Supreme Martial God of the City
Chapter 241 - 241 238 Another Yellow Sparrow Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions

241: Chapter 238: Another Yellow Sparrow (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions) 241: Chapter 238: Another Yellow Sparrow (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions) Looking at Yamamoto Snake, the martial artist who had shocked the whole country, the most powerful figure in the entire nation, now kneeling like a dog with its tail between its legs, begging for Ye Tian’s mercy, Su Tong and the others were both astonished and delighted.

Ye Tian did not respond to Yamamoto Snake’s plea.

He stood still, hands behind his back, gazing calmly into the distance with a wicked smile.

The entire Orochi Island was so silent one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Ye Tian to speak, but little did they know, another wave of the military was quietly advancing.

In the outer seas surrounding Orochi Island, hundreds of warships, hundreds of combat helicopters, and even new fighter jets hovered ominously in the sky, as if about to engage in battle.

“Lord Zuo Yan, according to the latest intelligence, Orochi Shrine was destroyed by a young man.”

“And Yamamoto Snake had already summoned the Orochi Evil God, yet he was still defeated by that young man!!”

“Lord, we need to reconsider; occupying Orochi Shrine now might not be a temporary solution.”

Aboard the largest white warship, a number of ninjas equipped with ninja blades and veiled in black gauze could be seen.

If anyone from Orochi Shrine saw this, they would be astonished.

They were all Earth Rank martial artists, but their aura seemed unstable.

“Lord Zuo Yan, I also think attacking now might be too hasty.”

“At present, the Divine Martial Pavilion Master’s cultivation has reached the pinnacle of the world, and no one dares to provoke the Huaxia cultivators.”

“That young genius is definitely an important figure from Huaxia, this…”

An old man standing in place spoke to a middle-aged man in a military uniform.

The old man’s aura was as imposing as a mountain, and a katana lay horizontally in front of him.

Surrounding him, the Black Knights stood solemnly, showing him great respect.

If any members of the nation’s martial world were here, they would tremble and point at the old man, speechless.

This was because he was the most powerful sword dao master in the nation for the past ten-plus years — Sato Sword.

Sato Sword was the founder and promoter of the four great sword paths of the nation.

His swordsmanship was unmatched, revered in the eyes of countless ninjas, and every warrior who pursued sword cultivation aspired to become a grandmaster like Sato Sword.

His No-Killing Swordsmanship, with its ghostly and divine techniques, was known for its impenetrable offense and defense, inspiring countless ninjas who yearned to be taught by Sato Sword.

Once, while practicing swordsmanship in Hokkaido, Sato Sword encountered a small tsunami.

The nearby fishing village was greatly threatened.

At that moment, Sato Sword cleaved the waves with a single slash, curtailing the small tsunami with his extraordinary swordsmanship, earning the awe and worship of the nation’s people.

Sato Sword was also the only person in the nation to enter the top ten of the Divine List, giving him a status above even Yamamoto Snake.

However, he had vanished for decades, rumored to be busy with cultivation and detached from worldly affairs, not involving himself in any national affairs.

But now, Sato Sword stood respectfully beside Lord Zuo Yan, making this a shocking event.

“Lord Sato, since the establishment of the Divine Martial Pavilion, the world’s martial arts forces have implicitly regarded it as the leader.”

“Originally, our nation’s samurai should have been supreme, but in recent years, the Huaxia Martial Arts World has been thriving, constantly suppressing us.”

“Now that I’ve obtained it, it’s time to reveal our fangs.”

“That Huaxia genius will be the first.”

Zuo Yan stood quietly at the ship’s bow, gazing at the boundless sea, and said calmly.

In his hand was something resembling a Black Fire Stick, engraved with mythical evil spirits, shimmering in black light, as if they could come to life at any moment.

“Yes, Lord Zuo Yan!!!”

“I, Sato Sword, will give my all, even unto death, to win supreme glory for our nation’s samurai path.”

Sato Sword respectfully bowed to the Black Fire Stick and spoke with utmost reverence.

“Good, we have taken full control of Orochi Shrine’s army.”

“Try not to use this thing if possible during this operation.”

“This is our ultimate trump card.”

Zuo Yan’s tone was calm, as if he had everything under control.

“Yes, Lord Zuo Yan.”

Sato Sword raised his sword and returned to the team.

Sato Hao, Changchuan Gu, Yukishiro Sha…”

Ito Hao was now a sword dao master of the nation, Changchuan Gu was the close guard of the current Emperor, and Yukishiro Sha was the clan leader of the Yukishiro Family, the only enchanting woman among the nation’s four great masters.

There were four or five more, along with some renowned samurai path experts.

On this warship, nearly ten grandmaster-level masters of the nation were gathered.

It was terrifying.

Usually, these masters were spread across major regions of the country: Hokkaido, Osaka, Tokyo, Kyushu, and Four Snake Sea, each ruling their respective areas.

They generally used cultivation as an excuse and did not involve themselves in any affairs unless in times of great crisis.

Thus, Orochi Shrine had always had command over its region.

Now they were all gathered together, heading towards Orochi Island, an undercurrent began to surge.

“Report, Lord Zuo Yan, there are large schools of sea fish ahead.”

“There are also several sharks blocking our warship’s advance.

Should we fire at them?”

A soldier suddenly ran over swiftly and respectfully addressed Zuo Yan.

“This…..”

“Lord Zuo Yan, let Sato handle it.

It’s been a while since I used my sword, let me give it a try.”

Zuo Yan hesitated slightly; then, Sato Sword stepped forward, raising his katana.

“Alright, thank you.”

“You’ll be credited with a major contribution.

I will report it to the higher-ups.”

Zuo Yan nodded approvingly.

“Yes, I will not disappoint, my lord.”

Sato Sword said excitedly, then with his sword, he stomped and leaped into the air.

He treaded on the sea, leaping under the warship, drawing a katana from the seawater, and with a swing, the surface of the sea surged, killing countless small fish with a slashing Sword Light, their bodies floating densely on the surface.

“Clang.”

Sato Sword, stepping on the waves, drew his long sword again, slashing casually, and a Sword Light several meters long cut through the sea against the tide.

The majestic momentum of this slash overwhelmed the warriors, making it hard for them to breathe even from afar.

Under the Sword Light, a sea area several dozen meters wide split with a deep crack.

The ocean was cleaved in two by a single slash, like a dam holding it back.

One slash splits the sea!

Suddenly, the few tiger sharks, which struck fear into countless hearts, had their heads and tails severed, blood dyeing the sea red, their five viscera shattered.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.