One person: Orochi, starting with Feng Baobao's Eight Heroes.

One was the ancient and heavy bronze sword light, carrying an aura of majesty that suppressed everything.

One of them was a sharp and powerful modern sword light, which contained a perfect combination of technology and Qi.

The last beam was pure lightning, like divine punishment descending upon the world.

Three swords arrived simultaneously, aimed directly at Shuten-dōji's brow!

The flaming greatsword slashed through the sky, its scorching sword energy distorting and warping the air within a ten-foot radius.

Liu Kunsheng manipulated Liao Huzi's body to retreat rapidly; the borrowed body was already covered with charred marks.

"Old Liu, can you hold on?"

Liao Huzi's voice echoed from the depths of his consciousness, carrying a suppressed pain.

Liu Kunsheng's soul trembled violently within the host body, yet he still managed to respond with great effort.

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"Stop talking nonsense! Concentrate, this guy's flames can burn your soul!"

Shuten-dōji strode forward with a sinister grin, leaving burning footprints on the bluestone ground with each step.

He raised his flaming greatsword high once more, the crimson runes on its blade glowing with an eerie light.

"You dare to show off your mere trick of resurrection in front of me, sir?"

Shuten-dōji laughed wildly as he swung his sword.

"Let me burn your soul to ashes!"

... .. ...

The blazing flames spread in a fan shape. Liu Kunsheng manipulated Liao Huzi's body to dodge rapidly, but he was still hit by the aftershocks.

The host's left arm instantly carbonized, and Liao Huzi let out a heart-wrenching scream from the depths of his consciousness.

"No...this body has reached its limit..."

Liu Kunsheng felt his soul becoming unstable, and Shuten-dōji was closing in again.

In the distance, the head of the Gao family, along with several experts, was about to provide support when they were blocked by a suddenly appearing yellow gourd.

Those gourds floated in mid-air, spewing out thick yellow mist that made one feel weak and sore all over upon touching them.

"Damn it! It's bone-corroding poison mist!"

The head of the Gao family hurriedly held his breath and retreated.

"Everyone be careful, don't inhale this mist!"

On the other side, Guan Shihua saw her master in danger and broke free from her companions to rush forward.

A withered, bony hand gripped her wrist tightly.

"Wang Ai! Let me go!"

Guan Shihua glared angrily.

"Master is in danger!"

Wang Ai's wrinkled old face was as gloomy as a spitting flame.

Chapter 268 Healing Begins

"Girl, you're just going to your death! Even Liu Kunsheng himself couldn't hold on, what can you do?"

"We can't just stand by and watch—"

Guan Shihua's words were interrupted by a gunshot. Wu Gengsheng had somehow circled around to the flank, his Mauser pistol spitting fire continuously.

The specially designed bullet tore through the air and struck Shuten-dōji precisely in the back.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three bullets struck the target in a triangular pattern, tearing three gaps in the protective demonic energy surrounding Shuten-dōji.

Dark red demonic energy gushed from the wound, but it began to heal in an instant.

"June 23rd" "Interesting!"

Shuten-dōji temporarily abandoned his pursuit of Liu Kunsheng and turned to face Wugensheng.

"How dare a mortal harm me, this great man?"

Wu Gensheng changed the magazine with a blank expression, his voice eerily calm.

"It's just a warm-up."

Shuten-dōji let out a wild laugh, then suddenly opened his blood-red maw and spewed out a wave of blood and fire.

The flames contained countless twisted, vengeful faces, and wherever they passed, even the stones were corroded into honeycomb-like holes.

Wu Gensheng retreated rapidly while continuing to fire.

Each bullet accurately struck the vengeful spirit within the flames, temporarily slowing the advance of the fire wave.

Just then, a boulder the size of a millstone came flying through the air and crashed heavily onto Shuten-dōji's head.

Amidst the flying debris, Lu Jin's figure appeared on the broken wall not far away.

"Lao Lu!"

A glint of light flashed in Wugensheng's eyes as he seized the fleeting opportunity and lunged forward.

The dagger was drawn, its cold light aimed straight for the vital spot on Shuten-dōji's neck.

The dagger was covered with demon-suppressing runes and lit up with a bright blue light the moment it was thrust out.

"Successful!"

Just as Wugensheng had this thought in his mind, he saw Shuten-dōji's lips suddenly curl into a strange arc.

"too slow!"

Shuten-dōji's fist, though delayed, struck first, carrying a violent demonic aura as it slammed into Wugensheng's chest.

Wugensheng was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Old Wu!"

Lu Jin was shocked and quickly jumped up to catch Wu Gensheng.

The two rolled several feet on the ground before stopping.

Wugensheng endured the excruciating pain and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"This guy... is more troublesome than I expected..."

Shuten-dōji twisted his neck, making a sickening cracking sound.

"The game is over."

Before he finished speaking, his massive body had already charged forward, leaving deep craters in the ground.

Lu Jin helped Wugensheng retreat rapidly, only to find that their retreat route was blocked by blood and fire.

"That way!"

Wugensheng pointed in the direction of the Eight Banners army formation.

"Use those ghost soldiers to hold him off!"

The two charged into the army formation, with Shuten-dōji close behind.

Sensing the presence of living beings, the ghostly soldiers raised their rusty weapons to attack, but were turned to ashes with a casual wave of Shuten-dōji's hand.

"Ants!"

Shuten-dōji opened his mouth and spewed out flames, instantly vaporizing dozens of Yin soldiers in front of him.

Wu Gensheng and Lu Jin weaved through the army formation, barely managing to maneuver with the help of the complex terrain and the ever-increasing number of Yin soldiers.

But Shuten-dōji's fiery breath drew ever closer, almost scorching their backs several times...

"This can't go on..."

Lu Jin was panting heavily.

We need to think of a way...

Wugensheng suddenly stopped and took out a crumpled talisman from his pocket.

"Gamble!"

He stuck the talisman on Lu Jin's back, then turned to face the pursuing Shuten-dōji.

The pistol fired again, this time the bullets were wreathed in an eerie black aura.

Shuten-dōji casually flicked away the bullet and grinned maliciously.

"sucker Punch!"

Just as he was about to launch his final attack, Lu Jin suddenly rushed out from the side, several times faster than before.

It turned out that the talisman was a rare "speed talisman," which could greatly increase speed in a short period of time.

Lu Jin punched Shuten-dōji in the ribs, right where the bullet had torn open earlier.

Shuten-dōji roared in pain and swung his palm at Lu Jin, but was interrupted by a bullet fired from the other side by Wugensheng.

"You are seeking death!"

Enraged, Shuten-dōji's demonic energy surged, forming a blood-red shockwave that spread outwards.

Wu Gensheng and Lu Jin were blasted away and crashed heavily to the ground.

Shuten-dōji strode over, raising his flaming greatsword high.

"I'll start by targeting you!"

At this critical moment, the Zhenwu Emperor's Demon-Subduing Altar, presided over by Zhang Shoucheng in the distance, suddenly trembled violently.

The old man's expression changed drastically.

"Oh no! The sword talisman has lost contact!"

At the same time, Liu Kunsheng finally couldn't hold on any longer. He manipulated Liao Huzi's mangled body to create a gust of cold wind, which carried Guan Shihua away from the battlefield.

Chapter 269 The Greatsword of the East Wind

"Master!"

The stachys struggled in the wind.

"We can't abandon them!"

Liu Kunsheng's voice was extremely weak.

"Girl... if we don't leave now, we'll all die..."

Upon seeing this, Wang Ai launched into a tirade of curses.

"Liu Kunsheng! You shameless old scoundrel!"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Wugensheng and Lu Jin scrambled to their feet and ran wildly toward the center of the Qi formation.

Shuten-dōji quickly noticed their movements and roared as he gave chase.

"Run to the altar!"

Wugensheng shouted.

"There might be a turning point there!"

Shuten-dōji leaped into the air, his flaming greatsword slashing down with destructive force.

"Where to run!"

06 Just as the sword was about to touch their backs, a blazing silver light streaked across the sky.

An ordinary-looking peach wood sword struck Shuten-dōji's forehead precisely, and the lightning crackling around the sword instantly erupted.

"Boom!"