Sheng Chuanchua felt utterly humiliated. He had been the Great Elder for so long and hadn't met a worthy opponent in years. On the rare occasions he did act, he always crushed his opponents with overwhelming power. He hadn't suffered a single defeat in decades.
Yet now, he was on the verge of being defeated by a woman who didn't even look twenty years old.
Countless vines and weeds swarmed toward him. Not just from all sides, but even from midair, tree branches lashed out at him. He was effectively trapped in a cage woven from the mountain's flora, unable to even move his feet, let alone escape.
Sheng Chuanchua realized with despair that he couldn't escape even if he wanted to. He futilely hacked away at the sharp plants surrounding him, only for more to instantly take their place in a constant, unending stream. He even began to wonder if a grand and powerful Onmyoji such as himself would actually die of exhaustion if this kept up.
