"Hahahaha... Letting go of your mother and still wanting 10 billion US dollars, are you Chinese crazy? What a ridiculous thing to even think!"
At this moment, Gongben Lantai swept away all previous politeness and became extremely arrogant.
Under his lead, other members of the Miyamoto family also burst into laughter.
Ye Bufan's expression remained unchanged, he just stood there quietly watching these people laugh.
After laughing enough, Miyamoto Haruta called out, "Boy, I'm going to send you on your way right now. That 10 billion dollars will burn for you, and besides, your mother will also be sent to join you underground."
"It seems your family is prepared to go back on your word," Ye Bufan asked.
"Regret? You're mistaken. We never truly agreed to anything," said Kiyoshi Miyamoto. "A Chinese person coming to our Great Dog Country and acting so brazen here."
"You think you can just cause so much damage to the Gongben family and get away with it? Well, now it's time to settle the score."
"As a Chinese, you should stop dreaming. Even if my family, the Miyamoto clan, were willing to let you go, others wouldn't agree."
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No sooner had the words left his mouth than countless figures materialized around them, encircling the ruins of this wooden building.
To the east are the members of the Gongben family. Though there are only dozens of them, each one is a master above the Heaven Rank.
A senior elder was suspended in mid-air, he was a martial saint level expert, the ancestor of the Gongben family, Gongben Jijiu.
Although the personnel were different, the format remained the same on the west side. The Tanaka family, one of the five great families, sent out their elite forces, led by their family patriarch, Tanaka Masao, a Saint-Rank mage who had not appeared in several years. Beside him stood the head of the family, Tanaka Ryosuke.
To the south are the elite of the Sato family, led by elder patriarch Sato Chiku and head of the family Sato Yasukazu.
To the north were people from the Watanabe family, led by Watanabe Mitsuyoshi and Watanabe Yukie.
Although there were only close to a hundred people present, they almost represented the entirety of the elite from the four great families.
Tanaka Ryunosuke said fiercely, "Chinese people, you killed so many people from the Tanaka family. Now it's time to settle the score."

Sato Takatora was also full of murderous intent, his hatred overflowing: "Kid, I'm going to peel you alive, rip out your heart, and dismember your body into ten thousand pieces."

Although surrounded by powerful enemies, Ye Bufan remained calm and composed.
"Okay, just if you have the guts to do it."
"Folks, I'll take care of this kid and show him what a martial saint-level powerhouse is."
Mamoru Gōmoto had just crossed the threshold of a Saint-Rank powerhouse, his heart brimming with excitement. He was the first to step forward, ready to personally slay Ye Bufan.
This time, Miyamoto Haruta gathered all the strong members of the four great families here. The main purpose was to be prepared for any contingencies, and also to ease the tense relationship between these families before.
After all, as top families in the Great Dog Country, they don't want to be enemies with the other three families at the same time.
Deep down, he didn't really think much of Ye Bufan. Moreover, having just advanced a large level, his confidence was soaring.
Ye Bufan glanced at the guy, his eyes full of mockery.
"I just healed you, and now you're going to attack me? Is this how you little devils treat benefactors?"
"Ignorant Chinese, although you cured me, it was entirely because of the pressure from our Miyamoto family. It was our own efforts that brought about the cure. What does this have to do with you?"
"But seeing as you helped me break through, I can give you a chance to commit seppuku. That way, at least you'll keep your body intact."
"You are indeed a nation of heartless and ungrateful people."
"You really think you can kill me?" Ye Bufan sneered.
"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Well, let me show you just how powerful a martial saint is."

Mamoru Gōken drew his katana with a self-satisfied grin, his aura surging once more, reaching its peak.
Ye Bufan smiled faintly: "Miyamoto, don't you feel any different?"
"Different, what can be different? Just countless times stronger than before?"
Seeing the other's nonchalant smile, Gongben Lantai felt a bad premonition in his heart, but after feeling it himself, he found that besides being powerful, he didn't have any discomfort.
And just then, standing beside him, Miyamoto Musashi's expression changed, his eyes filled with alarm as he exclaimed, "Father... how...?"
At the same time, the expressions of the others looking at Miyamoto Arata also changed, one by one with fear.
"What's wrong with me? I feel great, I'm especially powerful now…"
Konohagakure's Asuma Sarutobi was a little surprised, wondering what had gone wrong.
Murasamaki, his voice trembling, said: "Father, your hair...and your skin..."
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He looked up at Ye Bufan: "Is this all your doing?"
"Right? How about that? Wasn't that a surprise?"
Ye Bufan said coldly, "Do you think my title of Medical Immortal is for nothing? I knew all along about your little devils' wolfish ambitions. How could I possibly not have made some moves on you?"
To tell you the truth, that pill I just gave you is called a Burning Blood Pill. It burns your essence and blood to boost your cultivation.
You're not a true Martial Saint-level expert right now, all this is achieved by burning your essence blood.
Before long, your life force will burn out, leaving you nothing but a corpse.
The threshold of the Saint Realm isn't so easily broken through. Even if he had the ability, he wouldn't use it on these little devils. The pills he refined before weren't meant to improve cultivation at all, but rather something like this Blood Burning Pill.
After consuming this pill, if the other party behaves themselves, they can live a peaceful life. However, if they dare to move their true energy, their blood will immediately burn up.
As expected, once he tried it, Motonari Miyamoto became arrogant and revealed his true colors.
"Damn, treacherous Chinese, I'll kill you."
Miyamoto Arata was furious, wielding his katana and preparing to charge at Ye Bufan.
It's a pity that his essence blood has already been burned too much, almost to the point of exhaustion. Just as he jumped up halfway, he thudded to the ground with a thump.
At this moment, he bore no resemblance to a Saint Rank powerhouse. His hair was as white as snow, his face etched with wrinkles, his appearance withered and frail. He breathed shallowly, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps, clearly nearing the end of his life.
"Murasama Kiyoshi instantly flew into a rage: "Ye Bufan, you despicable wretch! You dared to harm my father!"
"Am I being despicable? You little brats, can you even show some shame?" Ye Bufan said with a sneer, "Asking for medical help doesn't involve such an attitude, forcefully kidnapping my mother!"
"That's enough, you're even thinking about getting rid of me after I helped you, betraying my kindness. Am I being petty or are you?"
"You..."
Konoe was speechless, unable to retort.
Wanting to rush up and fight desperately, but feeling that his cultivation was lacking, he ultimately held back.
And just then, a voice rasped with age: “Chinese people, dare to scheme against our Miyamoto family? Today, this old man will surely dismember you into ten thousand pieces.”

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