One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

He was a man who looked to be in his thirties.

He was wearing a somewhat worn sheepskin coat and a dog-skin hat.

He was holding a long pipe in his hand, smoking it casually.

The strangest thing was that, on the edge of the snow-covered cliff, there was a fluffy red fox tail behind him.

It is swaying gently in the wind.

Hu Tianbiao, the Great Immortal of the Hu Family of Changbai Mountain and a Fox Spirit!

Hu Tianbiao tapped his pipe on a rock and exhaled a puff of smoke.

His narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the group of people below.

"I'm telling you, you old snake."

Hu Tianbiao shouted at Liu Huajiao in the water:

"It seems our ancestor has suffered some injuries this time. It's true that any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to come and cause trouble in Changbai Mountain."

"A group of foreign devils with yellow hair and green eyes, plus a few smelly Japanese devils."

"Is this lineup some kind of staged performance of the Eight-Nation Alliance?"

Liu Huajiao did not respond to such a joke.

A low rumble came from its throat, and its vertical pupils stared intently at Tsuchimikado Ryosuke and the others:

"It's been decades."

“I can smell that nauseating stench of Yin-Yang magic emanating from you from ten miles away.”

"Since we're here today, let's leave all of us here as nourishment for our ancestors."

Facing these two terrifying local deities.

Arthur maintained his gentlemanly demeanor.

He stepped forward, placed his umbrella on the snow, and bowed slightly.

"Dear guardians of Changbai Mountain, we have no intention of offending you."

"We simply wish to enter the barrier to conduct some academic observations and research. If you two would be so kind as to grant us this opportunity, the British Brotherhood is willing to provide..."

"Study your grandma's legs!"

Hu Tianbiao immediately swore, impatiently interrupting Arthur's polite words.

He stood up from the cliff and stretched:

"You dare to talk back to me on my turf?"

"Anyone who disturbs the ancestor's peaceful cultivation shall die!"

"Let's do it!"

Knowing that things couldn't be resolved peacefully today, Tsuchimikado Ryosuke let out a low growl.

Gawain, the heavily armored knight who had just slammed the door, and another Western assassin known for his speed, exchanged a glance.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, transformed into two afterimages and rushed towards Liu Huajiao in the water and Hu Tianbiao on the cliff respectively!

"Trying to get the first move? You're asking for it."

Hu Tianbiao sneered.

He took a deep drag on his pipe.

Then, he suddenly exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke at the assassin who was rushing towards him!

"call!"

The white smoke immediately spread in mid-air, turning into a cloud of mist that enveloped the assassin.

"A mere trick!" the assassin scoffed, closing his eyes and continuing to wield his blade based on instinct.

However, the next second.

The assassin's movements suddenly froze.

His eyes snapped open, filled with fear and madness!

"No! Don't come any closer! You devil!!"

He screamed shrilly, then threw away the knife in his hand and frantically scratched his face with both hands.

Just three seconds!

He gouged out his own eyes.

Amidst a chilling scream, he collapsed onto the snow and convulsed a few times.

died!

On the other side...

Gao Wen had already leaped into the air, raised his warhammer, and smashed it down hard on Liu Huajiao's head.

Faced with this thunderous blow.

Liu Huajiao flicked his thick tail.

"Snapped!!!"

This is hardly a physical collision.

This is just incredibly lucky!

Gawain's prized heavy armor deflated instantly.

He was flung through the air and crashed into the water; his fate is unknown.

Just three seconds.

Two Western experts died instantly, without even managing to scratch their opponent!

Amidst the wind and snow, silence descended once more.

Arthur's composure vanished, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the umbrella.

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado took a deep breath, knowing the test was over.

"Sayuri, Nobuya."

Ryosuke slowly pulled out an ancient wooden box from his sleeve, which exuded an eerie black aura.

His eyes turned extremely sinister:

"These beasts are too strong, we can't hold back anymore."

"Form an array, use that."

Chapter 167 Even a Mutant Loach Dares to Scam Someone? The Two Immortals of Changbai Mountain Battle Orochi!

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado did not hesitate at all.

He ran his thumb across the blade, and blood gushed out instantly, dripping onto the intricate patterns on the wooden box.

Sayuri Abe and Nobuhiro Kamo also exchanged a glance.

The two quickly stepped forward and also cut their palms.

The blood of three of the most outstanding geniuses in Japanese Onmyōdō (the Way of Yin and Yang) mingled together and seeped into the wooden box through the cracks.

"Gudu... gudu..."

The wooden box made a boiling sound.

Immediately afterwards, a black mist filled with the aura of decay and death gushed out of the box like a fountain!

Wherever the black mist passed.

Even the solid ice that had been frozen over for countless years by Tianchi Lake had melted into a pool of foul-smelling black water.

Arthur Pendleton, who had retreated to a distance, frowned deeply.

He pulled out a clean white handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes:

"Such intense resentment and curses... Eastern mysticism can indeed cause physical discomfort in some ways."

The fat man next to him was so frightened that he sat down on the snow with his legs trembling: "It's...it's out! Lord Ryosuke released that thing!"

"Fizz!"

From within the black mist, eight grotesque heads, each the size of a truck, slowly emerged.

His scarlet vertical pupils resembled sixteen red lanterns swaying in the wind and snow.

It has no lower body because it is just a phantom.

But the oppressive feeling of those eight intertwined snake heads was enough to freeze the surrounding air.

Yamata no Orochi, the world-destroying demon in Japanese mythology!

Even if it is just a projection summoned by an array and blood essence, the foul air it emits is enough to pollute the spiritual energy of this world!

"Oh?"

On the cliff face, Hu Tianbiao squatted there, his fox-like eyes narrowed.

He took a couple of puffs, exhaled a string of smoke rings, and spoke with a hint of disdain:

"I thought it was some amazing move, but after all that effort, this is all you come up with?"

Hu Tianbiao pointed his pipe at the Yamata no Orochi within the black mist:

"Hey you little dwarfs over there, did your worms mutate due to a change in environment?"

"One body with eight heads, wouldn't they fight while eating? Isn't this just a mutated loach exposed to nuclear radiation?!"

Liu Huajiao, however, was not as relaxed as he was in the water.

As a fellow snake, Liu Huajiao could clearly sense the deadly terror contained within the black mist.

"Fox, stop being so glib."