Lin Hao's words, along with the twelve flying swords bobbing at his side,
made Shōri's pupils contract. Lightning had just paralyzed his saintly body, pinning him in place for a moment while he recovered.
The details of Lin Hao's battles had never been made public, so Shōri knew little about them.
Since Lin Hao had killed Suzuki before, Shōri had subconsciously assumed that he used martial arts.
But now, a few lightning strikes had thoroughly jolted him awake!
Daoist arts!
"The legacy of the Dragon-Tiger Holy Land!"
Shōri recalled information passed down in the records, including considerable intelligence on the Dragon-Tiger Holy Land in the Central Plains.
Even before the Heaven and Earth Upheaval, Japan had plotted to steal the Dragon-Tiger Holy Land's legacy, and had developed some onmyōdō from its Daoist arts.
So he knew that lightning arts were the Dragon-Tiger Holy Land's specialty!
"Correct-"
The next instant, with a slight shift of Lin Hao's fingers, the twelve flying swords swarmed forward, smashing through sonic barriers!
Eight were Lin Hao's own Saintly Weapons. The other four had yet to be fully forged and shaped, so he was temporarily using four enchanted Dharma Treasures restored at the Dragon-Tiger Holy Land.
Those four Dharma Treasures from Ghost Immortals were not heavy weapons perfectly suited to him, but each had its own distinctive features.
Hum-
Shōri's Dharma form swung its tachi, intercepting the first sword hurtling through the air.
Yet that single strike sent his entire Dharma form sliding backward at high speed.
It tore up all the stone steps beneath it, sending dust exploding along its path.
"Impossible!"
Seeing the obvious notch in his Dharma form's tachi, Shōri's heart sank completely.
Just one blow had damaged his Dharma form's weapon!
As the remaining flying swords attacked, Shōri understood that things would