The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

"Ghost Face! Today, I will perish together with you!"

Zhang Zhiwei's roar, like a thunderclap, exploded in the sky above Blood Moon Valley, causing the blood-red miasma to momentarily freeze. The resolute determination and grief contained in that voice pierced through the clamor of the battle and struck Zhang Yulei's mind directly.

At this moment, Zhang Yulei was in a state of half-madness and half-demonic rage. His eyes were bloodshot, and violent lightning raged uncontrollably around him. Wherever it passed, whether it was a Japanese Onmyoji or a Central Plains supernatural being, their limbs were torn apart by the destructive power. His sword was already soaked in blood, and drops of blood that had congealed on the blade fell to the ground, creating eerie blood flowers. His mind was a chaotic mess, filled only with the instinct to kill. His ears were filled with the crisp sounds of clashing weapons, the cries of the dying, and the thunderous pounding of his own heart.

But the moment Zhang Zhiwei roared, Zhang Yulei abruptly stopped.

It was as if an invisible hammer had struck his chaotic consciousness.

"perish together……"

These four words, like a thunderclap, echoed repeatedly in his mind. He vaguely remembered that during his time at Longhu Mountain, his senior brother would always gently pat his shoulder and tell him that power was for protection, not for violence; he remembered that his senior brother protected him in the valley with the power of Golden Light Suppressing the Prison and Thunder Shattering the Nine Heavens; he remembered that his senior brother was now being relentlessly entangled by Ghost Mask, his golden light dimmed, and bloodstains on the corners of his mouth, having been driven to the brink of despair.

"Senior brother..."

A hoarse whisper escaped Zhang Yulei's throat. A glimmer of clarity flashed in his bloodshot eyes, like a firefly in the darkness, faint yet resolute.

The reason that had been consumed by anger and murderous intent gradually returned, like a receding tide.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the fierce battle and landing on two figures in the center of the valley.

The masked figure held a ghost-headed token, his body swirling with inky black energy. The eight heads of the Yamata no Orochi roared menacingly, spewing poisonous flames and black mist, completely encircling Zhang Zhiwei. Zhang Zhiwei's blue robe was already tattered, the cuffs scorched black by the poisonous flames, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, yet he remained as upright as a pine tree, waving his folding fan with impenetrable force. Though the golden light in his hand had dimmed, it still stubbornly resisted the masked figure's attacks.

"Senior brother!"

A chilling killing intent flashed in Zhang Yulei's eyes. This killing intent was no longer the uncontrolled rage of a madman, but a sharp blade imbued with all reason and resolve, aimed directly at Ghost Face!

The sword in his hand emitted a clear, melodious hum, as if sensing its master's will. The raging lightning around him instantly subsided, transforming into a condensed golden arc of lightning that coiled around the sword's blade.

"Baka! You mad dog, you dare come any closer?" The masked man noticed Zhang Yulei's gaze, turned around, and saw those eyes that had regained a sliver of clarity but were now filled with even greater killing intent. A chill ran down his spine, and he shouted sharply, "Yamata no Orochi, kill him!"

The eight heads of the pseudo-Orochi simultaneously turned towards Zhang Yulei, their crimson eyes flashing with bloodlust, and eight black flames, like eight venomous snakes, shot towards Zhang Yulei.

Before the poisonous flames even arrived, the corrosive, stench of the poison hit you immediately.

Zhang Yulei showed no sign of backing down. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, his body shooting towards the Yamata no Orochi like an arrow released from a bow. The sword in his hand, crackling with condensed golden lightning arcs, pierced through the blood-red miasma.

"Thunder Sword Technique - Exorcise Evil!"

A furious roar echoed through the sky.

Zhang Yulei's figure drew a sharp arc in mid-air. The golden lightning arc on his sword instantly surged, transforming into a lightning dragon several meters long, roaring as it crashed into the eight poisonous flames.

"Boom!"

The thunder dragon collided with the poisonous flames, unleashing a dazzling light. The poisonous flames melted away like ice and snow, instantly swallowed by the thunder dragon. The thunder dragon, its momentum undiminished, slammed into one of the pseudo-Orochi's heads.

"Awooo—!"

The fake Yamata no Orochi let out a shrill scream. Its head, struck by the thunder dragon, was instantly shattered, black blood gushing out and sizzling on the ground.

The excruciating pain drove the fake Yamata no Orochi completely berserk. Its remaining seven heads lunged at Zhang Yulei simultaneously, and a foul-smelling wind mixed with poisonous saliva enveloped Zhang Yulei.

Zhang Yulei's eyes sharpened, and his figure moved like a ghost, weaving between the heads of the fake Yamata no Orochi. The sword in his hand was like the scythe of death, constantly being swung.

Sword light flashed, and lightning arcs crisscrossed.

One by one, heads were severed by him.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

In just a few breaths, the pseudo-Orochi, which was invincible in the eyes of the demon-faced demon, had four heads severed by Zhang Yulei. The remaining three heads trembled, their eyes filled with fear, and dared not step forward again.

"You bastard! You're asking for death!" Ghost Face roared, his anger erupting as he watched his painstakingly crafted shikigami being severely injured by Zhang Yulei. He hurled the Ghost Head Token at Zhang Zhiwei, entangled in Zhang Zhiwei's attack, then turned and pounced on Zhang Yulei, his hand gathering dense black energy that transformed into a black claw, aiming for Zhang Yulei's heart.

"Junior brother, be careful!" Zhang Zhiwei was very anxious when he saw this and wanted to go forward to help, but he was entangled by the ghost head token and could not move.

Zhang Yulei, however, seemed oblivious to Ghost Face's attack. His gaze was fixed on Ghost Face, the killing intent in his eyes so intense it was almost tangible.

Just as the masked man's claws were about to pierce his heart, Zhang Yulei suddenly ducked, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. His sword, brimming with unstoppable momentum, slashed towards the masked man's neck.

"A mere trick!" Ghost Face sneered, flicking his wrist as his black claws reached for his sword. His claws were covered in dense black energy, as hard as iron, and ordinary swords could not harm him in the slightest.

But he forgot that Zhang Yulei's sword was imbued with the supremely yang and powerful force of thunder!

"clang!"

The sword clashed with the claws, producing a piercing metallic clang.

Golden arcs of lightning instantly traveled along the claws and spread to the demon's arm.

"ah--!"

Ghost Face let out a shrill scream as his arm was instantly scorched black by the lightning arc, the flesh turning inside out to reveal the stark white bone.

The intense pain caused his movements to slow down slightly.

That slight hesitation cost him his life!

A resolute glint flashed in Zhang Yulei's eyes. He suddenly channeled all the remaining Qi in his body into his sword.

"This sword is for the sake of all living beings!"

A low, angry roar escaped from his throat.

The golden lightning arcs on the sword instantly surged to their maximum, dazzling like the blazing sun.

He gripped the sword with both hands and thrust it forward with a sudden burst of energy!

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade, carrying the indestructible power of thunder, precisely pierced the masked man's neck.

Golden arcs of lightning erupted instantly.

The demon's neck was completely torn apart by the lightning arc.

A head wearing a hideous demon mask shot into the sky.

Black blood gushed from his neck like a fountain, spilling onto the ground.

The ghost-faced body stood frozen in place, and after a few breaths, it slowly collapsed.

The head that had shot skyward landed on the ground with a dull thud. The eyes on the demon mask, filled with resentment and fear, stared fixedly at the sky, gradually losing their luster.

"Master Ghostface!"

"The master is dead!"

The Japanese Onmyoji in the valley, witnessing this scene, instantly panicked. Their leader was gone, their will to fight vanished, and they dropped their weapons, trying to flee.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!"

Zhang Zhiwei's voice echoed through the valley. He suddenly broke free from the restraints of the ghost head token, brandishing his folding fan, which emitted a burst of golden light as he chased after the fleeing Onmyoji.

Yun Youzi, Shui Qianliu, Zhong Tiequan, and others also came to their senses and led the remaining disciples and clansmen to attack the Yin-Yang Masters.

The fighting in the valley erupted once again.

But this time, the scales of victory have completely tipped in Zhang Zhiwei's favor.

Zhang Yulei completely exhausted his internal energy the moment he severed the head of the demon-faced man.

The sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

His body swayed.

Those bloodshot eyes gradually regained their clarity, but were also filled with exhaustion.

He watched the Japanese Onmyoji scattering and fleeing in the valley, watched his senior brother and Master Yun fighting bloody battles, and watched the mountains of corpses piled on the ground. A faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"Senior brother...I..."

A whisper escaped his lips.

Immediately, everything went black before his eyes, and he could no longer hold on, collapsing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness.

The moment he fell, the blood-red miasma in the sky receded like a tide.

A bright, clear moon slowly emerged from the clouds, casting its cool, clear light.

The moonlight fell on Zhang Yulei, illuminating his body covered in blood and wounds.

The sounds of fighting in the valley gradually subsided.

The Japanese Onmyoji were all killed.

The Ghost Soldier Soul-Devouring Array completely collapsed with the shattering of the Ghost Head Token. The imprisoned souls of the common people transformed into streaks of white light, slowly dissipating in the moonlight, as if they had been redeemed.

Zhang Zhiwei quickly walked to Zhang Yulei's side, squatted down, and gently picked him up.

Looking at Zhang Yulei's pale face and the wounds all over his body, a trace of heartache and relief flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work, junior brother."

His voice was slightly hoarse, yet full of tenderness.

Yun Youzi, Shui Qianliu, Zhong Tiequan, and the others walked over. They looked at the head of the demon mask on the ground and the corpses of Japanese Onmyoji scattered throughout the valley, their eyes filled with excitement and exhaustion.

"Master Zhang, congratulations on slaying the demon Ghost Face!" Yun Youzi said, bowing.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, looked at the unconscious Zhang Yulei in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "This is not my achievement alone. It is the achievement of Junior Brother, of all of you, of all those who fought and bled to protect the common people."

He paused, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said firmly, "From this day forward, there will be no place for any Japanese invaders within the borders of Jiangxi!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices echoing through the valley.

Under the moonlight, the smoke of battle in Blood Moon Valley gradually dissipated.

A catastrophe that affected the people of Jiangxi has finally come to an end.

Zhang Yulei, the young man who lost control amidst the flames of war yet yearned to return home, also fell into a deep sleep in his senior brother's arms.