation, the Iga Clan would sooner or later be wiped out by the Hengdao School. To survive and to carry on the Iga Clan's Legacy, they had no choice but to leave.

When the great explosion occurred at the Iga Clan headquarters, Zhou Lang had already been taken by Secretary Lei Gang to a military airfield of the Feiyun City garrison troops.

"Secretary Lei, do you have urgent business to rush to the capital? You have been doing better and better over the years, and your style has become increasingly grand. General Qin actually approved for you to take a fighter jet to the capital."

As soon as Lei Gang's car stopped, a senior colonel ran over and said to Lei Gang. He seemed to be very familiar with Lei Gang.

In fact, it was so. Back in the day, Lei Gang and Zhu Ziliu were both soldiers under General Qin; they were comrades-in-arms who had experienced life-and-death trials.

"Brother Zhu, the person who needs to go to the capital is not me, but this Mr. Zhou." Lei Gang explained with a smile.

At this moment, ripples stirred in Zhu Ziliu's heart. Earlier, General Qin had called him, saying he was calling in a fighter jet from his unit to send an important person to the capital.

What kind of status did General Qin have? The "important person" mentioned by the old general must be an incredible figure. But Zhou Lang was so young that he found it hard to believe. Now that even Lei Gang addressed Zhou Lang as Mr. Zhou, it showed that Zhou Lang's status was above Lei Gang's.

"Mr. Zhou, hello."

Zhu Ziliu was also a formidable figure. He immediately realized that Zhou Lang must have a great background, and immediately followed Lei Gang's lead, addressing Zhou Lang as Mr. Zhou.

"Senior Colonel Zhu, my name is Zhou Lang. You can just address me by my name." Zhou Lang said modestly.

"Brother Zhu, send Mr. Zhou onto the plane immediately. General Qin is waiting for Mr. Zhou. The old general requires that you and I cooperate fully to ensure Mr. Zhou is sent to the designated location as soon as possible."

Time was tight. After just a few pleasantries, Lei Gang said.

"Good. Upon receiving the old general's call, I immediately made preparations. We can board the plane now."

Zhu Ziliu laughed. The soldiers under General Qin were all the same, all having a swift and decisive character. From this, one could see how strict the old general's military discipline was.

Soon, Zhou Lang waved goodbye to Lei Gang, and Zhu Ziliu immediately took Zhou Lang to board the plane.

Two hundred meters away, a fighter jet was parked quietly on the military airfield.

In less than five minutes, Zhou Lang boarded the fighter jet.

The fighter jet started up quickly, took off, and then soared into the clouds, flying in the direction of the capital.

After the plane left, Senior Colonel Zhu Ziliu walked back to Secretary Lei Gang's side.

"Old Lei, what exactly is this young man's background, that he would actually take a fighter jet alone to the capital?" Senior Colonel Zhu Ziliu asked Lei Gang curiously. He had been a soldier and led troops for so many years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

"Brother, there are some things you shouldn't ask." Secretary Lei said: "I only know Mr. Zhou's status; I don't know why General Qin is in such a hurry to have Mr. Zhou brought to the capital."

"Old Lei, then tell me about Zhou Lang's situation. We are old comrades-in-arms; you should know my awareness regarding confidentiality." Zhu Ziliu became even more curious.

"This Mr. Zhou is on brotherly terms with General Qin." Secretary Lei Gang said: "Don't ask anymore; that's all I can tell you."

"On brotherly terms with the old general? Wouldn't his seniority be higher than ours?" Because of this sentence from Lei Gang, Senior Colonel Zhu Ziliu's curiosity was even more piqued.

"That is of course." Secretary Lei Gang said.

"Then which great Family does Zhou Lang come from, to be able to be on brotherly terms with the old general?" Zhu Ziliu continued to ask.

"Mr. Zhou is a remarkable person. You should know that the old general's legs haven't been very good these past few years, but they suddenly got completely better this year, right?"

Secretary Lei Gang said: "This matter is thanks to Mr. Zhou. If it weren't for Mr. Zhou, General Qin might have had to enter a semi-retired state due to health reasons."

"So that's how it is. I see. This Mr. Zhou must be a world-renowned miracle doctor." Zhu Ziliu said. He never expected that besides his Medical Skills, Zhou Lang's cultivation was unfathomable.

"I don't know about that. Haha, it's getting late, so I'll leave first."

Secretary Lei Gang smiled, noncommittal, got into his Audi, and drove away.