Dark Wind and Murderous Night

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(Second update)

The night sky was a bright and quiet river, and a fine wind came for a thousand miles.

An exiled immortal at the water palace chanted in clear songs with white teeth.

The heavy rain gradually ceased, and raindrops like a beaded curtain slid down along the tilted angle of the bamboo hat. Yang Ming lowered his head to look at the Spirit King trampled beneath his feet, intending to pierce the man's heart with a single sword.

However, at the very next moment, a sudden change occurred!

Bubbles rose in the puddles accumulated on the bluestone floor, and the rainwater abruptly gathered together, forming water snakes the thickness of water buckets. With snake heads, bodies, tails, and fingernail-wide snake scales, they were sculpted in a lifelike manner.

Dozens of water snakes opened their jaws to the extreme as if boneless, revealing inverted-triangle sharp fangs. Their tails whipped viciously, and amidst splashing spray, they darted forward with the fierce momentum of wolves and wild boars.

"Hmph?"

Yang Ming's gaze condensed. Through the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, he could see that a great deal of soul power had been injected into these water snakes. Taken individually, the strength of any single water snake was not inferior to that of an ordinary Spirit Master at all.

Sensing that someone was coming to his aid, the Spirit Hall deacon disguised as a grocery store owner beneath Yang Ming's feet angrily and anxiously swung his arm. The feathers growing under his armpits stood on end one by one, and the Millennium Soul Ring on his body circulated with a gloomy purple glow.

The next instant, the feathers detached from beneath his armpits, transforming into sharp hidden weapons that assaulted the face of Yang Ming's Demon Mask!

Clearly, as a Spirit King, being subjected