Qing Huo's power had grown so strong that it squashed any thoughts of struggle among this group of minor Japanese Onmyoji.
After all, the recent death of a Yin Yang Spirit Venerate had struck them like a bolt from the blue.
It was only now that they truly realized the vast gap between themselves and this alien practitioner.
For the opponent, killing them seemed easier than crushing an ant.
The Japanese were notoriously known for bullying the weak and fearing the strong; in this situation, they had no choice but to submit.
Watching the group of Japanese Onmyoji obediently comply, Qing Huo nodded in satisfaction.
They were sensible after all, he had thought these natives might have some backbone, but it turned out to be simpler than he expected; just a little scare and they were all subservient.
Qing Huo didn't expect these primitive fools to actually kill the Heavenly Master of Dragon Country, but at the very least, they should be able to buy him some time.
