As the Yang energy emerged, the samurai sword in the voodoo master’s hand began to hum again.
Moments ago, it had thrummed with the arrogance of a wolf flaunting its might.
Now, its buzzing sounded more like fear.
The voodoo master clearly noticed something was off, but he refused to accept it.
“What’s going on? This is a divine weapon bestowed by Lord Evil King! How could it feel fear?”
Defiant, madness flashed across his face. He raised the samurai sword high and charged at Xu Fei once more.
This time, Xu Fei didn’t retreat. His Yang energy had been gathering strength, primed and waiting.
As the voodoo master rushed forward, the Yang energy erupted, unfurling in mid-air into a form Xu Fei knew well—a golden mask.
“This… isn’t that the same golden mask from last time?”
Xu Fei figured that whenever his Yang energy took physical form in the future, it’d probably look like this golden mask.
Familiar as it was, the mask wasted no time showing its power.
It took a deep breath, swelling massively, then chomped down, devouring half the ghost face clinging to the voodoo master.
The blow was devastating. The voodoo master spat blood, and the blood-red hue of his samurai sword faded significantly.
Now, faint traces of rust speckled it, making it look like a blade left to rot for ages.
*Thud!*
Crippled by the strike, the voodoo master collapsed, his sword flying from his grip.
Then, to his horror, he saw the samurai sword wobble and rise into the air, drifting toward some distant point in the mountains.
“No… where are you going? You can’t leave me! I still need to take you to Lord Evil King…”
Terrified at the sight of the sword abandoning him, the voodoo master shouted desperately.
To his surprise, the sword actually paused.
Xu Fei wasn’t shocked. If his own Yang energy could develop sentience, it made sense a so-called divine weapon might have its own will too.
But what Xu Fei didn’t expect was why the sword had stopped—it wasn’t because of the voodoo master’s pleas.
“You’ve finally stopped. Trust me, as long as I…”
The voodoo master, overjoyed that the sword had halted, started to speak, but his words were cut short.
The sword suddenly spun, accelerating, and pierced straight through his chest!
It moved so fast that even Xu Fei barely had time to react.
“Pfft!”
Another gush of blood sprayed out, and the voodoo master’s aura weakened drastically.
Clutching the blade with trembling hands, he stammered, “Why… why did it come to this?”
