Beautiful CEO’s Top Martial Expert
Chapter 541 - 539: Competing for Sharira

Chapter 541: Chapter 539: Competing for Sharira

As soon as the Secretary-General finished speaking, all the cameras from the surrounding media immediately pointed at Xiao Yifeng, and everyone’s gaze in the dojo turned to watch him.

Xiao Yifeng sheathed the Minghong Blade and returned to his seat.

Subsequently, Xiao Han walked over and took the Buddhist Relic in his hand.

"Alright, now that we have the Buddhist Relic, our mission can be considered complete. Let’s head back to the hotel,"

Xiao Han said to everyone.

Xiao Yifeng and the others all nodded in agreement, ready to leave.

"Brother Little Feeng, how much longer will you stay here?"

Kimura Yaziko suddenly asked Xiao Yifeng.

"I might return today. We’ll have another chance to meet in the future,"

Xiao Yifeng said with a smile.

"You’re leaving so soon? I wanted to show Brother Little Feeng around Kyoto a bit more,"

Kimura Yaziko’s eyes displayed a hint of reluctance.

"Don’t worry, there will be other opportunities!"

Xiao Yifeng said calmly.

"Alright then,"

Kimura Yaziko nodded her head.

Afterwards, Xiao Yifeng and his group left the dojo. In a corner of the dojo, a robed Indian man from the Indian government’s team watched Xiao Yifeng and the others leave, his eyes flashing with a peculiar expression.

Back at the hotel, Xiao Yifeng and his companions each returned to their rooms, waiting to depart. Xiao Han entered Xiao Yifeng’s room and couldn’t help asking, "Your blade must be a Spiritual Blade, right?"

"I don’t know. I obtained this blade from an Underground Mausoleum, which is called the Minghong Blade,"

Xiao Yifeng replied indifferently.

"The Minghong Blade? The Ancient Evil Saber that shares the same origin as the Xuanyuan Sword?"

Xiao Han looked at Xiao Yifeng with a surprised expression.

"Mhm."

Xiao Yifeng nodded.

"You’re quite lucky to have found such a treasured blade, but it’s said that the saber is filled with negative energy, easily backfiring on its owner. Be careful not to let the Minghong Blade backfire on you."

Xiao Han instructed Xiao Yifeng with concern.

"Don’t worry, a mere blade thinking it could backfire on me is seriously underestimating me,"

Xiao Yifeng said dismissively, his eyes filled with confident light.

Meanwhile, in a mysterious building in Kyoto, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe was seated cross-legged, sipping tea, while a man knelt before him.

"Master, what should we do now? The Buddhist Relic has already ended up in the hands of the Chinese,"

the kneeling man spoke.

"The Buddha Sect of China really knows how to bide their time; they haven’t made a move until now. Since that’s the case, we can’t let them take the relic away. Bring it to me; I will give it to the Master to study,"

the man in the black robe said, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam.

"Yes, Master!"

The man nodded and quickly left the place.

In the suburbs of Kyoto, Japan, there stood a colossal building in the style of ancient Japan. This was none other than the Cangye Clan’s residence, one of the Three Great Martial Arts Families and one of Kyoto’s forbidden areas.

Within the great hall of the Cangye Clan, a group of people gathered, led by a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes, exuding an intimidating presence. He was Cangye Chuanxiong, the Patriarch of the Cangye Clan and the father of Cangye Yilang and Cangye Erlang.

Apart from Cangye Chuanxiong, the others present were the Clan’s upper echelons.

At this moment, Cangye Chuanxiong’s face was incredibly somber, his eyes burning with rage.

"Patriarch, now that both the eldest and second young masters have been injured by others, this is a disgrace to our Cangye Clan. We cannot let this matter rest!"

A senior member of the Cangye Clan couldn’t help speaking out, and the others echoed in agreement.

As one of the three great martial arts families in Japan, the Cangye Clan boasted a long heritage and had never before seen one of their direct descendants beaten into a severe injury, let alone two. This was clearly a provocation against the Cangye Clan.

"That man named Xiao Yifeng must die, and that Buddhist Treasure Sharira, said to contain mysterious powers that can enhance one’s strength, must also be seized!"

Cangye Chuanxiong’s eyes flickered with a glint as cold as that of an eagle as he spat out these words.

"Patriarch, the leader of this Chinese team is the captain of China’s Dragon Thorn, and his strength is said to be very formidable. It might not be easy to deal with him, and might this not cause a dispute between China and Japan?"

Another person spoke up.

"Hmph, even if they all die in Japan, what does it matter? It only shows that they were not strong enough. We in Japan have no obligation to protect them. Notify Nogawa, let him take action, kill all of them, and bring me back that Buddhist Relic,"

Cangye Chuanxiong ordered with an icy tone, his eyes flashing a cold light.

Time passed, and the night gradually fell. In a hotel room where Xiao Yifeng and his companions were staying, they all gathered together.

"There might be something wrong!"

Xiao Han looked at Xiao Yifeng and the others and said.

"What’s wrong?"

Xiao Yifeng asked, puzzled.

"I was planning to leave Japan tonight, but I found out that the flight had been canceled. Moreover, all the flights from Kyoto to China were suspended today. I suspect there’s something fishy going on!"

Xiao Han voiced with a sharp gleam in his eyes.

"Are you saying someone is targeting us?"

Xiao Yifeng said gravely.

"We cannot rule out that possibility, especially now that we have the Sharira. We must be vigilant,"

Xiao Han said with a solemn expression.

"Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives!"

A flash of violet light flickered in Xiao Yifeng’s eyes, and a cold smile formed on his lips.

"There’s trouble!"

Xiao Han and the four middle-aged men he had brought all tensed up, sensing something amiss.

Bang!

A dull sound echoed as the door to the room was suddenly blown open. Several figures appeared before Xiao Yifeng and his companions, all dressed in white cloaks that covered their faces, the garb of the Indian Tianri Sect.

"Does the Tianri Sect also wish to seize the Sharira?"

Xiao Han asked with a slight frown as he regarded the group.

"Hand over the Sharira!"

One of them demanded in a hoarse Chinese voice.

"This Sharira is the property of China; how can we hand it over to you!"

Xiao Han declared sternly.

"Kill!"

The hoarse voice commanded, and the others immediately charged, exuding a terrifying aura – all of them high-level experts of the Qi Condensation Realm.

"Everyone, fall back!"

Xiao Han shouted at Xiao Yifeng and the others, unleashing a terrifying presence from within.

Boom!

At that moment, the high-ranking member of the Tianri Sect who had spoken manipulated his hands and a mysterious symbol suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, hurtling towards Xiao Han.

Xiao Han responded with a palm strike of his own. Two formidable powers erupted, destroying everything within the room with their energy.

Xiao Yifeng and his companions retreated repeatedly, while the four middle-aged men who had come with Xiao Han also moved into action, themselves high-level experts of the Qi Condensation Realm.