The Strongest Abandoned Master In City

All of a sudden, the Yamaguchi Group was like a dog whose spine had been broken. They no longer had their previous imposing manner and arrogance.    

As for the Gambino family, who also came from the United States, they were even more at a loss.    

The Benevolence Gathering Hall actually dispersed just like that.    

The Gambino family, which could become the head of the five major mafia families, was no fool. They had been arrogant at the beginning. At this moment, they all withdrew their arrogance and did not dare to show their faces.    

Originally, Yamaguchi Group had joined hands with the Gambino family, and now they had the momentum to sweep across the underground world of North America. But now, they actually had a tiger head and a snake tail.    

As the highest leader of the three groups stationed in North America, the recent days were not good at all.    

The secret of Miyamoto Musashi's life and death had been sent back to the mainland, and he was brought to North America by Miyamoto Musashi, which was the most ancient inheritance. It was the most elite and the most powerful Yin Yang Masters in the most mysterious Yin Yang Dao. There were a hundred of them. All of them had perished together. This responsibility. . . As long as a tiny bit of it fell upon Mount Dragon Mountain, not to mention him. . . Even his clan, along with everyone who had a little bit of a relationship with his clan. . . They would all be executed.    

Yamamoto Ryuuma's status in Yamaguchi Group was supreme, but in Yacouza, he could only be considered a middle and upper echelon figure.    

Only someone like Yamamoto Michima knew how terrifying it was to truly control. . . A power.    

The famous Yamaguchi Group, the Black Dragon Gang, was merely one of the two major organizations under Yakuza.    

And behind Yacuza was the hidden Mitsui Conglomerate.    

However, behind this Mitsui Conglomerate was a terrifying giant hand. This giant hand's name was the Yin Yang Dao.    

The Yin Yang Dao was the oldest, oldest, most mysterious, and most terrifying organization. In short, it was the most mysterious organization.    

No one knew the origin of the Yin Yang Path, nor did they know about its foundation, nor did they know how terrifying and powerful the Yin Yang Path was.    

In any case, the so-called Divine Dao Sect, the so-called ninjas, the various mysteries, powerful people and things were all related to the Yin Yang Dao.    

This was a mysterious organization that had never appeared in front of the world for thousands of years. Compared to the cultivation sects in Hwa Country and the mutants in western world, the Blood Clan and the werewolves were even more mysterious and strange.    

However, no matter if it was the eastern cultivators or the three mysterious powers in the west, they seemed to agree with one thing, and that was, they shouldn't provoke the Yin Yang Dao.    

A hundred years ago, the Divine Dao Sect took control of the government and waged war after war. During that war, the Hwa Country did not send out any true experts in cultivation. Of course, on this side, at most, it was the ninjas who took action, and no Yin Yang Masters took action.    

Everyone seemed to be trying their best to control something within a low level range.    

This time, the Yin Yang Dao had truly appeared for the first time in thousands of years, but they were killed by a hundred Yin Yang Masters as soon as they appeared. This was a great humiliation to the Yin Yang Dao.    

Of course, what infuriated them the most was the fact that they didn't know whether Miyamoto Musashi was dead or alive.    

Miyamoto Musashi. . . He was the first God Child in the Yin Yang Dao to meet the requirements in a thousand years. He was the God Child of the Heavenly Reflection Great God's parasitism.    

The Heavenly Reflection Great God was a sacred existence that worshipped him. He was a giant snake with eight heads.    

And within Miyamoto Musashi's body, what was sealed was precisely the Orochi.    

A thousand meters below Mount Fuji's crater.    

"These useless trash, you all deserve to die, daring to let the Remnants take risks, you all. . . "    

The Priest of the Yin Yang Path, whose entire body was shrouded in darkness and his face could not be seen at all, was cursing at a group of black-robed priests in front of him with all his might.    

Miyamoto Musashi was placed on an extremely strange long platform in the center of the hall. The entire platform was dark, and it was emitting an evil aura.    

On his face, a strange black aura was continuously drifting out. Obviously, he had escaped the terrifying attack of the Eye Of Saint. However, he had also suffered a terrifying injury.    

Just as the High Priest was about to curse again, the world suddenly stopped. Everyone in the hall seemed to have been nailed to the ground, as if they had been struck by a sharp point.    

A gentle white light appeared out of nowhere in the hall. A young man who was as perfect as a statue walked out from the white light. The young man was wearing a snow-white robe. His hair was draped over his shoulders, making him look like a transcendent being. He looked extremely free and unfettered.    

This man was one of the core experts of the Yang family in Immortal Realm, Yang Xiaojun.    

Yang Xiaojun looked coldly at Miyamoto Musashi, who was lying on the ground. A look of disdain flashed across his face. He stretched out his hand and heard an extremely angry roar coming from Miyamoto Musashi's body. A huge black shadow emerged from Miyamoto Musashi's body. This black shadow slowly revealed its true appearance in front of Yang Xiaojun.    

It was a huge snake that was three meters long and as thick as a bucket. It had eight heads and its body was coiled together.    

When it saw Yang Xiaojun, the snake suddenly let out a furious roar. It opened its mouth and threw itself at Yang Xiaojun.    

Yang Xiaojun smiled coldly and reached out his hand to grab the tail of the snake. After that, he started to violently smash the snake in the hall.    

The strange snake suddenly let out a miserable howl. It was thrown into a daze. It was about to beg for mercy, but the continuous heavy blows made it unable to even open its mouth.    

After a few hundred rounds, this Orochi was almost beaten to death by Yang Xiaojun.    

"You. . . Who are you? You. . . Why did you. . . Hit me? Do you know. . . Who I am?"    

The Orochi was in so much pain that its whole body was twitching. All eight of its heads were hanging on the ground. Countless scales had fallen off the body of the huge snake.    

Yang Xiaojun gave a cold smile.    

"You? Hehe, something that doesn't know life or death. If it was your ancestor, I would naturally have nothing to say. However, you, a variant of the Xiangliu Clan, actually dare to threaten me? "    

Yang Xiaojun said, then he lifted his foot and pointed at the seven inches away from Orochi. Orochi's body twitched from the pain. The pain was so intense that it almost collapsed. A strong fishy smell emerged from its body.    

It looked at Yang Xiaojun in horror. It didn't know why this terrifying creature knew its origin, and why it didn't even put the saint of the demon race in its eyes.    

'Xiangliu, Xiangliu, 'was the name that an ordinary person would know?    

Xiangliu Clan, the Great Sage of the monster race in ancient times. One of the heads of the Nine-headed Big Snake had been chopped off by the Human Clan Saint. From now on, it had hidden itself from the world. The Orochi was a branch of the Xiangliu Clan.    

"You. . . What exactly are you trying to do?"    

The Orochi, who was pressured by Yang Xiaojun's powerful aura to the point that it almost died, looked at Yang Xiaojun with trembling eyes. It had a feeling that this cruel guy really dared to kill it.    

Dammit! It was a dignified First Grade Golden Immortal who could break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal after its transformation. It never thought that it would encounter such a bastard when it was at its weakest.    

Orochi wanted to cry. It had been hiding in fear for tens of thousands of years, avoiding all the Heaven Path Laws. It had never dared to reveal its true strength and realm, but this time, it had suffered a great defeat. First, it had lost the life-saving trump card of the Great Saints of the demon race. At its weakest, it was threatened by an immortal.    

This bastard's strength. . . He was only a first-grade Golden Immortal.    

"Submit to me and serve me. Otherwise, die!"