Bei Chishou asked in surprise, "Are you sure?"
Fang Zong sneered and said, "Then let's fight! Why all this nonsense!"
Even after Yasuo was slowly tortured, his anger didn't subside at all; instead, it flared up even more.
Look at Yasuo's expression; from beginning to end, it's just boundless hatred for him.
Even if he were to die a slow and agonizing death, Yasuo would not have the slightest regret.
Fang Zong had witnessed the Fengshen Sect's deeds. For the sake of the country and its people, eighteen technical level experts died in battle, and all the magic level experts were wiped out, leaving only two newly promoted technical level experts who survived thanks to the energy they gained during their promotion.
But what happened next?
Of the two survivors, one did not die on the battlefield, but died from poisoning!
Another, filled with remorse, had done so many good deeds after abandoning his martial arts skills, only to die under the wheels of a car!
It's all a disgrace!
And Yasuo, who did all this, believes he did nothing wrong?
Fang Zong was seething with anger.
If you're angry, then let it out!
Since you are so wicked yet still believe you are right, why should I call myself a gentleman?
Five thousand years of history in the East, a vast and powerful nation spanning millions of miles, is not a name derived from reciting classical Chinese phrases!
The executioner's punishments won't scare you, will they?
Let me...
Incarnation……………………
Thug Shura!
[Destroy, Annihilate, Annihilate, Kill!]
These four words inexplicably appeared in Fang Zong's mind. He raised his hand, and the magic blade Shattering Star swept out horizontally. He followed the blade and instantly arrived in front of Bei Chi Shou.
The killing intent of this strike was boundless, as if saying, "I'm not targeting you, but everyone and everything on this island, including ghosts, is on my list of those to kill!"
“You Chinese brat, you’ve been influenced by the violence of the knife.”
Bei Chi Shou clasped his hands together and laughed, "If you want to fight, I don't mind fighting you. But I am an Onmyoji from the era of co-prosperity, two generations higher than you. For the sake of peace between our two countries, you'd better write a challenge letter first."
Fang Zong answered decisively: "Write about your mother!"
As Bei Chi Shou clasped his hands together, Fang Zong noticed that the other's ten fingers were forming a hand seal, and wisps of light emanated from the other's fingertips.
Although the aura was dim, it was harder than a tank, and each aura rapidly depleted his magic sword's energy.
But it doesn't matter!
It's just the second stage of the spell, he's not scared!
Fang Zong laughed loudly. His fighting instincts flashed through his mind like lightning. Without even thinking, he had already chosen the most suitable angle to attack again.
The three-fold slash descended, each strike followed by four crescent-shaped blades of energy, which connected end to end, forming a large silver moon, yet the center was empty, resembling a black hole capable of destroying the world.
Inside the black hole was Fang Zong's magic blade!
The four sword energies and Bei Chi Shou's second-stage spell canceled each other out. The magic sword Shattering Star pierced out from the middle, and a point of sword light pierced the sky!
"A Tang-style horizontal sword of the magic weapon level?"
Bei Chi Shou's expression changed drastically, but he was not entirely unprepared.
As the word "临" was uttered, a tortoise shell, its wrinkles overlapping, rippled on his chest appeared. Though only the size of a palm, it resembled an impregnable fortress, strong enough to withstand a thousand troops.
but!
The tortoise shell shattered with a crash under the magic blade!
Using the tortoise shell as a shield for a fleeting moment, Bei Chi Shou flew into the sky, arms outstretched, and suddenly a void appeared above his head!
"Eastern Japan's Sun God, Moon-Scattering Star Blade, Northern Pond Guardian, Technique Level Two!"
Having lost something that could save his life, Bei Chi Shou was clearly enraged, and he shrieked out his origins, title, real name, and rank in a high-pitched voice.
He didn't care how Fang Zong got there!
He didn't care what the consequences would be if Fang Zong died at his hands!
Generals, samurai, onmyoji, divine hunters, heroes... No matter how many titles they have around the world, once their origins, titles, real names, and ranks are revealed, it all represents only one thing!
You or me, one of us will die here!
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong loudly replied, "Good!"
………………
Blood is burning, and the fire of true yang sweeps across the sky.
Fang Zong was covered in blood, with a bloodstain running from his neck down to his groin.
These are injuries from the Star Blade Spell, they really hurt!
Bei Chi Shou was also in bad shape. His tall white hat was cut in two, leaving a bald patch on his head. The worst part was his shoulder, which was pierced through from front to back by the Shattered Star Blade, rendering his arm useless.
How terrifying!
Bei Chi Shou's heart trembled.
How is that possible?
He was already at the second level of the spellcasting rank, possessing three second-level spells and seven first-level spells. Yet, he managed to fight Fang Zong, a newly promoted spellcaster, to a standstill.
In just thirty seconds, both of them almost died!
This kid is a monster. His talent and strength are too great, but what's most terrifying is his mind—unwavering, fearless, and unafraid of death!
In movies, villains often die from talking too much, but Kitachi no Mori is an exception.
He was terrified, and his killing intent toward Fang Zong grew stronger.
Even though Fang Zong surprised him greatly, he only had some internal thoughts and would not waste a single bit of energy opening his mouth to speak.
Why are you talking? If you praise Fang Zong, will he just offer his neck to be killed?
joke!
Thinking of this, Bei Chishou simply broke off his useless arm and threw it into the sky.
His arm sprayed a series of bloody rains from the sky. In the rain of blood, an ancient cauldron slowly appeared, its mouth facing Fang Zong, like a mouth that devours all living beings. Countless things carrying ghostly energy, but clearly not ghosts, poured out with a whooshing sound.
Ninth Sister laughed and said, "Shikigami!"
Fang Zong used the method of neurosurgical suturing to heal his wounds, nodding slightly to himself.
The legendary shikigami of Japanese Onmyoji.
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