The newcomer was none other than my Uncle Tang Lin.
Uncle wore a furious expression, utterly enraged.
His aura was powerful at this moment.
Murakami Fujii was sent flying back several meters by a punch before he could steady himself.
The moment Murakami Fujii regained his footing, he saw Uncle charging forward again:
"Fuck your mother, you dare touch my pup!"
As soon as the words left his lips, Uncle raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike.
In an instant, arcs of electricity flashed.
The crackling sound of current constantly resounded.
Uncle's entire right hand was alight with dancing electricity.
The surrounding seven to eight meters felt a tingling, numbing sensation from the electric charge.
Seeing this, it wasn't just Murakami Fujii who tensed up.
Even the spectators around the arena gasped in shock.
Murakami dared not delay and quickly employed the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect's incantation:
"Nine Chrysanthemum Art!"
The moment the words fell, a rune shield suddenly appeared before Murakami.
Upon it was a rune that resembled nine blooming chrysanthemums.
Uncle paid no mind to it and brought his palm down.
He roared:
"Five-Thunder Palm!"
Crack!
A burst of electric energy erupted.
Following that were five explosive sounds of electricity.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The sounds were immense, each accompanied by arcs of electricity and explosions.
It was countless times stronger than the Five-Thunder Palm previously demonstrated by Old Mo.
Many people in the surroundings jolted.
"So, so powerful the lightning technique!"
"This, this is Qin Ze's elder?"
"That's Senior Huxiao, he alone swept through Blackwater City!"
"Damn, that strong?"
"..."
Amidst the exclamations.
Murakami Fujii was sent flying back more than five meters.
His face was scorched, his left arm was electrocuted and bleeding.
However, Uncle showed no signs of stopping and was about to press his attack on Murakami Fujii.
But at this moment, True Master Cangsong suddenly appeared and blocked Uncle's path:
"Huxiao, stop!"
True Master Cangsong held considerable prestige.
When he was active among the younger generation, Uncle and his master had only just joined Master Granduncle's tutelage.
Upon seeing this, Uncle gave True Master Cangsong some face:
"Brother Cangsong, this scoundrel is dishonorable.
Today, I will cripple him."
Murakami Fujii, having recovered his senses, shook his arm:
"Baka, you attacked me sneakily!"
"Sneaking up on you is nothing, I wanted to chop you up."
Uncle responded with domineering authority.
"Huxiao, calm yourself first. Let this humble one handle it."
Having said that, True Master Cangsong also turned a cold face towards Murakami Fujii:
"Fellow Daoist Murakami, you attacked first.
You have violated the rules.
Your actions are quite shameful.
Now, please apologize immediately and make compensation.
Otherwise, even as the leader of the Daoist Alliance.
It will be difficult for me to guarantee your safe descent down the mountain today."
From True Master Cangsong's perspective.
Killing Murakami Fujii would be a simple matter.
With his cultivation, he could kill Murakami Fujii with one hand.
However, today he represented the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect, the foremost sect of the Eastern Seas.
If something were to happen to him on Wudang Mountain, if he were truly killed.
How would the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect react?
They would surely not dwell on the reasons, and would inevitably unleash their fury upon the Central Plains Daoist lineages.
It was possible that this could trigger a bloody conflict and private feuds between the two sides.
The overall strength of the Central Plains Daoist lineages surpassed that of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect, so they were not afraid.
But such meaningless combat was entirely unnecessary.
Moreover, they could not allow the situation to escalate because of a young junior.
As the leader, he had to consider the bigger picture.
Rather than immediate gains or losses...
The current enemies were the Underworld Cult, the Longevity Society, the Black Demon Cult, and even the local Amaterasu Alliance of the Eastern Seas.
However, Murakami Fujii still had to pay a price.
If he thought a simple "I'm sorry" would resolve the matter.
It would not quell the anger of the Daoist cultivators; he had to pay some price.
Therefore, compensation was added.
Murakami Fujii was not a fool.
Failing to kill this prodigy was already a miscalculation.
Now there was an uncle stepping up for me.
Uncle's lightning technique had already made him struggle to cope.
There were many people around him casting covetous glances.
In this situation, he had already incited the public's wrath.
If there were any further rash actions, the three of them from the Eastern Seas.
Might indeed not be able to leave the mountain, with their very bones and souls scattered.
Thinking of this, he suppressed his anger.
He then clasped his fists and said to the enraged Uncle:
"I was rash just now, sumimasen!"
After speaking, he bowed ninety degrees.
Uncle looked at him and let out a cold snort:
"Sumimasen your mother, you think a few words of your bird language can resolve this?
Is it that simple?
I won't bully you either.
Get on the stage, and in front of all fellow cultivators.
Apologize to my nephew three times.
Then strike yourself with a palm as a form of punishment.
Finally, leave your personal kunai as compensation."
Uncle's words caused Murakami's expression to change drastically.
Apologizing in front of all fellow cultivators was already embarrassing enough.
Striking himself with a palm was an even greater insult to him.
Finally, he had to leave his personal kunai.
That was a trampling of his dignity.
This made him extremely furious.
In the Eastern Seas, Onmyoji and Ninjutsu were almost integrated.
This kunai, in the traditional Ninjutsu of the Eastern Seas, was a personal weapon.
Now, it had gradually become a symbol, a spiritual sustenance.
Some even spoke of phrases like "Without him, he is gone."
To make him leave the kunai was a naked humiliation.
"You, you're going too far..."
Murakami felt immense shame and glared with wide, angry eyes.
Uncle remained impassive:
"Hmph, you don't want to?
Then why did you dare to sneak attack my pup?"
"He injured my disciple first!"
Murakami Fujii continued to argue evasively.
Uncle had a fiery temper, much more volatile than my master.
Coupled with the fact that he had been drinking, and in front of all fellow cultivators.
He started to curse loudly, like a common ruffian:
"First your ass!
Do you think I'm blind?
This kid already harbored killing intent towards Qin Ze, his every move was aimed at his life.
Fortunately, my nephew's strength was formidable.
Leaving him with his life was already his good fortune.
If you talk any more crap, get on the stage and fight me.
See if I don't beat your soul out of your body!
And have the three of you die right here on Wudang Mountain..."