The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

Chapter 24 Zhang Yulei Loses Control

The golden pillar of light from Blood Moon Valley pierced the night sky over southern Jiangxi and became a beacon guiding the reinforcements.

At the end of the mountain path, two figures rushed towards them, accompanied by a strong gust of wind. They were Yun Youzi and Shui Qianliu. Behind them, disciples of Qingfeng Temple held peach wood swords, men of the Shui clan wielded water-splitting daggers, and boxers from the Hakka Martial Arts Association fought bare-handed. The hundreds of people marched in a mighty procession, crushing the rubble at the valley entrance, their shouts of battle echoing through the valley.

"Master Zhang! We're here to help you!" Yun Youzi flicked his whisk, and dozens of silver threads shot out, shredding the three Yin soldiers' souls that were rushing towards Zhang Zhiwei into black smoke. Shui Qianliu clapped his hands together, and torrents of water surged from his palms, forming a wall of water that sent the Yin-Yang Masters who tried to stop him staggering about.

Zhong Tiequan was even more ferocious. He was shirtless, his fists bulging with veins. With each punch, an Onmyoji was smashed to pieces and sent flying. "Japanese scum! I'll send you to hell!" His roar drowned out the Onmyoji's incantations.

The sudden arrival of reinforcements, like a sharp dagger, pierced through the Onmyoji's formation, instantly tearing a gap in the impenetrable encirclement. The Onmyoji, who had been frantically activating their formations, were thrown into disarray and forced to divert some of their forces to defend against the reinforcements' attack.

"Baka! Where did these Chinese come from?" Ghost Face looked at the swarming strange people, his face turning ashen. He never expected that the strongholds of Misty Ridge and Falling Wind Cliff would be breached, and he never expected that these strange people from the Central Plains would dare to follow him all the way to Blood Moon Valley.

He stomped his foot, and black energy surged around him. Simultaneously, the eight heads of the pseudo-Orochi rose, spewing out eight streams of black poisonous flames that swept towards the reinforcements. Wherever the flames passed, rocks melted, vegetation withered, and sizzled.

"Watch out! This poisonous flame is corrosive!" Yun Youzi shouted, waving his whisk to create a barrier of pure energy that barely blocked the attack of the poisonous flame. However, the barrier of pure energy quickly dimmed under the scorching heat of the poisonous flame.

Seeing this, Shui Qianliu immediately activated his water-based magic, and a massive water dragon shot into the sky, crashing into the poisonous flames. The collision of water and fire unleashed a burst of steam that enveloped the entire valley entrance.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, Zhang Zhiwei felt a sudden relief from the pressure. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the previously dim golden light blazed brightly once more. He knew that although reinforcements had arrived, the situation remained perilous. The Ghost Face's strength far exceeded his expectations, the pseudo-Orochi was even more troublesome, but what worried him most was Zhang Yulei behind him.

He turned around and saw Zhang Yulei surrounded by dozens of Onmyoji. The Onmyoji had formed a small trapping formation, their banners waving wildly as black chains coiled towards Zhang Yulei. Zhang Yulei held his sword, its blade flashing with light and arcs of lightning crackling around it; each strike could kill an Onmyoji, but the Onmyoji were fearless, charging forward wave after wave like moths to a flame.

"Junior brother! Hold on!" Zhang Zhiwei shouted, and was about to rush over to help, but was blocked by the ghost mask.

"Zhang Zhiwei, your opponent is me!" Ghost Face sneered, and with a sudden swing of the ghost head token in his hand, a huge ghost claw reached out to grab Zhang Zhiwei. The ghost claw was covered with sharp barbs and exuded a chilling evil aura.

Left with no other choice, Zhang Zhiwei turned to face the attack. The golden folding fan clashed with the black ghost claw, producing a deafening roar. The two instantly became entangled in battle, their golden light and black energy intertwining, making it difficult to gain the upper hand.

The battle in the valley grew increasingly fierce.

A young disciple of Qingfeng Temple, while covering his fellow disciples, was ambushed by a shikigami of an Onmyoji. A sharp claw pierced his chest, blood gushing out, and he slowly collapsed to the ground. A man from the Shui clan was struck by the venomous flames of a fake Yamata no Orochi; half his body was instantly corroded, and he let out a piercing scream. The Hakka Martial Arts Association's boxers, though fierce and brave, gradually lost ground against the Onmyoji who possessed magical abilities, and many fell.

Blood stained the valley floor, and screams, roars, and curses mingled together, creating a tragic battle song.

Zhang Yulei witnessed all of this.

Looking at his allies who had fallen while protecting the common people, at their unseeing eyes, at the sinister smiles on the faces of the Japanese Onmyoji, an uncontrollable rage surged from the depths of his heart.

His eyes began to turn bloodshot. His internal energy surged uncontrollably, rising and falling wildly. Only one thought remained in his mind—kill! Kill all the Japanese scum!

"ah--!"

A deafening roar erupted from Zhang Yulei's mouth.

The roar was like a thunderclap, causing the eardrums of the surrounding Onmyoji to rupture and spit out blood. The lightning around him instantly became violent, and the golden arcs of lightning were no longer purely offensive, but carried a destructive power, spreading in all directions.

The supermale syndrome has fully manifested!

At this moment, Zhang Yulei was like a madman returned from hell. His reason was consumed by rage. In his eyes, there was only killing.

He swung his sword wildly. Wherever the sword flashed, whether it was a Japanese Onmyoji or a Central Plains hermit trying to approach him, they were all slain with a single strike. A disciple of Qingfeng Temple tried to warn him, but was instead pierced through the chest by his sword. The disciple's eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment as he slowly collapsed.

"Junior brother! What are you doing?!" Yun Youzi roared angrily upon seeing this.

But Zhang Yulei seemed not to hear him, continuing his frenzied slaughter. His dark-colored outfit was stained dark red with blood. His body was covered in wounds, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing his charge.

"Oh no! Uncle Zhang has lost control!" a disciple of Qingfeng Temple exclaimed.

Shui Qianliu tried to stop him, but was struck by a violent arc of lightning, flying backward and spitting out blood. Seeing this, Zhong Tiequan roared and charged towards Zhang Yulei, but Zhang Yulei struck his fist with a sword, shattering his fist bone, and he flew backward with a scream.

The entire battlefield became even more chaotic due to Zhang Yulei's loss of control.

The Japanese Onmyoji, seeing Zhang Yulei's indiscriminate slaughter, all wore gloating smiles. They began to retreat, leaving the battlefield to Zhang Yulei, hoping to reap the benefits.

Zhang Zhiwei was currently being tightly entangled by the Ghost Mask.

He watched Zhang Yulei, who had gone out of control, relentlessly slaughtering his own men, and his heart ached as if it were being torn apart. He wanted to rush over and stop him, but the masked man's attacks came like a raging storm, leaving him no way to escape.

"Zhang Zhiwei, look at your good junior brother!" Ghost Face's laughter was full of sarcasm. "He's a mad dog now! He'll not only bite us to death, but he'll bite you all to death too! Hahaha!"

Zhang Zhiwei's face grew increasingly pale. His attacks became even more ferocious, and cracks even appeared on the golden folding fan. However, Ghost Face's strength far exceeded his expectations, and the two remained evenly matched.

"Junior brother... wake up..." Zhang Zhiwei's voice was choked with sobs, but it was drowned out by the sounds of fighting on the battlefield.

Inside the valley, Zhang Yulei continued his frenzied slaughter. His surroundings were piled high with corpses—some Japanese Onmyoji, others Central Plains supernatural beings. His eyes were bloodshot, and the murderous aura emanating from him was incredibly intense.

Yun Youzi and Shui Qianliu watched this scene with despair in their eyes. They wanted to stop it, but they were powerless to do so.

Ghost Face, watching all this, a smug glint in his eyes. He abruptly channeled his inner energy into the Ghost Head Token. The black light barrier intensified once more. Countless ghostly soldiers and spirits surged forth from the light barrier, rushing towards the Central Plains aliens in the valley.

The situation is completely out of control!

Night fell in Blood Moon Valley, growing even darker. Crimson miasma, like a giant net, enveloped the entire valley.

Looking at everything before him, Zhang Zhiwei felt a surge of powerlessness. He knew that if things continued like this, not only would Zhang Yulei completely descend into madness, but the entire Central Plains supernatural reinforcement army would be wiped out.

He took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He suddenly circulated the Qi within his body to its maximum. The golden folding fan instantly burst forth with dazzling light.

"Ghost Face! Today, I will perish together with you!"

A furious roar echoed throughout Blood Moon Valley!