"Qingxue! Qingxue, are you all right?" Ye Fan cried out anxiously.

Su Qingxue said weakly, "Ye Fan, I can’t walk alongside you anymore. Fang Nan and the others... they all truly love you. You must treat them well." She added, "Our fated connection ends here. I can’t hold on to you any longer."

"No!" Ye Fan replied frantically. "I want to be yours forever! I’d be lost without you... My love, you have to be strong!"

Ye Fan cried. As a man, he rarely wept, but this sorrow was too much to bear.

"Why?!" he roared in anger. "WHY?!"

Why did the women he loved leave him, one after another? Is this a punishment from the heavens? If all this is punishment, I’d rather bear it all myself.

At that moment, Su Qingxue whispered weakly, "My love... our fated journey ends here. Farewell."

With that, she went limp in his arms.

Just as Ye Fan was at the peak of his despair, a woman descended from the sky. It was the recently vanished Flame Witch.

"Hand her over to me!" the Flame Witch demanded at once.

"No!" Ye Fan refused.

But the Flame Witch stated coolly, "If you don’t give her to me, she absolutely won’t survive the night!"

"What’s going on?" Meanwhile, the other women had been admiring what they thought was the most beautiful scene of love, only to be shocked by this turn of events. They immediately rushed over.

Gazing at the resolute Flame Witch, Ye Fan slowly handed Su Qingxue over to her.

"You will thank me for this," the Flame Witch told him. "I want you to remember me for the rest of your life."

Then, she carried Su Qingxue away, leaving Ye Fan in utter despair. It seemed he had no other real choice.

As the other women arrived, Qin Yanran immediately asked, "Darling, why did you give Qingxue to her?"

Ye Fan replied, "I don’t know, but at that moment, it felt like I had no other choice."

In truth, Ye Fan was out of options. Not even thousand-year-old ginseng could save Su Qingxue. If he hadn’t given her to the Flame Witch, she would have certainly died. For this reason, he had handed Su Qingxue over without a shred of doubt.

"You were too impulsive! Who knows what she’ll do to Sister Qingxue?" Fang Nan added. Although she was about the same age as Su Qingxue, she was used to calling her "sister."

While Ye Fan’s mind was in turmoil, Tian Can suddenly arrived to report.

"Boss, there’s trouble at the manor!" Tian Can said respectfully.

"What is it?" Ye Fan asked.

"The manor is under attack! A group of mysterious Japanese Martial Artists has already broken through the outer defenses!" Tian Can reported truthfully.

"To arms!" Ye Fan ordered sharply. "Take the women to a safe place. Those insignificant punks from Japan... I don’t normally waste my time on them, but they dared to come to my door. This time, I’ll teach them the meaning of no return!"

Ye Fan was simmering with rage, and now he finally had an outlet.

"Yes!" Tian Can then added, "Boss, the Shadow Stream Master may have appeared."

"Hm?" Ye Fan’s expression instantly turned grim.

He knew exactly who the Shadow Stream Master was: a Japan Emperor-level expert and a truly formidable opponent. The Shadow Stream Master represented the pinnacle of Japan Martial Arts. In the hearts of the Japanese Martial Artists, his status even surpassed that of their Emperor; he was the God of Ninjas. For such a person to appear personally meant this was destined to be a night heavy with killing intent.

Ye Fan didn’t spare another thought for anyone else and immediately rushed toward the outskirts of the manor. A brutal battle was already raging, and he realized the gravity of the situation. He felt no urge to flee. This wedding had brought together all the people he loved and his closest friends. Even if his opponent was the strongest powerhouse in Japan, he would charge forward without hesitation and fight to the death.

Outside the manor, a team of ninjas struck swiftly. They moved through the Dark Night, engaged in a fierce battle with the warriors of the King Hall. This team of ninjas was undeniably powerful. Moving through the crowd, they left a trail of blood in their wake—a truly terrifying force.

Behind them, a powerful figure approached slowly. He was the Shadow Stream Master, the God of Ninjas. His skills in Ninjutsu and with the katana were both otherworldly, and he was one of the few Emperor-level experts in the world. The katana in his hand looked magnificent and grand, but it had not yet been unsheathed. In his eyes, none of the warriors fighting for their lives on the battlefield were worthy of him drawing his weapon, let alone making a move.

The members of the Heavenly King Hall were under serious threat, as the ninjas’ strength was simply overwhelming, crushing all resistance. Black Fog was rallying them to fight back, but they had already fallen into disarray and were no match for the invaders.

The Shadow Stream Master wore a terrifying mask. "Are these the so-called followers of the King of Heaven?" he said disdainfully. "Before my Japan ninjas, they are utterly defenseless!"

"It seems this is another disappointing battle. That good-for-nothing Yoshimura Takuya from the Jintian Group actually died at the hands of these wretches. He has brought utter disgrace to our ninja lineage!" the Shadow Stream Master scoffed.

Given his strength and background, he rarely bothered with worldly affairs. However, Japanese Martial Artists had been falling one after another in the Divine Land. Furthermore, the Japanese Martial Artists harbored a deep-seated desire for Ninjutsu to completely vanquish Shen Zhou Martial Arts. For these reasons, he decided to act. This time, his first target was the King of Heaven, who was infamous for his arrogance and for looking down on Japanese Martial Artists.

In the dark night, the grim slaughter continued.

Finally, Ye Fan arrived.

Seeing his brothers in such a miserable state, he became furious. But despite his anger, he did not lose his composure. He knew how powerful his enemy was; to lose his head now would be certain death.

Ye Fan roared, "All brothers, listen to my command! Stop panicking! Get in formation and show me the discipline from your training! If anyone dares to desert, they will be executed without question!"

"Yes!"

Hearing the long-awaited command, the warriors of the King Hall, who outnumbered the enemy more than three to one, immediately formed an Array. Black Fog led one team, with Di Que assisting by attacking the enemy’s flanks. Lei Kai led another, with Huo Yun supporting a frontal assault.

From a high vantage point far away, the Shadow Stream Master sneered, "Clowns will be clowns. No matter how you arrange yourselves, you’re still just a band of clowns! Since you want to play, I’ll see what tricks you can muster."

Resting his hand on the hilt of his katana, the Shadow Stream Master watched the scene with mockery, certain their efforts were futile. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

However, when the warriors of the King Hall finally fought with their full focus, the battlefield changed. They successfully blocked the ninjas’ advance. The clash was no longer a one-sided slaughter; the ninjas failed to gain any advantage. In the first collision, both sides suffered heavy losses.

At that moment, Black Fog led a contingent from the Heavenly King Hall into action. They moved like phantoms in the Dark Night, beginning to assassinate the ninjas. The King Hall held the front lines while the Heavenly King Hall ambushed from the shadows.

Instantly, screams erupted from the Japan ninjas. Already outnumbered, they were now completely surrounded and had lost all their earlier momentum.

The Shadow Stream Master still did not move.

He remarked mockingly, "You can’t even take down mere clowns. You’ve disappointed me greatly. I won’t save you. You can have the honor of dying for your country and report to the Shrine!"

At this, the Shadow Stream Master’s gaze stopped wavering. It locked onto Ye Fan with an arrogant smile.

"Only you are my target!"