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"Snapped!"

A crisp sound, like a whip lashing through the air, suddenly rang out from the depths of the dark forest!

The sound came without warning.

Immediately following was a very familiar young voice, filled with complaints and impatience:

"Damn it, this awful weather! This muddy mountain stuff has ruined all my new cloth shoes!"

"Fourth brother, stop complaining! Are you blind? Didn't you see that big-eared thief in front of you is almost wrapped up like a leek dumpling!"

Another rough and irritable voice followed.

Hearing that familiar voice, a voice so familiar that you could recognize it even if it were ashes.

Zhang Huaiyi, who was lying in the mud waiting to die, suddenly opened his small eyes covered in mud.

Tears welled up instantly.

"Senior brothers... senior brothers?!"

He Maoyi's hand holding the knife paused, and he suddenly looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

"Who's playing tricks?!"

"Screw your grandpa's leg!"

Boom!!!

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly swept out from the depths of the forest!

This lightning bolt makes absolutely no sense.

It skimmed right up to the ground, like an enraged dragon, instantly blasting the bushes, pebbles, and even a few Japanese soldiers blocking its way into a sky full of debris!

"Thunder magic?!" He Mao was shocked and hurriedly raised his white bone staff to block.

"boom!"

The terrifying force knocked him and his cane back several steps.

The lightning dissipated.

At the end of the rain curtain.

Several figures of varying heights, dressed in Taoist robes from the Celestial Master's Mansion, walked out slowly through the mud.

Leading the way was a tall, unkempt young man with a stern face.

He flicked the electricity still lingering on his fingertips.

His eyes were fixed on Zhang Huaiyi, who was surrounded, and then swept over the group of Yin-Yang Masters who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

The young man gave a cold laugh.

That voice was powerful and arrogant:

"Where did this blind stray dog ​​come from?!"

"How dare you defy the Grand Duke Jupiter and bully the people of my Celestial Master's Mansion?!"

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The heavy rain gradually turned into a light drizzle.

Amidst splashing mud and water.

A dozen or so young Taoist priests dressed in the standard robes of the Celestial Master's Mansion swaggered out of the woods.

Leading the way was Zhang Zhiwei.

He just stood there in the rain.

His robe was completely covered in yellow mud at the hem, but he didn't care at all.

A pair of slender eyes swept over the mess on the ground, finally settling on Zhang Huaiyi, who was shoved into the mud and looked utterly disheveled.

"Big-eared thief."

Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow, a look of disdain on his lips:

"When you're up in the mountains stealing chickens and dogs, your short legs are faster than anyone else's."

"Why is it that once we got down the mountain, we were treated like turtles and beaten up in the mud?"

Zhang Huaiyi lay prone in the mud, listening to this merciless and venomous scolding, tears streaming down his face along with the rain.

Far from feeling ashamed, he crawled forward a couple of steps, grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's mud-covered leg, and howled with heart-wrenching pain:

"Senior Brother! You've finally arrived!"

"If you had arrived any later, you would have had to put me back in an urn tomorrow!"

"Eighth Brother...Eighth Brother was killed by these beasts! Second Brother is also dying!"

Upon hearing this...

Zhang Zhiwei's face, which had been somewhat teasing, instantly turned cold.

He stopped teasing Zhang Huaiyi, bent down, and like pulling up a radish, grabbed Zhang Huaiyi by the back of his collar with one hand and forcefully lifted him out of the mud.

"Stand up straight."

Zhang Zhiwei casually brushed a large clump of mud off Zhang Huaiyi's shoulder, his tone calm yet carrying a reassuring weight:

"Disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion, even if you die, you must die standing up. What kind of behavior is this, crying and wailing?"

He turned his head and waved behind him:

"Third brother, go check on second brother behind the tree. Two people, go to the altar and bring eighth brother back."

"Alright! Senior Brother!"

Behind.

In a few leaps, Tian Jinzhong darted behind the old pine tree.

He parted the banana leaves and looked at Zhang Tianyi, who was unconscious but protected by a layer of white light, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Eldest brother! Second brother is still breathing! There's something glowing in his chest that's suppressing the lightning!"

"As long as you're breathing, you won't die."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, and finally turned around to look directly at the group of Japanese soldiers who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

The veins on He Maoyi's hand, which was gripping the white bone staff, were bulging.

He stared at the group of Chinese Taoist priests who had suddenly appeared, especially Zhang Zhiwei, who was leading them, and his ominous premonition grew stronger.

"Are you Zhang Zhiwei?"

He Maoyi spoke coldly in broken Chinese:

"I've long heard that the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain has taken in several good disciples. What, are you planning to come here as a group to your deaths today?"

"Old man, who taught you Chinese? Your pronunciation is worse than the barking of the yellow dog at the village entrance."

Zhang Zhiwei rubbed his wrists and twisted his neck left and right a couple of times, making a crisp sound.

He didn't respond to He Maoyi's words at all. Instead, he pointed to the dozens of Japanese soldiers with guns around him and the few Onmyoji who were on high alert, and then turned to look at his fellow disciples.

"Hey guys, did you hear that?"

Zhang Zhiwei grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth:

"People say we're here to die."

"We came all this way in the rain, without even having a sip of hot water, and people are looking down on us like this."

"What do you think we should do to settle this?"

Behind him, his fellow disciples from the Celestial Master's Mansion rolled up their sleeves.

The sixth brother had a fiery temper. He picked up a sharp-edged brick from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and sneered:

"How do we level it? Senior Brother, is that even a question? Just demolish their shabby camp!"

Tian Jinzhong also emerged from behind the tree, rubbed his hands together, and a dazzling golden light covered his entire body.

"We'll do the same thing to those bastards who ganged up on Huaiyi!"

Looking at this group of Chinese Taoist priests who completely disregarded them.

He Maoyi was so angry that his face turned purple.

"Arrogant! You're simply courting death!"

He Mao slammed his staff heavily on the ground:

"Everyone, listen up! Open fire! Kill them all!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The Japanese soldiers opened fire simultaneously with their Type 38 rifles and light machine guns.

Bullets streaked across the rainy night, heading straight for Zhang Zhiwei and his men.

however.

Zhang Zhiwei has simply taken a big step forward.

A layer of viscous golden light burst forth from his body!

The golden light was so thick and heavy that it was like a wall of copper and iron.

"Ding-dong ding-dong!"

The bullets that were fired at Zhang Zhiwei's Golden Light Mantra didn't even create a ripple.

"That's all the strength you've got?"

Despite the hail of bullets, Zhang Zhiwei strode forward steadily and fiercely.

He glanced back at his fellow disciples:

"What are you waiting for? Let's do it. Are you going to keep them alive for the New Year?"