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

They're practically indestructible!

The phantom of the eight-headed serpent was formed from the filth and impurities of the nation's destiny.

As long as the foul air persists, it will never die!

Although Liu Kunsheng was fierce and could blow off one or two of its heads with each attack, it was completely useless.

Faced with this energy entity that comes with an unlimited resurrection cheat code.

The fighting style of the Northeast Immortals, which leans towards physical melee combat, is completely countered.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado, standing at the back, casually wiped away the blood from his nose.

He looked at Liu Kunsheng, who was gradually losing ground and covered in wounds, with a smug expression:

"Don't waste your energy."

"This Yamata no Evil is the manifestation of the resentment of my Great Japanese Empire over hundreds of years, and it is specifically designed to counteract the spiritual energy of your land."

"The harder you fight, the faster you'll wear yourself down. And it will only grow stronger with each fight!"

Ryosuke formed hand seals again, preparing to give Liu Kunsheng the final, deadly command: "Tear it to shreds!"

……

Beside a snowdrift not far away.

Zhang Tianyi leaned against the armrest of the sedan chair, a half-eaten sweet potato dangling from his mouth.

He watched Liu Kunsheng struggling on the ice, his brows slightly raised.

"These black loaches from Northeast China have a tough temper, but they're not very bright."

"Knowing full well that the opponent is a monster with a mechanism that doesn't take damage, why would you still stand there and try to fight it head-on? Isn't that just feeding them a free kill?"

Zhang Chulan, watching from the side, was terrified and quickly came over to say:

"Master! Uncle Liu can't hold on much longer! This thing is too strange; it cuts off one head and two grow back. How are we supposed to fight it?"

"How about... you go through the trouble again and perform a ritual to help it pass on to the afterlife?"

"Too."

Zhang Tianyi stretched lazily and stood up from the sedan chair.

He moved his neck, and his joints made a few popping sounds.

"I never tore apart this deformed thing with eight heads back in Beiping. Today I'll use it to practice."

As he spoke, Zhang Tianyi's eyes narrowed, and faint arcs of lightning began to leap around his body.

He was about to take a step out and enter the venue.

Just then.

A hand blocked his way.

"Ok?"

Zhang Tianyi paused and turned around.

The old master, who had been standing to the side with his hands tucked into his sleeves watching the show, suddenly appeared.

This guy actually seemed a little eager to try.

"Senior brother?"

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow. "What's up? Are you going to give a speech?"

"Second son."

The old celestial master slowly unbuttoned one of the buttons on his Taoist robe.

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable seriousness:

"Back in Beiping (Beijing)."

"You're fast on your feet. You rushed into the house of those Onmyoji all by yourself and tore those beasts to pieces."

"By the time I got there, I hadn't even caught a whole, still-warm meal; all that was left was a pile of ashes."

As the old celestial master spoke, he took off his gray outer robe and casually tossed it to Zhang Chulan beside him.

She was only wearing a white undershirt.

"For the past seventy-five years, I have been sitting on Longhu Mountain every day, drinking tea, feeding birds, and enjoying the scenery."

"The bones are practically rusting."

The old celestial master looked ahead and actually revealed a warlike smile:

"Today, we finally ran into a few of those Japanese devils who escaped from the net back then."

"And they even produced such a tough, mutated giant loach."

The old celestial master turned his head, looked at Zhang Tianyi, and discussed the matter very seriously:

"Second brother, give your senior brother some face."

"You did make a move just now."

"These rats, and that big snake... please don't try to take them from me, okay?"

"My hands... are really itching to get going."

Seeing the old master's protective manner towards his food, Zhang Tianyi was first taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh.

He readily withdrew the lightning from his body, took a step back, and gestured for him to proceed.

"Got it."

"Since you're in the mood, senior brother, I'll let you steal the spotlight today."

"But you have to take it easy, don't strain your back, or I'll have to carry you back."

"Hmph, mind your own business."

The old master glared at him irritably.

Then.

He turned around, took a step, and walked towards the frozen surface of Tianchi Lake.

Chapter 171 Why is the Supreme Five Thunder Orthodox Technique different from others?!

"The Celestial Master?!"

Guan Shihua, who was behind, was startled when she saw Zhang Zhiwei walk out.

As the old celestial master walked forward, he spoke in a calm tone, his voice clearly reaching the ears of every shaman:

"Let's all go back."

"Boom!!!"

As he casually uttered those words...

An extremely dense golden light spread out from the old master's body without warning!

"retreat."

The old master spoke one more word.

Golden light rippled outwards like waves on water.

Those disciples of the Northeast Immortal Clan who were still struggling felt a gentle yet irresistible force pushing against their chests.

They couldn't even control their steps and were directly pushed out by this golden light!

Even Liu Kunsheng, who was enormous and ready to fight the Yamata no Orochi to the death.

The moment they came into contact with the golden light, their vertical pupils contracted.

It sensed a righteous energy that seemed to come from the very source of heaven and earth.

Its demonic aura was strongly suppressed in the face of this aura.

"Such...such terrifying cultivation level..."

Liu Kunsheng dared not be careless in the slightest. Following the push of the golden light, he quickly shrank his body and retreated to Guan Shihua's side.

In just a few seconds.

The vast icy battlefield was cleared out.

All that remained was the old Celestial Master, clad in a grey robe and enveloped in golden light.

And the enormous phantom of the Yamata no Orochi opposite.

"What?!"

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado, watching from afar, frowned deeply.

"An old man? He dares to come here to die?"

"You're courting death! Swallow him!"

"Roar!!!"

The Yamata no Orochi received the command, and its eight enormous heads instantly turned around.

It carried a nauseating, fishy wind and a sky full of poisonous miasma.

It bit down hard on the old celestial master on the ground!

The way they were acting made it seem like they wanted to tear this little old man to pieces in an instant!

"Master, be careful!!!"

Zhang Chulan, who was behind him, screamed in fright, his heart leaping into his throat.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were also on tenterhooks.

Although this old celestial master is a peerless master, this thing is a monster formed from the filth and evil energy of the nation's destiny, so physical attacks are ineffective!