I set down the Black Umbrella and looked ahead.
Only then did I realize that the road ahead had already been blocked.
The Sai King we had encountered at the Abyssal Moon Soul Shrine, along with several elderly onmyoji—seven or eight of them—had long since cut off our path.
The Sai King had straight-cut bangs and a gloomy, cold complexion.
She still held a Japanese ritual staff resembling a mourning rod and wore a long azure robe.
The elderly onmyoji beside her all held Japanese longswords of varying lengths, watching us coldly.
"Sai King!"
I stopped in my tracks and cried out instinctively.
Holding her mourning-rod staff, the Sai King spoke in stiff Chinese:
"Chinese Daoist, hand over the Eight-Foot Jade Magatama, or all of you will have your souls scattered."
"Hmph! Now that it's in my hands, how could I possibly hand it over? Keep dreaming!"
"Baka! You will die without a burial place!"
"..."
The moment her words fell, she waved her staff, and the seven or eight elderly onmyoji around her charged in.
"Baka!"
"You will pay the price!"
"The gods' hatred must be repaid!"
"..."
Amid their shrill, babbling shouts, the eight of them struck in an instant.
Every one of them was powerful, having reached the early Vitality Soul Realm. Some were even nearly as strong as I was.
It could be said that these were essentially Japan's strongest combat forces.
Since they had blocked our path, I would make sure every last one of them died here.
"Perfect timing. Then all of you can die here!"
As I spoke, I raised Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud and charged into battle.
Brother Wang, Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister, and the others charged out as well.
"Take them down!"
"Don't think we're made of water!"
"We'll show