Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Medicinal spirits leaped out one after another. Some brandished bamboo poles as they descended from the sky; some dragged wooden slats along the ground as they slowly approached; others faced away from Wang Quan and advanced backward, step by step.
"Human, do you truly think our weapons lack an edge?"
These medicinal spirits were short, but their presence was imposing.
They waved blades and brandished clubs, brimming with courage.
Furious, Wang Quan crouched and barked, "You dare bristle at me?"
One medicinal spirit sneered. "We've lived so long we could easily be your ancestors."
"So what if we bristle at you? We even want to blow up that little heart of yours."
"Right, blow up his little heart, then make him beg us to heal him."
"Then we'll make him kneel and kowtow."
"And make him clear out a palace for us to use as our royal palace."
"Better yet, find us a few princess consorts to have fun with!"
The medicinal spirits jabbered away, fearing neither heaven nor earth.
Wang Quan rubbed his hands together, and bolts of lightning fire tumbled down.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The lightning fire exploded, blasting the medicinal spirits every which way through the air, tearing off arms and legs.
Yet these medicinal spirits were extraordinary. Before they even landed, their injuries had healed.
Jabbering, they charged at him with weapons in hand.
Though their weapons were only wooden slats and sticks, their moves and routines were ferocious.
Some of the cleverer medicinal spirits rode on the others' necks, clutching still more medicinal spirits as shields as they charged like heavy cavalry.
Wang Quan waved his hand and hurled out more lightning fire, blasting the medicinal spirits into utter disarray once again.
One medicinal spirit landed. "Human, if you've got the guts,