"Jingle!"
The khakkhara was raised high, then brought down. The metal rings collided, producing a crisp sound. Duanmu Huai gripped his weapon tightly and stared at the Seven Lords before him. They remained silent, not saying a word. In fact, they couldn't speak at all, because the seven figures looked exactly like dried corpses.
According to Amanatsu Teacher, the Seven Lords were souls that wandered the earth, unable to ascend to Heaven. They could only ascend after finding someone to take their place in death—well, that was no different from the river ghosts in China who looked for scapegoats.
That left only one thing to do.
"Ascending to Heaven is impossible."
Duanmu Huai stared at the Seven Lords before him and gave a cold laugh.
"I'll send you straight to Hell!"
As soon as he spoke, Duanmu Huai stomped on the ground. The next moment, everyone's vision blurred, and Duanmu Huai's figure appeared several dozen meters away, right in front of the Seven Lords. He brought his sword down at them!
"Clang!"
However, this unavoidable strike from Duanmu Huai was blocked!
The Seven Lords raised the seven khakkharas in their hands and blocked Duanmu Huai's attack, preventing him from taking another step.
"Oh? What's this? You can use the Seven-Star Sword Formation too? Are you from the Quanzhen Sect?"
Duanmu Huai casually teased them, then hurriedly retreated. Almost at the same moment, the seven khakkharas suddenly thrust toward him, howling through the air and smashing the ground apart!
"Good grief, are you the Eighteen Bronze Men from Shaolin Temple?"
Duanmu Huai tightened his grip on his longsword and narrowed his eyes as he stared at the Seven Lords again. By now, he had more or less figured out the rules of this world.
Clearly, the Warp Space of this world