Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

When they were hungry or thirsty, they would lick the flesh and blood of their master that were scattered nearby.

This Buddhist altar is like his protective umbrella.

She is his only one.

It is unknown how much time passed before the place was discovered and someone called the police.

The police naturally couldn't find the murderer and hastily ruled it a suicide. Mingkong was then entrusted to another neighborhood head for upbringing.

From then on, he became taciturn and devoted himself to meditation, achieving a top-level proficiency in Sanskrit within the temple.

This is just the surface.

Finally, when his Sanskrit teachings encountered a bottleneck, he revealed his ferocious claws.

Overnight, he slaughtered the entire temple, using the flesh and souls of his fellow disciples and the temple master as sacrifices, and activated his Sanskrit spells to create a ray of exorcising Buddhist light.

It's this area blocking Uesugi Kiyoshi's way.

Isn't that ironic?

Such a righteous force has been controlled by a devil.

No way.

Power is indiscriminate, neither good nor evil; the only difference lies in the person who wields it.

Mingkong has changed; he has changed from the depths of his heart.

What Buddhist teachings, what salvation?

It's all just empty talk and deception.

power.

He needs strength.

He no longer wanted to be confined to the altar, gnawing on rotting flesh and blood.

Rather than become someone else's prey, he would rather be the perpetrator.

Master Mingkong died long ago.

What stands here now is a demon that is clearly empty.

“Young layman, although I do not know your origins, it seems that eating you will greatly improve my cultivation.”

“You are far more useful than those ordinary women—those beast-like women I keep, even if they are humiliated to death, the hatred they contribute can only increase my cultivation by a tiny bit.”

"Ugh, what's the point of living for such a piece of trash?"

"Oh, right."

"Are you from the Collectors' Association?"

"I've heard of you. A few days ago, a young master from the Phoenix Courtyard came to me seeking cooperation. He asked me to take action and show you your power. In return, he offered me a group of women."

"Yeah, we've already used up that batch of women."

"And then you came right to my door. This humble monk is truly blessed by the heavens and protected by Buddha."

“That day, when they attacked your association, the leader of the lay Buddhists was indeed a bit troublesome.”

"That door could actually rival the Buddha's light of this humble monk. Those wild beasts that came from who-knows-where are indeed troublesome."

"They were about to retreat when suddenly a young man recklessly charged at me, apparently because I had taken his sword?"

"I really owe him a lot, otherwise I would have had a hard time explaining myself to the Phoenix Inu family—I was counting on them to provide me with more [goods]."

"I seized the opportunity, grabbed the boy by the throat, and with a gentle thrust, ripped his heart out of his chest and crushed it to pieces."

"You have no idea how wonderful the look of bewilderment and despair on his face was at that time."

Uesugi Kiyoshi stared blankly at Master Mingkong, letting him ramble on and on.

Only after he reluctantly stopped talking did Uesugi Kiyoshi give a stern smile.

He spoke slowly, asking in a question.

"Yes"

"Is that so?"

Accompanying the words was a sword's cry that soared into the sky.

Uesugi Kiyoshi did not use a sword; he used his hands.

He flicked his right hand, and sword energy hissed, floating a few inches outside his fingers like the claws of a wild beast.

Then, with a slow movement, he reached out with his claw to grab the golden barrier.

Master Mingkong's smile was disdainful, but Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile was brimming with murderous intent.

The golden light that had originally blocked all the mirage-like ghost fire swords was instantly melted away upon encountering this sword energy, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

Then, before Master Mingkong could even register his astonishment,

A slender yet powerful hand strode straight in, tearing through his skin and reaching into his chest cavity.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the blood-stained boy's hand grasp a bright red, still-beating heart and hold it up in front of him.

Before terror could even fill his face, he saw the boy's smile turn icy, a smile that plunged him into despair.

Their fingers gently pinched together.

The heart, still faintly beating, was like an inflated balloon, easily crushed.

In a sense, Master Mingkong was truly "heartbroken".

The Narukami Sword Aura was the sword aura used by the Lord of a Hundred Demons to completely annihilate demons and gods.

Even the true gods of Takamagahara would retreat when faced with this sword energy. How could a mere evil Buddhist monk, who had broken his vows, possibly withstand the Buddha's light forged with human lives?

Master Mingkong's heart was ripped out and crushed to pieces by Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Amidst the splattering blood, his face bore a striking resemblance to the swordsman named Yamato from the Collectors' Association who had died at his hands.

The same disbelief, the same unwillingness to accept it.

However, there are still some differences.

He is not dead.

Uesugi Kiyoshi could clearly sense that the monk's life force had not weakened and that he showed no signs of dying.

While he was pondering this matter, Master Mingkong roared, flicked his staff, and his face became ferocious and terrifying.

"Impossible! This is the indestructible golden body bestowed upon me by Buddha!"

"How were you able to break it?"

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

There's a lot of information in those few sentences, and Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't have time to think about it in this situation.

All he could see was blood flowing from the large hole in Master Mingkong's chest, and the false kindness and benevolence on his face had vanished.

This made him feel a little better.

Master Mingkong's hypocritical facade was finally torn off, and he roared with his true, ferocious nature exposed.

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"Kill you!"

May Buddha protect me and guide you to rebirth in the Pure Land!

"Dharma form - Greed!"

Countless thick, pitch-black mists replaced the blood, gushing from Master Mingkong's chest and coalescing into a small giant's form that almost burst through the roof.

This was a fat monk with incredibly greedy eyes, and every move he made was full of power.

As soon as the image appeared, it pressed down on Uesugi Kiyoshi, attempting to crush him into mincemeat.

Uesugi Kiyoshi simply snapped his fingers.

A warrior with a dog's head and a human body quietly appeared behind him.

With an arrogant and domineering air, and a cruel smile, the dog god blocked the Dharma image with a single strike, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Uesugi Kiyoshi walked unmoved towards Master Mingkong.

"Dharma form - anger!"

The phantom that appeared this time was a Yakuza figure covered in tattoos, seemingly a collection of his violent gang members.

He looked extremely irritable, and as soon as he appeared, he rushed towards Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Uesugi Kiyoshi clicked his tongue and, without pausing, raised his sword to slash upwards.

The invisible sword energy flashed and disappeared in an instant, cleaving the enormous illusory image of the Dharma form in two, which then dissipated into black mist.

Master Mingkong's expression revealed that he had run out of ideas.

"Dharma-image - madness!"

This time, a stunningly beautiful woman appeared. She was completely naked, with a seductive smile, and every move she made seemed to captivate the soul.

Uesugi Kiyoshi only felt a slight stirring in his heart before returning to silence.

It's an illusion, a mental attack.

However, in this state of rage, no amount of seductive attacks could sway his resolve.

Using the momentum, he leaped up and drew his sword.

The famous Dojigiri Yasutsuna drew a bright crescent moon in the sky.

By the time Uesugi Kiyoshi landed, the naked woman's head had already fallen to the ground with a thud.

"Using human lives to create such third-rate ghost realm techniques?"

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"As expected, mediocrity is mediocrity."

"No matter how hard you try, you can't change the fact that you are a weakling."