Seeing the appearance of this group of people, they did not shout or kill each other as soon as they met, and they seemed very polite.
Ye Feng immediately understood that this was to be polite before fighting.
"Ye War God, I have long admired your name!"
Tokugawa Jiro is different from his younger brother who is arrogant and domineering. He appears to be gentle and polite in dealing with others.
Seeing Ye Feng, the enemy who killed his brother, he was able to let go of such deep hatred and took the initiative to extend his hand to say hello.
Faced with this false friendliness, Ye Feng did not accept the move and walked over as if there was no one around.
Suddenly, Tokugawa Jiro's hand hung in the air, his expression awkward.
Because all the onmyojis under his command were furious.
"This kid is not only rude with his words, but his behavior is also very abominable. His conscience is greatly damaged."
"Our second prince took the initiative to extend his hand to show his kindness, but he turned a blind eye and treated us like nothing?"
"Baga - it seems that if you don't give this boy a little show, he won't know how powerful we are in the East!"
While talking, an old man, wearing a robe unique to their Eastern side, walked quickly towards Ye Feng.
Seeing his subordinates, someone finally couldn't hold it in any longer and stepped forward to take action. Tokugawa Jiro did not stop him, but turned around and gave him a cold look.
He also wanted to see what the legendary strength of Daxia's strongest God of War was like.
Is it really as powerful as the legend says?
That subordinate's attack was equivalent to throwing stones to ask for directions and then making calculations.
"stop!"
The old man stopped in front of Ye Feng with a quick step and said angrily.
"Didn't you see my Lord reaching out to you to say hello? How dare you turn a blind eye and despise us!? Are you deceiving me that there is no one in the Eastern Kingdom!?"
As he spoke, the old man showed a cloth bag, and released a gloomy ghostly energy from inside.
"Let you see how powerful I am!"
While talking, the ghosts raised in the bag were released. Floating in the air was a huge head, with three different ghost faces on top of the head.
One has a red face and fangs, one has a white face and long hair, and the other has a smiling face like a tiger.
"This is... Shikigami - Prajna Ghost!?" Yota exclaimed when he saw this.
The so-called shikigami is a unique name for supernatural beings such as ghosts in the East.
The Eastern Onmyodo is good at controlling various types of shikigami, creating a master-servant relationship.
In short, it is equivalent to Taoist priests in the East subduing demons and demons, but when it spread to the East, it changed its name and title.
"What the hell?" Han Shanhe was also shocked when he saw the ghost. Especially the ghost's head could rotate 360 degrees, with three different faces intertwined with each other. Shocking.
If you saw this scene in the middle of the night, you would definitely be scared to death.
"It's Shikigami Prajna!" Yang Tai recalled, "I remember that Prajna ghost had three different faces, namely White Prajna, Red Prajna and Laughing Prajna!"
"And these three different faces have three different abilities. But I don't know the specific abilities, because the people who have seen them must have died long ago!"
Unexpectedly, Yota met a mysterious onmyoji who could control shikigami.
Seeing the second prince again, he showed no intention of stopping him, apparently giving his tacit permission for his men to take action.
If they couldn't defeat the Hannya ghost he released, their group would never even get half a step into Edo.
Seeing this, Han Shanhe also drew a knife in his hand and said angrily: "I don't care what the hell it is, just chop it with one knife!"
Yang Tai quickly reminded: "That's a ghost. Weapons like yours and mine can't hurt it at all. You have to use secret techniques!"
"How will you know if you don't try?" Han Shanhe didn't believe this evil. He stepped forward with the knife and slashed it out, hitting the smiling face of Xiao Prajna.
As a result, the smiling face smiled even more happily, and let out a harsh sneer, as if laughing at Han Shanhe's overestimation of his abilities.
"Damn it, you really can't cut it!?" Han Shanhe covered his ears while being shaken back a few steps by the harsh and shrill laughter.
When the onmyojis around him saw this, they couldn't help but laugh and say nothing, thinking: This is the God of War of Daxia, nothing more than that!
Forgive you for killing people on the battlefield, but you can't do anything when you see real ghosts.
"Haha, you can't even deal with a shikigami in our hands, and you still want to station troops in our territory? What a fantasy!"
None of the onmyojis present had one or two shikigami in their hands.
But Tokugawa Jiro's eyes were fixed on Ye Feng, wanting to see how he would respond.
If he is like the Qingzhou God of War just now, then he can sit back and relax.
"Hmph, kid, I advise you to turn around and kneel down to apologize to our second prince!"
"otherwise--!"
Before he finished speaking, the old man unleashed the Prajna Spirit and rushed towards Ye Feng with his teeth and claws open.
