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

"on!"

The Taoist priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion charged out like a herd of wild horses, howling and roaring.

Seeing this scene, He Maoyi gritted his teeth in anger.

He originally thought that cultivators in China all valued the demeanor of a master, and that they would at least introduce themselves before a fight and engage in a one-on-one duel.

But what about these people?!

It started with a group fight!

Completely haphazard!

"Form ranks! Use the Great Yin-Yang Technique to block them!"

He Mao let out a roar and formed a hand seal.

The other three great Onmyoji immediately cooperated, preparing to summon the strongest guardian shikigami.

However, Zhang Zhiwei didn't give them a chance to read the message aloud.

"You're posing for a fight here? Do you think this is some kind of theatrical performance?"

Zhang Zhiwei stomped his foot, creating a large hole in the muddy ground.

He was like a golden cannonball, instantly covering a distance of more than ten meters and appearing directly in front of He Maoyi!

"what?!"

He Mao's pupils contracted; he had only formed half of the magic seal.

"Take this slap!"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his palm, which was covered in golden light and bigger than a clay pot, and slapped it hard down onto He Maoyi's wrinkled old face!

"Snapped!!!"

The sound of that slap was so loud it sent shivers down one's spine.

He Mao and his staff were spun around two and a half times in mid-air by the blow.

A mouthful of broken teeth mixed with blood spurted out.

It crashed heavily into the muddy pit in the distance.

"Master!"

Abe Mudo, who was standing next to him with a flat nose, was shocked.

He was just about to manipulate the black hair on the ground to launch a sneak attack on Zhang Zhiwei.

"Where are you looking, you old dog in red? I'm your opponent!"

Tian Jinzhong had already slid in with a low tackle.

He delivered a powerful shoulder strike, his shoulder, enveloped in the Golden Light Mantra, slamming solidly into Abe's chest.

"Crack!"

The sound of the ribs breaking was clearly audible.

Abe screamed in pain as he was sent flying by the impact.

Before he even landed.

The sixth brother had already leaped high into the air, holding the brick in his hand, and slammed it down on his forehead!

"Lie down!"

"boom!"

The bricks shattered.

Abe Mudo's eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted, a large bump visibly bulging on his head.

"You...you have no martial ethics!"

The remaining two Grand Onmyoji were completely stunned by this rogue-like fighting style.

They backed away, protesting at the top of their lungs:

"Don't you Chinese people value one-on-one duels?! How can so many of you fight one person?!"

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"A one-on-one fight?"

Zhang Zhiwei stomped on the back of the Japanese squad leader who was trying to get up, breaking his bones and tendons.

He turned his head, looked at the two great Onmyoji, and sneered:

"When you tied our eighth son to the pillar and bled him out, did you never think of a one-on-one fight?"

"When you were spraying bullets at my two junior brothers with dozens of guns, did you never think of a one-on-one fight?"

Zhang Zhiwei flicked the water droplets off his wrist, his eyes chillingly cold:

"What's the point of talking about martial ethics when dealing with a bunch of beasts who break into other people's homes to rob them!"

"Fellow disciples, hack away at them! If you can kick them, don't use your hands; if you can smash them with bricks, don't waste your true energy!"

"Alright, Senior Brother!"

The entire battlefield turned into a one-sided beating.

The young Taoist priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion are usually bound by rules and regulations on the mountain.

Now that he's come down the mountain and seen Song Yuntao's miserable state, he can no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

They don't use any advanced lightning magic at all.

It's the purest and most violent hand-to-hand combat using the Golden Light Mantra!

You summoned a shikigami?

I'll slap you so hard you'll break the pre-animation!

Are you chanting a spell?

I'll shove a brick into your mouth!

Kamoichi, who had been slapped away, finally managed to climb out of the mud pit.

He was disheveled, his bone staff was broken, and he looked like a madman.

"I'll fight you to the death! With my blood, Orochi..."

He had just raised his hand, preparing to use the forbidden technique.

"Snapped!"

A large foot kicked him directly in the stomach.

Zhang Zhiwei appeared before him like a ghost.

"Fight? What are you going to fight with?"

Zhang Zhiwei grabbed He Maoyi by the collar and lifted the old man into the air.

He looked at He Maoyi's terrified old face, and a smirk appeared on his lips:

"Don't you like setting up formations? Don't you like draining people's life force?"

"Today, I'll show you what true despair is."

On Zhang Zhiwei's right hand, a blinding white lightning bolt instantly took shape.

Yang Wu Lei!

Without hesitation, he pressed the ball of lightning directly onto He Maoyi's head!

"boom!!!"

The lightning struck his body, severing all of the old man's meridians.

"Ughhhhh!"

He Mao let out a desperate scream.

In the rain.

Zhang Huaiyi squatted under the old pine tree.

He looked at the group of his fellow disciples who were as fierce as wolves in front of him, and at the Japanese Onmyoji who was being relentlessly rubbed into the ground by Zhang Zhiwei.

He wiped his face, which was covered in tears and mud, and finally a big smile appeared on his lips.

"hey-hey……"

Zhang Huaiyi leaned against the tree trunk and glanced at Zhang Tianyi, who was still fast asleep beside him.

"Second Brother, did you hear that?"

"The senior brothers have arrived."

"We...don't have to die."

Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing stood at a distance, sword in hand, quietly watching this scene.

I watched it for a very long time...

……

The main hall of the underwater palace.

With Zhang Huaiyi's murmur.

Above the main hall, there was the Yata no Kagami, which constantly emitted an eerie, blood-red light.

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

A tiny crack appeared on the surface of the mirror.

The cage of despair that had originally trapped Zhang Tianyi was now completely imprisoned.

Because of this "altered" memory.