American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Although Uncle Nine wasn't an orthodox Taoist, he was a Taoist of the Quanzhen School and possessed magical power.

The two Death Gods worked together, attacking his vital points with every strike, but Uncle Nine easily parried them.

The Zanpakuto was a weapon that acted upon the soul. Ordinary weapons couldn't collide with it, and ordinary people, even if they could see the Death Gods, couldn't mount an effective resistance. But Uncle Nine's Taoist magic was profound, and he wielded the rune-inscribed sword with considerable skill.

The two of them attacked together, but they couldn't subdue him for a while. Instead, Uncle Nine forced them to retreat repeatedly.

Seizing an opening, he suddenly shouted and threw the rune-inscribed sword. The sword exploded in the air, and the runes stuck themselves onto the Death Gods. A yellow magical net instantly formed, fixing them in place, and they couldn't even move a finger.

Having successfully landed a surprise attack, Uncle Nine didn't dare to delay. He hurriedly shouted, "You two bastards, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and carry your Senior Grand-Uncle and run!"

Wencai and Qiusheng were almost stunned. They had been following their master for so many years, but they had never seen him with such skills. He often performed rituals, exorcised ghosts, and did things like examining feng shui.

But the two of them didn't think much of it. However, to be able to fight two Death Gods with decent skills to a standstill, and even seize an opening to subdue them, with just a rune-inscribed sword, was a bit unbelievable. So their master was this powerful?

Hearing Uncle Nine's scolding, the two of them came back to their senses and hurriedly carried their Senior Grand-Uncle, hastily following behind Uncle Nine.

With a wave of his hand, a handful of runes were scattered. The yellow paper floated in the air, and several sparks flashed, instantly turning into ashes.

These ashes flashed and disappeared in the air, lightly falling on everyone. The smell on their bodies and the visual sense of difference were reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The incense ash can temporarily conceal the human scent on our bodies, which has a certain effect on ghosts, but these men in black may not necessarily be spirits, so the effect will be very limited. From now on, you two keep your mouths shut and don't make any noise along the way, or I'll break your legs!"

Uncle Nine scolded in a low voice, and Wencai and Qiusheng hurriedly covered their mouths, stiffly shaking their heads quickly.

He still had a big question in his mind: where did these strange guys come from? And who exactly was Qi Shan?

Just as Uncle Nine was discerning the direction, preparing to take his two disciples away from this place as soon as possible and return to the Yizhuang to discuss the matter further.

Two white and two black corpses suddenly fell from the sky.

His vision blurred, and Uncle Nine subconsciously looked down. Then his expression changed drastically. The four corpses lying on the ground were none other than four Black and White Impermanence Ghost Messengers.

As ghosts, they themselves had no breath. Yin messengers were a bit more advanced than ghosts. They had been granted authority by the Underworld, and their bodies were relatively solid, so their souls wouldn't dissipate.

They were engaged in the work of hooking souls and seizing spirits, and they themselves possessed considerable combat power. Even ordinary ghost messengers, even without much soul power, could easily crush ordinary wandering souls.

But they couldn't do anything about ghost king-level evil ghosts, but it wasn't easy for ghost kings to take down ghost messengers either.

But now, there were four ghost messengers on the verge of death lying in front of him, with only a few tiny wounds on their bodies.

They clearly hadn't even bled much, but they had already fallen into a deep coma, and their bodies were involuntarily shaking, as if the invading force was still wreaking havoc on their bodies.

A gust of breeze blew by, and a white figure suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

It was a slender figure with silver short hair and the clear number three on his haori, all carrying an unspeakable aura.

"Is there something urgent? We haven't finished our conversation yet, and you're leaving in such a hurry!"

Gin Ichimaru slowly turned around, his smile unchanged.

Uncle Nine asked vigilantly, "Fellow Taoist, our purpose is to clear away wandering souls and prevent them from wandering in the mortal realm. There is no fundamental conflict. Why must you hold onto my disciple?"

"Actually, I don't know. Originators, culprits, and the like, are all the same to me! I just cut down people I don't like, why bother with so much nonsense!"

Gin Ichimaru smiled and took out his short dagger again, gently drawing it out and pointing it in Uncle Nine's direction, saying, "But orders are orders. The Captain-Commander requires the capture of the culprit, so they must appear in the Penitence Palace. So I advise you not to make an enemy of us, and obediently hand over the two criminals!"

Qiusheng glanced at Gin Ichimaru's small dagger and laughed disdainfully, "You want to catch us with just this little knife? Are you drunk?

Master, you can watch over us from the side. Today, watch your two senior brothers beat this ungrateful bastard to a pulp..."

Before he could finish speaking, the tip of the knife pierced through his stomach, revealing a white tip behind him.

With a flash of white light, Gin Ichimaru's dagger returned to its original state, and Qiusheng stared blankly down, watching blood slowly seep from the knife wound in his abdomen.

Only then did Gin Ichimaru's voice gently drift over.

"Shoot to kill, Shinso!"

Uncle Nine's eyes widened, and he pushed Wencai towards Qiusheng. He then grabbed a handful of copper coins from his waist and forcefully condensed them into a copper coin sword, striding forward and charging up.

Wencai hugged Qiusheng and fell to the ground.

He stumbled, then reacted and quickly propped up Qiusheng, with his other hand tightly holding Senior Grand-Uncle, shouting, "Master, you must hold on, I'll bring the magic weapon to support you right away!"

"Support my ass, run quickly, go back to the Yizhuang and invite the Ancestral Master!"

Uncle Nine manipulated the copper coin sword, flying wildly in the air, attacking Gin Ichimaru like a flying sword.

Gin Ichimaru didn't panic, occasionally waving his little dagger to knock away the copper coin sword, tilting his head and watching with interest as Wencai staggered away, saying, "I really don't understand your thinking. If you do something wrong, you should be punished. Is that so hard to understand?

Just because he's your disciple, you can ignore his crime of disrupting the laws of heaven and earth?"

"The mistakes he made will naturally be punished by the Maoshan Sect, it's not up to outsiders to speak."

Uncle Nine said, barely managing to speak as he fully mobilized his magic power.

Gin Ichimaru chuckled, "That's not up to you!"