This person is none other than Yang Fei.
Regarding this face, Patriarch Yamamoto had seen it countless times in the internal reports.
Every time, he would look with gnashing teeth, cursing incessantly.
However, when truly facing this person, he couldn't help but feel panic and fear.
Yang Fei stood there, looking at this sallow-faced, short-statured person of Sang Country, and said indifferently.
"Are you Yamamoto?"
As he said that, he raised an eyebrow and casually waved a hand.
A gust of wind arose from nowhere, sweeping towards the eastern wall.
Boom!
Another loud noise, the wall crumbled like tofu, shattered by Yang Fei's Wind Decaying Myriad Swords.
Together with over ten gunmen behind the wall, they were all torn apart.
Amid the blurred flesh and blood, a Gatling machine gun and more than a dozen rifles turned into scrap metal.
With Yang Fei's current realm, the use of Wind Decaying Myriad Swords couldn't be resisted even by a Foundation Building Period Cultivator.
