Although Yang Feilong's soul and divine sense were directed at the five individuals, four of them had relatively weak soul resistance. Their souls were instantly torn apart. Even Hetian Jun, who had the strongest soul and the strongest resistance, felt as if his soul was being ripped apart at this moment.
However, he endured the pain and reached for Luo Wenwen, hoping to use her as a threat to Yang Feilong.
But Yang Feilong acted as if he hadn't seen Luo Wenwen about to be captured and instantly broke through the air, killing towards Hetian Jun.
The other four found it difficult to react further while enduring the pain of their souls being torn apart, but this Hetian Jun was different and needed to be dealt with first!
"Stop!" Hetian Jun's face changed drastically when he saw that Yang Feilong showed no signs of stopping. He wanted to kill Luo Wenwen, the hostage.
But he hesitated for just an instant, and it was too late.
Whoosh!
A sword light flashed, and the hand that Hetian Jun was reaching for Luo Wenwen's throat instantly flew off, severed by Yang Feilong.
"Ah!" Excruciating pain struck.
Hetian Jun was terrified and shocked. At this moment, he saw how vast the gap was between him and Yang Feilong.
Yang Feilong's sword did not aim for Hetian Jun's life, but for the hand that was reaching for Yang Feilong's comrade. Why? Because if Yang Feilong had killed Hetian Jun, his hand might have instantly crushed Luo Wenwen's throat. Cutting off his arm, however, was relatively easier.
Hetian Jun still wanted to use Luo Wenwen as a threat, but it was too late; Yang Feilong had arrived.
Whoosh!
Then another sword light struck.
Hetian Jun's head flew off. He didn't fail to dodge; he even used a ninjutsu at the last moment, but it was useless. Yang Feilong seemed to be able to see where he was.
Those who practice ninjutsu are not inherently strong. Their strength lies in their stealth techniques, their ability to instantly conceal themselves and appear beside an opponent before they can be sensed. Although they expose themselves the moment they attack, in such a short time, even those stronger than them cannot exert their full strength in a hasty attack.
But his hidden presence was completely exposed under Yang Feilong's powerful divine sense, making him as visible as if he were running naked!
He was practically a target!
All this may seem long, but from Qianye Yu's warning to Yang Feilong killing Hetian Jun, it all took less than a breath. At this moment, the other four ninjas, whose souls were severely injured, finally regained some clarity. However, before they could react, whether to hide, fight Yang Feilong, or take Luo Wenwen hostage, they were all killed by Yang Feilong with a single sword strike!
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Four heads rolled to the ground, dead as could be!
Yang Feilong was about to pursue the remaining few people, but after a moment's thought, he gave up. The most important thing now was Luo Wenwen's safety.
With a flick of his finger, the ropes binding Luo Wenwen snapped, falling to the ground piece by piece.
"Feilong Gege." Luo Wenwen, tears streaming down her face, threw herself into Yang Feilong's arms.
"It's alright, it's alright!" Yang Feilong held Luo Wenwen with one arm and patted her shoulder with the other, comforting her.
At the same time, his divine sense enveloped an area of several hundred meters around himself.
Three ninjas, several hundred meters away, were fleeing in three different directions.
At this moment, if he chose to pursue, he could catch at least two of them and kill them all. However, he had not detected the hidden ninja.
This made Yang Feilong frown. "This ninja is too cautious! So many of his comrades died, yet he didn't make a move, but instead notified the three outside to escape!"
"Clearly, that person realized my strength!"
In fact, at that very moment, Yang Feilong had considered not revealing too much of his strength, intending to capture all these ninjas in one fell swoop. However, he also worried that if he held back, Luo Wenwen might be harmed by these people. If that happened, he would never forgive himself!
"These ninjas actually made a move!" Yang Feilong cursed inwardly. "Damn it, they are more detestable than those guys from Mei Country!"
At least those psychics from Mei Country were directly targeting him. These ninjas from Wok Country, however, used hostages to threaten him!
The reason why he had to sneak up to attack was simple: these people didn't play by the rules, and he would be foolish to come head-on and let the enemy dictate the terms.
His attack just now was the same. He had absolute confidence that if he had hesitated for a moment, he would have lost the initiative!
And his opponent, by hesitating for a moment, had completely sealed his own death, leaving no chance at all!
"It's a pity, yet not a pity!" Not being able to wipe out these Wok Country ninjas had disadvantages, but also advantages.
The disadvantage was, naturally, that the enemy was not completely annihilated and might have realized his strength. The advantage was that those people had witnessed his ruthlessness, and perhaps in the future, they would not threaten people around him, or at least, they would not attack so easily!
Luo Wenwen cried for a long time in Yang Feilong's arms. He didn't speak, and neither did she.
In fact, this was the first time Luo Wenwen had seen a living person die before her eyes, but she did not feel disgusted or nauseous. This was because the pain and fear she had experienced today were already enough. Moreover, these people were trying to kill Feilong Gege; they were all deserving of death, so their deaths were just.
Of course, if it were at another time, she would definitely be scared, terrified, and even disgusted.
But now, she wasn't!
Yang Feilong, half embracing her shoulder, walked outside. Behind them, flames burned.
Those were the corpses of five people.
When his flames were infused with true qi, they could burn away ordinary weapons, let alone a few dead bodies.
Luo Wenwen did not look back. She felt very warm now. Feilong Gege's embrace was so gentle, so warm. This made her heart deeply infatuated, but the thought that this embrace did not belong to her sent waves of pain through her heart, making her face pale.
"What's wrong? Did they do something to you?" Yang Feilong noticed Luo Wenwen's complexion was wrong, her body trembling, her eyes filled with anger, and concern.
Anger towards those Wok Country people, concern for Luo Wenwen.
"No." Luo Wenwen shook her head, her gaze softening under Yang Feilong's concerned look.
"Then why..." As soon as Yang Feilong asked, he wished he could slap himself. Why was he bringing this up for no reason?
As expected.
"Feilong Gege, have you ever liked me?" Luo Wenwen looked at Yang Feilong with eyes full of anticipation and hope.
"Of course, I've always liked you. After all, I see you as a sister." Yang Feilong smiled gently.
A hint of joy involuntarily appeared on Luo Wenwen's face. He did like her. But after hearing Yang Feilong's explanation, her smile froze. So this was the kind of liking!
Yang Feilong, with his peripheral vision, naturally noticed the change in Luo Wenwen's expression. He sighed inwardly. To be honest, he didn't know how to comfort Luo Wenwen at this moment, and could only hope that time would somehow alleviate Luo Wenwen's feelings for him.