Chapter 9 Section 8

Tonight, the moon is pale. Thousands of peaks compete for beauty, and thousands of valleys hide clouds. The clouds in the sky were rolled into a black maelstrom by the wonderful wind spell. All of a sudden, the powerful Yungren stood up majestically. Three strands of unusually powerful Qi climbed to the top of Huangshan Mountain on a grotesquely shaped tiger-headed bird. "Too...too strong." Hao Yiyou muttered to himself. The owner of the three strong spirits fell from the bird's back. A giant man carried a silver spear. A handsome long-haired man drew a long knife. A man in white muttered something, and the whirlwind all over the mountain suddenly quieted down.

"Don't hold out hope, the three of us will beat one of you tonight." The handsome man who drew out the long knife, Yoshitsune said with a blank expression, "Old man, let's use our full strength before death." Hao Yiyou looked at the silver Nine Dragon Spear in the hands of the giant Angzang, and couldn't help feeling regretful... Old friend, I should have gone to Japan with you to kill the demons.