"Stop, stop..."
The Nine Chrysanthemum Magatsuhi Lord pleaded over and over, terrified beyond measure. Where was the arrogance and lofty disdain he had shown when he first appeared?
But as far as I was concerned, nothing he said now would help.
Who knew how many people the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect had harmed in China, or how much trouble they had caused?
Now that he had fallen into my hands, I would naturally slaughter him.
"Die!"
Before the word had even faded, I brought Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud down in a single slash.
He immediately raised both hands, instinctively trying to block.
Gravely wounded and on the verge of death, how could he possibly stop it?
With an explosive bang, the Nine Chrysanthemum Magatsuhi Lord fell silent. A human-shaped spectral flame appeared, then dissolved into black smoke.
An exceptionally pure stream of True Qi was rapidly drawn into my body on its own.
In an instant, I felt my dantian fill to the brim, surging with power and an extraordinary sense of comfort...
The few onmyoji who were not quite dead cried out and wailed at the sight, speaking in trembling voices:
"No! Our lord couldn't possibly be killed!"
"Impossible... our lord has been slain!"
"..."
Beside me, Mao Jing's gaze turned cold.
"Hmph! This so-called god of yours was nothing but an old ghost!"
With that, Mao Jing charged over to finish them off.
Aside from the large number killed by the lightning strike, the remaining onmyoji had already scattered and fled.
My eldest senior brother, second senior sister, and Zhang Yuchen had already pursued them into the nearby woods.
Screams kept ringing out among the trees...
Along with my eldest senior brother's curses and Zhang Yuchen's repeated cries of "Brother Judgment!"
I had wanted to chase them into the mountain