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

however.

Just as those eight gaping maws were about to engulf the old Celestial Master...

The old master finally raised his head.

"Fancy and superficial."

The old master calmly uttered eight words.

He slowly pulled his right hand out of his wide sleeve.

then.

It transformed into a golden afterimage!

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"

That's incredibly fast!

So fast that you can't even see the afterimage!

All that could be heard was a series of explosions coming from mid-air!

The old celestial master's figure flickered in mid-air like a ghost.

His palm was enveloped in a thick golden light and dazzling white lightning.

One slap each!

It struck precisely on the head of the giant snake that was crashing down!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Each slap was accompanied by a burst of lightning.

That seemingly indestructible snake head of foul energy was more fragile than a watermelon in the hands of the old celestial master.

It was instantly blasted into pieces in mid-air, turning into a sky full of black mist!

In less than a few seconds!

The eight heads of the Yamata no Orochi were all smashed by the old celestial master!

"Holy crap..."

Zhang Chulan's mouth dropped open, his chin almost hitting his foot:

"This...this is the ultimate level of gold content?!"

"This monster-fighting is like beating up a grandson?!"

But then, Zhuge Qing's expression hardened:

"The old master's attacks were indeed powerful, but this monster..."

really.

Zhuge Qing had just finished speaking.

The thick black fog churned violently once more.

"Hiss..."

In less than two breaths.

Those heads that had been smashed apart actually reformed themselves in the black mist!

It was even bigger than before!

Upon seeing this, Tsuchimikado Ryosuke breathed a sigh of relief, then burst into wild laughter:

"Hahahaha! You old Chinese man! You're useless!"

"This is a stain on the nation's destiny! As long as it hasn't absorbed enough vital energy, it won't perish!"

"No matter how strong your attacks are, how many times can you destroy it?! Once your Qi is exhausted, it will be your death!"

Seeing this scene.

Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and the others also began to feel anxious.

"It's troublesome."

Wang Ye frowned. "This monster is immune to physical damage and can regenerate infinitely. The Old Celestial Master is getting on in years; with such high-intensity attacks, this is going to be a war of attrition..."

"Second Master".

Zhang Chulan grew a little anxious and moved closer to Zhang Tianyi:

"How about... you go up and lend a hand? This thing is too shameless!"

"Help what?"

Zhang Tianyi remained leaning against the sedan chair, pulling out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere and cracking them open with a loud cracking sound.

He glanced at Zhang Chulan sideways, his eyes filled with contempt:

"Grandson, do you guys have some kind of misunderstanding about the word 'top'?"

Zhang Tianyi looked at the old man in white in the center of the battlefield, his face full of pride:

"A war of attrition?"

"The Qi within that old man's body is deeper than the water of Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain!"

"Do you really think he can't kill this mudfish?"

"He's... just playing around!"

In the center of the battlefield.

The old celestial master landed steadily back on the ground.

Looking at the eight snake heads that had grown back and were even more ferocious above his head.

He showed no sign of panic.

Instead, the old master sighed softly.

"Ugh……"

"I'm getting old, and my accuracy is still a bit lacking."

The old celestial master rubbed his wrist and looked up at the enormous phantom:

"I was thinking of stretching my muscles and getting a few more punches."

"Since you're in such a hurry to be reborn, you beast..."

"Then I, the old Taoist priest, will not play with you anymore."

The words fell.

The old master's eyes suddenly snapped open!

A blindingly bright pure white light erupted from his body!

This is no ordinary lightning magic.

This is the highest secret technique of the Celestial Master's Mansion, the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, which has been refined to its extreme by the Old Celestial Master!

Extremely masculine and vigorous!

"Little devils."

The old celestial master glanced at Tsuchimikado Ryosuke in the distance, his voice like thunder from the heavens:

"Today, this old Taoist priest will teach you a lesson."

"Before the absolute and majestic power of Heaven, all filth is nothing but a fart!"

The Celestial Master pointed one finger to the sky!

The true qi within his body circulated wildly, resonating with the qi of heaven and earth.

"Five Thunder Orthodox Method - Great Crimson Palace..."

In the old celestial master's eyes, the white lightning appeared almost tangible.

"Taiyi Heavenly Gang True Thunder!"

The old celestial master slowly pressed his palm down.

A pure white beam of light plummeted straight down from the heavens!

The beam of light was not thick, but the sheer strength and yang energy it contained instilled a sense of awe in all the extraordinary beings present.

"What...what kind of lightning magic is this?!"

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado's maniacal laughter froze instantly.

He sensed the presence of death from that white light!

The pure white Heavenly Thunderbolt struck the center of the Yamata no Orochi.

The instant of contact!

"Hiss!!!"

The Yamata no Orochi let out an unprecedentedly shrill scream!

But its cry lasted for less than a few seconds.

The white light spread outwards like ripples on water.

At an alarming speed, it evaporated and dissolved the foul air layer by layer!

From the eight heads, to the neck, and then to the core imprint deep within that black mist!

In just a few breaths!

Just moments ago, the illusory image of the Eight-Headed Serpent was arrogant and claimed to be immortal.

Purified by this supremely yang and powerful Heavenly Thunder.

Completely... vanished into nothingness!

The sky was washed clean by the white light, and even the chill in the air was dispelled.