"Summoning Incantation! You sure have a lot of tricks up your sleeve."
The Yamata no Orochi was somewhat surprised, not expecting Longhu Mountain to have such good inheritances.
This kid might just be a divine prodigy, perhaps even a Heavenly Master successor from Longhu Mountain.
If it could take a young Heavenly Master as a servant, that would be an incredibly prestigious matter.
Of course, the Longhu Mountain here was the genuine, orthodox Daoist Longhu Mountain, not some knock-off from the Immortal Spirit Realm.
The Yamata no Orochi watched Zhang Ye perform the ritual, sneering repeatedly, "Stop fooling around. You probably know some truths. China's gods sought their own demise, insisting on conquering the darkness, and in the end, they all perished. Nowadays, let alone summoning a Heavenly Master, you can't even summon an immortal. Stop making futile struggles. A person who knows when to yield and when to advance can live longer, understand?"
If it weren't for the certainty that there were no tigers in the mountains, a reptile like itself wouldn't dare to come here.
Now, the Yamata no Orochi was convinced that China had no more god-level existences, hence its fearlessness and incredibly arrogant demeanor.
"You, a cowardly rat, are not fit to speak of my China's gods. Our ancient sages possessed immense divine abilities; there will always be survivors. If a great god returns, slaying a deformed, scabby snake like you will be as simple as crushing a stink bug."
Zhang Ye's eyes were resolute, refusing to yield, full of spirit.
He continued to chant the Summoning Incantation, coughing up blood, over and over.
However, his summoning was in vain; he received no response, not even a bit of help.
The Yamata no Orochi's smile grew wider, "Continue. If you can't summon the Old Heavenly Master, perhaps you can try summoning a minor deity."
Zhang Ye's face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth, interrupted the Summoning Incantation, and cast the Golden Light Incantation again. Raising his Dao sword, he unleashed several of his most potent ancient talismans, choosing to fight to the death.
"To command the heavens, to transform the two principles, to give birth to yin and yang, to revolve the universe, and to obey the decree. Heaven and Earth are boundless, the universe borrows power; power arises from the heart, ceaselessly. Great Heavenly Venerable, hasten as the law commands!"
As the incantation fell, these ancient talismans erupted with dazzling light, unleashing immense energy.
Some transformed into a sky full of stone stalagmites, others into raging infernos, and some condensed into colossal wind blades…
On the mountain road.
Ji Mo was racing, sparks flying and lightning flashing.
Bang!
An unlucky sports car was rear-ended, sent flying high into the air, spinning dozens of times in a spectacular fashion before crashing down heavily.
Clang!
The car's body disintegrated piece by piece, scattering across the ground.
The driver was filled with terror, frozen in shock.
Immediately after.
Ji Mo executed another beautiful drift, overtaking on a curve, and with a flick of his tail, sent two luxury cars crashing into the rock wall beside them.
He didn't hold back, knocking over two more cars in succession, achieving a five-car pile-up.
As the saying goes, a gentleman settles scores before nightfall, and he settled them that very day.
These fellows had been rude and had verbally abused Ji Mo earlier; now, they were finally facing retribution.
Ji Mo was still somewhat restrained, only destroying cars and not harming people.
A terrifying scene unfolded: a moped, moving at breakneck speed, overtook one vehicle after another, and from time to time, arrogantly smashed expensive luxury cars into scrap.
In the face of Ji Mo's souped-up moped, all supercars were mere underdogs.
Chen Bin, far ahead, was incredibly smug. He was driving a modified "Poison," and as a professional racer, he had left everyone behind by eight streets.
Without a doubt, first place was his.
He didn't care much about the chance to have dinner with Li Feiyan; his primary objective was to get a glimpse of that "Back-Pushing Diagram" through Li Feiyan and ascertain if it was authentic.
With the finish line not far off, Chen Bin couldn't help but chuckle. Masters were often lonely; when it came to driving, none of those amateurs were any good.
Before he could finish his thought, he saw a dark shadow whiz past his car door, startling him into slamming on the brakes, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"A moped!"
Chen Bin finally saw what it was, his eyes nearly popping out in shock.
He fumbled for his phone and dialed a number.
The call connected, and a gruzzly voice came through, "Binbin, did you win the race? Well done!"
Chen Bin's voice trembled, "Brother Yong, can you believe it? A beat-up moped overtook me."
"What?"
The gruff voice conveyed disbelief, then roared, "Useless! You lost, so just accept it. Stop making such lame excuses. You, Binbin, are truly pathetic."
Chen Bin felt wronged and argued, "Brother Yong, I swear I'm telling the truth. It was really a moped that overtook me."
"How did it overtake you? From the front or the back? A moped, no matter how fast, can't fly, can it?"
The gruff voice was filled with rage, the word "overtake" heavily emphasized. He cursed, "Damn it, when you get back, I'll teach you how to drive properly."
"Brother Yong, it... it really flew."
Chen Bin's pupils widened as he witnessed an unbelievable sight.
After crossing the finish line, the moped not only didn't slow down but actually accelerated, leaping into the night sky and disappearing.
However, he wasn't shocked for long. He soon recalled Brother Yong's words on the phone, and a genuine smile inexplicably curved his lips.
He then quickly responded, "Brother Yong, you have to keep your word. Wait for me, I'll be right back."
Saying this, he immediately turned around and headed down the mountain, his face filled with impatience.
Brother Yong on the other end of the line was stunned.
Keep my word about what?
As he pondered, his body trembled, and he was left bewildered in the wind.
Could it be that this Binbin was actually a...
This is a disaster!
The battle on the mountain peak was drawing to a close.
With all his trump cards revealed, Zhang Ye still couldn't defeat the Yamata no Orochi. Instead, he was beaten until he was covered in blood and on the verge of death.
"Kid, you think you can slay gods? Alas, your ambition is as high as the heavens, but your life is as thin as paper. Since you refuse to surrender, you shall become my meal."
The Yamata no Orochi coiled its tail around Zhang Ye, lifting him high with a sinister grin.
"Fragrant and pure, it pervades the universe; lit incense pierces the heavenly gate. The golden bird soars like an arrow from clouds, the jade rabbit's radiance like a wheel. Zhang Ye, unworthy disciple of Longhu Mountain, implores the Old Heavenly Master to descend and eliminate evil..."
Even on the brink of death, with no escape, Zhang Ye did not give up resisting. For the last time, he chanted the Summoning Incantation.
His heart still held faith, a deep-seated conviction.
"Ridiculous, pathetic. Even now, you remain deluded. Then I shall devour you and let you reunite with your Old Heavenly Masters in hell."
The Yamata no Orochi opened one of its bloody maws and lunged at Zhang Ye, intending to swallow him whole.
Just then.
A streak of fire cut through the void, illuminating the sky.
Ji Mo, riding his moped, finally arrived at the battlefield. The high-speed rotating wheels rolled towards the Yamata no Orochi's gaping head.
Bang...
The Yamata no Orochi's large head instantly exploded like a watermelon, scattering flesh and blood like fireworks, a truly spectacular sight.
Witnessing this, Zhang Ye's eyes welled up with tears, "Wuwu... Heaven has taken pity. My Old Heavenly Master has finally returned as a king..."