Bai Yiyuan watched the approaching figure, his expression dark with murderous intent. “Old Man Yamamoto, no need for pleasantries. I’m not here for your Sakura Kingdom.” Yamamoto No exhaled in relief. As long as this God of Slaughter wasn’t targeting their country, that was enough. Who in their right mind would provoke him? The Bongja Kingdom incident was still fresh—Bai Yiyuan had nearly razed the entire country single-handedly. That incident cemented his reputation as the God of Slaughter, a name whispered with dread among God-level powerhouses. In the Shenxia Empire, there were two notorious madmen: God of Slaughter Bai Yiyuan and Mad God Yan Kuangsheng. Anyone who crossed them was screwed. However, no one dared call Bai Yiyuan the God of Slaughter to his face. They all called him White God. “May I ask, White God.” Yamamoto No ventured carefully, “What offense has the Black Dragon Guild committed? I’ll have them apologize.” Yamamoto No stiffened. He hadn’t expected that. Bai Yiyuan’s hatred for the Abyssal Demons was immense. The Bongja Kingdom incident had stemmed from that very hatred. Now, the Black Dragon Guild had made the same mistake. “White God, is there proof?” Yamamoto No grasped at a final, fragile hope. Bai Yiyuan grinned. “Do I need proof?” Yamamoto No's face darkened as his final hope crumbled to dust. In this world, strength ruled. Bai Yiyuan’s dominance left no room for protest. Even if the Sakura Kingdom resented it, they could only grit their teeth and submit. Yamamoto No fell silent. But Bai Yiyuan wasn’t a man of patience, “You have three seconds. If no one from the Black Dragon Guild shows, I won’t be polite.” And everyone knew what “not being polite” meant. Once Bai Yiyuan lost control, no one could stop him. This wasn’t Shenxia, and the people here weren’t Shenxians—he could unleash himself without restraint. Yamamoto No pointed without hesitation and said, “Their estate’s over there.” It wasn’t a difficult choice. Between the Sakura Kingdom’s people and the Black Dragon Guild, he instinctively chose the latter. Bai Yiyuan sneered. He’d expected as much. At the foot of a snow-covered mountain beyond Sakurahigashi City stood a sprawling estate—the Black Dragon Guild’s headquarters. “They picked a scenic spot.” Bai Yiyuan remarked coldly, eyes gleaming with killing intent. Yamamoto No exhaled in relief. At this point, whether the Black Dragon Guild had truly colluded with the Abyssal Demons was irrelevant. Proof? No one cared. Bai Yiyuan’s killing intent surged as he flew toward the estate. The snowy mountain trembled. Massive sheets of snow crashed down its slopes. Three figures shot into the sky, each radiating a God-level aura. Though the Sakura Kingdom was a small nation, it still harbored a few God-level powerhouses. However, the auras of the three paled in comparison to Bai Yiyuan’s. Among them were two low-tier God-level powerhouses and one mid-tier. The moment they recognized Bai Yiyuan, their expressions shifted drastically. One glance from him was enough to silence them. Hovering above the Black Dragon Guild’s headquarters, Bai Yiyuan gazed down at the estate teeming with people. As the Sakura Kingdom’s strongest guild, it boasted many powerful class users. Among them were no fewer than twenty peak-level level-80-plus class users—normally arrogant and commanding figures with significant influence. Now, under Bai Yiyuan’s suffocating aura, they were as silent as cicadas in winter. “Abe Inbi, get out here!” Bai Yiyuan’s voice boomed as he stared at a particular building, dense with God-level aura. Inside was the Black Dragon Guild’s guild master, Abe Inbi. Lin Moyu frowned, “Teacher… there’s more than one God-level presence in there.” Bai Yiyuan remained calm, “Indeed, there’s more than one pest.” A sinister laugh echoed as the door opened, and two men emerged—both God-level powerhouses. Bai Yiyuan sneered coldly, “Abe Inzuki… you’re here too.” Abe Inbi and Abe Inzuki were twin brothers, indistinguishable in face, build, and temperament. Abe Inzuki’s gaze radiated a chilling, inhuman coldness. He chuckled darkly, revealing a pair of sharp fangs, “Bai Yiyuan, didn’t expect to see me again, did you?” A cold chill gripped Lin Moyu’s heart, “Something’s wrong… he’s not human.” He whispered, “Teacher, that guy’s… off.” Bai Yiyuan grunted, “He’s dead. That’s Abe Inbi’s Shikigami now. Seems I was too merciful last time—didn’t kill him thoroughly enough.” Lin Moyu’s eyes widened in realization. Abe Inzuki had fallen to Bai Yiyuan before, yet Abe Inbi had turned his brother’s corpse into a Shikigami, a half-human, half-spirit entity. Onmyoji possessed the cruel skill to bind a recently slain soul before it dispersed, forcing it into eternal servitude. Many used this dark art against their enemies. Ordinarily, Shikigami lost all memories and consciousness of their former lives. But Abe Inzuki was an exception. Abe Inzuki clung to the memories and hatred of his past life, his heart burning with a single desire: to flay Bai Yiyuan alive. He spoke coldly, “The blood feud from back then… I’ll never forget it. And today, I’ll repay it tenfold.” Bai Yiyuan let out a mocking laugh, “Becoming a Shikigami must’ve rotted your brain. With just you…?” Abe Inzuki answered only with a chilling laugh. Beside him, the Black Dragon Guild’s guild master, Abe Inbi, spoke in a low voice, “You must be Lin Moyu, youngest godly general of the Shenxia Empire.” Lin Moyu’s reputation preceded him. There were few who hadn’t heard his name. Abe Inbi continued, “Before my son died, he managed to send word back. The one who killed him was you, wasn’t it?” “To destroy my son’s soul… Godly General Lin, you’re quite capable.” Abe Yoshino was Abe Inbi’s son. Bai Yiyuan had already briefed Lin Moyu about him on the way here. With his abilities, Abe Yoshino had no business colluding with the Abyssal Demons. Without Abe Inbi’s authorization, he wouldn’t have dared target Jialan Lieyang. It was clear the Black Dragon Guild was involved, and so was Abe Inbi. Abe Inbi’s voice dropped darker still, “You killed my son, and now you come to wipe out my Black Dragon Guild? Bai Yiyuan, you’ve gone too far.” His voice was low, almost as if he were muttering to himself." “Since that’s how it is… don’t blame me for being impolite.” “White God, you might escape today—but Godly General Lin won’t.” He suddenly stomped the ground. The entire estate erupted in brilliant light as a barrier enveloped it. “A barrier…” Bai Yiyuan muttered, “So it’s true. You’ve been colluding with the Abyssal Demons.” The moment the barrier appeared, the suspicions were confirmed. The Black Dragon Guild was working with the Abyssal Demons. The Abyssal Demons wielded barriers, while Dragonkind mastered formations. Humans fused both arts, giving rise to the Formation Master class. As the barrier shimmered into being, multiple Shikigami appeared behind Abe Inbi. As a God-level Onmyoji, he could control many Shikigami. He commanded eight Shikigami in total, one of them being his own brother, Abe Inzuki. When Lin Moyu’s gaze fell upon them, his expression hardened, “Demon Kings…” Abe Inbi chuckled darkly, “That’s right. Demon Kings.” Among his eight Shikigami, two were Abyssal Demon Kings. Bai Yiyuan muttered, “Using Demon Kings as Shikigami… That’s a first. Your ties to the Abyssal Demons must be deep. Even managed to get your hands on recently deceased Demon Kings.” He doubted Abe Inbi had slain them himself. Judging from their aged appearances, they’d likely died of natural causes and fallen into Abe Inbi’s hands. Abe Inbi offered no explanation. Instead, he gave a customary Sakura Kingdom salute toward Bai Yiyuan and Lin Moyu. “Level 93 Onmyoji, Abe Inbi. I’ll be sending you both to the afterlife.” Level 93—mid-tier God-level, with eight God-level Shikigami at his command. His strength was beyond imagination.