The descendant of ghost gods charged forward on his crutches, but he heard no footsteps behind him, no sound of anyone following.
At that moment, desolation filled his heart. "Why won't everyone resist?"
"Even with my crippled body, I'm resisting. They have all four limbs, so why don't they dare resist?"
"They're weak. They're cowardly."
"Then let my blood wash away their cowardice and forge a spirit of resistance for them!"
At that moment, as though he had made some kind of resolve, the crutch-wielding descendant of ghost gods raced toward the shocked and furious servants without looking back.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
These servants had all forgotten how to fight.
In their terror, they flung out calling cards.
The calling cards burned, and phantoms of their masters appeared, radiating imposing might that suppressed everything.
[Kneel] [Kneel] [Kneel]
Furious roars swept in from every direction.
The crutch-wielding descendant of ghost gods threw back his head and bellowed, "I won't kneel!"
Just then, he heard knees striking the ground behind him.
He knew his companions had knelt.
"Don't kneel!"
"Stand up... ah!"
But cowardly sobs came from behind him. "We can't withstand this pressure!"
"We'll be fine if we kneel!"
"We... ah... Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter, why are you gouging out our kneecaps?"
"Why are you splitting open the backs of our heads?"
"Huh? How did I stand up? Crutches, come!"
"Kill!"
"A pack of dogs, daring to make me kneel? Did you really think I had no bone of rebellion in the back of my head?"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Wang Quan darted through the crowd, lifting their skullcaps and implanting kneecaps.
Those kneecaps were hard and white, and once placed in the backs of their heads, they were brimming with backbone.
"Crutches, come!"
"Crutches, come!"
"Crutches, come!"
With each cry of "Crutches,