My master's strike was heavy and powerful, with Mao Jing and me guarding his flanks.
The Huang Family had no chance to come up and save him.
As my master brought his sword down, the fat old man's ghost had only just poked its head out.
Seeing my master's sword descend, he screamed in terror:
"No..."
Too late. With a bang, the fat old man's body and the ghost that had only just revealed its head were shattered on the spot, his soul scattering to the winds.
"Fourth Brother!"
"Fourth Elder is dead..."
"..."
The Huang Family cried out in panic.
My master merely sneered.
"Next, it's your turn."
With that, he led us charging forward.
At the same time, we spotted two people being protected in the middle of the crowd.
One was a middle-aged man, and the other was the young man who had ambushed me earlier.
Both of them were Japanese.
And judging by their status, they were important figures.
Even though the Huang Family had been forced into such a passive position, they were still shielding the two men at the center.
My master charged forward fiercely, cutting down any Huang Family member he encountered with a single stroke.
No one could stop him anymore.
Of the dozen or so people, seven or eight were killed instantly beneath my master's assault.
Mao Jing and I followed behind, finishing them off and killing their souls.
Man or woman, as long as they fell into our hands, we showed no mercy. We went straight in with our swords...
Not only that, Daoist Qingshan was on the other side, where he cleaved the skinny old man to death with a sweep of his whisk.
That skinny old man had been the strongest among them. Now that he was dead