Chapter 171

Overwhelming battle

In the Department of Spellcasting, at the long table in the conference room, elderly people with white hair were arguing angrily.

"Gojo Satoru has spiraled out of control. We must use all resources to clean him up and execute him!" The noisy meeting room had erupted into chaos, far from their usual calm.

However, their accustomed aloofness made them completely unafraid of the impending attack.

"That woman who dared to challenge us at the vocational high school is the real troublemaker! How can a woman possess such power and status? She must be possessed by a curse!" said a bald old man who was clearly from the Kamo family.

"She must be killed immediately!"

He slammed his fist on the table, yet he showed no signs of old age whatsoever.

Another man tapped the ground with his cane, his face full of disdain: "I've already arranged for people to guard outside. As long as they dare to come..."

Before the words were even finished, all the lights in the conference room shattered instantly, and glass shards fell like rain. When the smoke and dust cleared, a white figure sat arrogantly in a clean chair, his azure eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"Hey, that sounds pretty impressive," Gojo Satoru grinned, lifting his small round sunglasses. "Are you talking about the one who got knocked down with one punch, or the one who rushed up and got kicked away before you could even see his face?"

"Tsk tsk tsk." He shook his head regretfully. "Looks like another bunch of useless freeloaders. They're completely incompetent. Trying to figure out how to deal with us at the last minute won't work."

"Now, we're here to kill you."

The conference room erupted into chaos. Everyone in the room stared at Gojo Satoru with trembling fingers and anger, completely helpless. The atmosphere instantly became heated.

Several individuals who were formerly sorcerers quickly activated their magic, only to find no response.

“Don’t waste your energy,” Gojo Satoru stood up from his chair and stretched. “Next, this place will disappear completely.”

As soon as the words were spoken, a series of heavy thuds and countless screams suddenly came from above. The thick roof instantly shattered inward, and fragments of metal mixed with unknown materials flew everywhere.

Fuheishener stood on the roof carrying the Tiannihao sword. Moonlight shone through the hole in the roof, and although he was covered in blood, he was unharmed.

"Where are the people from the Zen Temple family?" He grinned like a wild beast, standing above them, his presence overwhelming and creating a powerful sense of oppression. "The money I've collected is barely enough to kill them."

"You, you, a traitor to the Zen family!"

The high-ranking officials scattered in panic.

Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro Jinji stood still, staring at the backs of the group, completely at ease, as if everything was under their control.

Some people escaped to the back door, thinking they had finally found hope, only to see Xia Youjie leaning against the door frame, with Honglong's figure looming behind him.

The crowd shuddered; they recognized the face—a face that should belong to a dead man.

Another death.

"Long time no see, everyone." He smiled gently and looked kindly at the terrified crowd. "It's a pleasure to see you all here."

They forced themselves to remain calm: "This is betrayal, and we will not let you get away with this!"

The Superintendent of Pyromancers, as the central authority of the pyromancer world, possesses the power to command, supervise, and punish all pyromancers. Its "Treaty Concerning the Obligations of Pyromancers," approved by the government and jointly signed by the three founding families, holds absolute authority.

They have the confidence to back it up.

Gojo Satoru asked doubtfully, "Old man, can't you see it now? From now on, the world of sorcery will have nothing to do with you."

"Stop wasting your breath on them." Fuheshen cracked his neck; he had found his goal. "Let's finish this quickly; I need to go watch the horse races."

Having once been a sorcerer assassin, he was no stranger to doing this kind of thing.

The moment he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze, and a palpable sense of panic spread among the crowd.

"That's right."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and smiled, "I've lived long enough, rotten enough, and stinky enough... It's time for me to rest in peace."

Immediately starting from zero frames:

“Azure”.

He raised his hand, and with his movement, power gathered, not at its maximum but with unparalleled precision.

Those closest to him didn't even have time to cry out before they were squeezed and twisted by an immense force, their bones shattering before they were all instantly destroyed.

Before they could even let out a scream of agony, they vanished completely, blood and shards of gunpowder scraping against the solemn long table, shattering the tranquility of the place.

“The first one,” Gojo Satoru said in a light, cheerful voice, as if he were playing a counting game, “Next is…”

His gaze swept across the crowd, as if he were deciding who to target next.

"Stop him! Quick! Stop him!" one of them screamed, his magical power surging, and an invisible wall appeared, trying to block the force that even caused a deep dent in the ground.

The next second, it crumbled instantly, like a piece of paper.

"I told you, don't waste your energy." Gojo Satoru's figure moved instantly like a ghost, pressing down the person who was about to make a sneak attack. "Resisting like this is the most boring game."

On the other side, Fuheshel, like a tiger trampling into a flock of sheep, recklessly wielded his weapon. These people, who had been tainted by power and money for decades, were nothing compared to those who had challenged him to the death.

The Department of Spellcasting has many guards, including some with higher ratings, but they are all no different from paper in the face of the absolute power of the Heaven and the Tyrant.

One of the men wielding a long sword roared and slashed forward. Fuheishen didn't even bother to raise his own weapon; he simply dodged to the side and punched the man in the back with a backhand. The terrifying force shattered the man's ribs. He then quickly followed up with a kick, giving the man no chance to catch his breath.

The man immediately lost his balance, his leg bone broke, and the jagged bone spurs pierced through his flesh, causing him to bleed profusely and rendering him unable to move.

In his hands, the Heavenly Reversal Blade was like the Grim Reaper's scythe. Every swing took a life. People rushed forward like they had been brainwashed, only to have their throats pierced, their hearts punctured, or even fly far away and become embedded in the wall.

Spells? Cursed power? Cursed tools? All vanished under the influence of the Heavenly Reversal Blade.

His pent-up passion, suppressed for over a decade, erupted instantly here. Facing these stinking, rotten oranges, he felt nothing but the thrill of finally getting an order.

Once known as the sorcerer killer, he felt no psychological pressure doing these things.

Blood splattered on his face; the god of death had descended.

The狰狞 ​​smile, accompanied by the liberation of his identity, made the entire battle seem like a purely repressive massacre.

"Too slow, too slow." He swung the Heavenly Reversal Blade in his hand and stabbed the person who tried to sneak up right through him. "Is this the kind of useless trash your department has? So weak that you could crush someone with a single finger."

Given the cowardice of this group, their guards were naturally not all lowly soldiers, but none of them could withstand more than two moves from these top-tier fighters.

He marched forward, leaving behind a path stained with blood.

Tian Nihu had never felt the impact of blood so profoundly as he did at this moment.

“Boring.” Fuheishen stepped on the chest of the person below, grinding it hard, and then stopped next to Wutiaolu.

"What, you want to steal my kills too?" Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t take any commission from these people.”

Even if he had a great time, he wouldn't work for nothing.

While tensions were high on one side, the atmosphere was relatively quieter at the back door, which was under Xia Youjie's jurisdiction.

[Author's Note]

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