Afraid?
Of course he was, but more than that, he worried about what would happen to the people in the village after he died.
As for fear making him want to flee alone, such a possibility had never even crossed Uncle Nine's mind.
Anyone who abandoned the people and gave up eradicating demons because of fear was unworthy of being called a taoist, and had betrayed Maoshan's teachings.
In his eyes, dying at the hands of demons while protecting the people was the greatest honor for a taoist who exorcised demons and upheld the righteous path!
Even if his soul returned to the Underworld after death and he met Maoshan's seniors and patriarchs, he could respectfully say, "This disciple has not failed Maoshan, nor has he failed the people."
"It seems the Child of Luck in this world is only this capable."
"Possessing such strength when this world is nearing the Age of Dharma Decline is indeed impressive, but he is too weak. Truly, far too weak."
"So weak that I have no interest in fighting him at all."
High in the sky, upon a throne forged from dry bones and entwined with netherworldly aura, a handsome, eerily enchanting figure looked down upon Uncle Nine's battle below. A trace of boredom showed in his ruby-like, pure, translucent eyes.
"Although he is too weak to interest me in battle, this Child of Luck seems somewhat familiar."
"I seem to recall information about him from that fellow's memories... Forget it. He was merely a worthless fool with a weak soul and decent luck. Yet at the moment of death, he actually gained the favor of a [Rule-Level Item] and had his soul transmigrate into the Demon World."
"If I had not crushed and devoured him in the struggle between our souls, he