Big Senior Brother was tough and fearless.
The moment I said we should go straight to war, he charged out on the spot.
At that very moment, battle erupted. More than a hundred onmyoji immediately surrounded and attacked Big Senior Brother and the others.
Big Senior Brother's cultivation had now reached the mid-stage Spiritual Wisdom Realm.
His cultivation was even higher than mine. As he charged into the crowd, he let out a wild roar:
"Fuck you, you little Japanese bastards! Watch my Thunder Method!"
Crackle, crackle...
Black arcs of lightning danced, carrying terrifying power.
Several Japanese onmyoji surrounded him.
"Die!"
"Bastard!"
"..."
Their true energy surged as they launched a frenzied assault on Big Senior Brother.
But with such a vast gap in realms, how could these insignificant nobodies possibly be a match for him?
In the blink of an eye, four or five Japanese onmyoji had died beneath Big Senior Brother's sword.
Miserable cries of "Aah, aah, aah" rang out without end.
Blood splattered everywhere as lightning arcs crackled.
Senior Sister Diwu Wanxi followed close behind. The Ice Sword in her hand had condensed from frigid yin energy.
With a single thrust, a streak of icy sword light shot forth.
I knew just how powerful Senior Sister's sword qi had been when she lost control back then.
Now, an icy sword light surged forth, striking a fat onmyoji in the abdomen right before her.
With a bang, the fat man's stomach exploded on the spot. His whole body was blasted backward onto the ground, his intestines spilling out, yet he was not dead.
Blood flowed from his nose and mouth. His lips opened and closed, his face filled with terror and despair.
Dressed in a green robe and holding her Ice Sword, Senior Sister's sword qi swept in