Foreign forces had always coveted our Central Plains.
To the south were the evil masters of the Great Vietnam Court; to the east was Japan's Nine Chrysanthemum Sect.
None of these onmyoji were any good...
Looking at the vicious spirits floating across the sky, the fox and yellow-furred demon beasts blocking the small courtyard entrance, and the eight Nine Chrysanthemum Sect onmyoji dressed in tight black clothing,
Master quietly said to me,
"Group Leader Sun may not be saved. Be ready to fight at any moment."
I nodded at Master's words.
With Master's temperament, there was no way he would compromise with these onmyoji.
Besides, these onmyoji had shown up in force and revealed their plan.
They intended to kill us all and create the illusion that Flying Dragon Hall and the fox and yellow-furred families had clashed...
Master's meaning was clear. Since we could not save him, we would not.
A great battle was on the verge of erupting.
"Release Group Leader Sun, or I'll make you die horribly in a moment."
Fourth Master He of Flying Dragon Hall spoke.
The forty or fifty "Ghost Immortals" of Flying Dragon Hall were also ready to fight at any moment.
Murano Mita, who held Group Leader Sun hostage, merely gave a cold laugh.
"Release him? How could I? Old Sun, I'm sorry!"
With that, she gripped her dagger and stabbed it toward Group Leader Sun's neck...
At that distance, none of us could save Group Leader Sun.
Even Master's Thunder-Shaking Technique might not have worked...
Everyone's heart tightened.
We had a feeling that Group Leader Sun was doomed.
Although Master had prepared for the worst, he still raised his hand and used the Thunder-Shaking Technique.
"Zhen Lei!"
With a crack, an arc of lightning shot out, but it merely grazed past