Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

This unintentional remark struck a nerve with Master Mingkong.

What he least wanted to admit was his own weakness, and for this, he paid a heavy price, becoming neither human nor ghost.

When did he lose his human heart?

It may be in

The moment I devour my master's flesh and blood.

The handsome monk was covered in blood, his eyes blazing with fury.

Before he could even utter a sound, he felt a lightness in his body.

A giant ghostly hand burst from the ground, grabbed him, and slammed him against the wall.

Then a sharp sword pierced his shoulder and stared intently at him.

The boy who sent chills down his spine strolled casually toward him, revealing a terrifying smile.

"Master, the night is still long, there is plenty of time."

"Let's take our time."

"do not worry."

"Until you suffer enough pain to atone for your sins."

"I will never let you die so easily."

"I promise!"

Chapter 331 Collusion

If an outsider witnessed this scene, they would surely assume that the perpetrator was Uesugi Kiyoshi.

He stood with his hands behind his back, holding Onikiri upside down, his eyes were ferocious, and his smile conveyed obvious malice.

And on the wall opposite him.

The monk, whose chest cavity had been ripped open, was barely clinging to life, pinned down by Uesugi Kiyoshi's other Onikiri.

Blood dripped down, forming a pool of blood.

The dharma form that Master Mingkong just summoned, which looks somewhat like a shikigami, is his trump card that he has accumulated over the years.

Although those three Dharma images only made a brief appearance before meeting their demise at the hands of Uesugi Kiyoshi, it doesn't mean they were completely useless.

That was the path to divinity that Master Mingkong had been pursuing.

This monk suffered hardships from a young age and had a morbid fear of ghosts and gods. When this fear reached its extreme, it turned into an almost fanatical pursuit.

He wanted to become a god.

Everything he did was in preparation for becoming a "god".

For ordinary people, it is too difficult to develop believers and collect faith in a conventional way.

Even if a sect were to develop, the so-called path to divinity would not be so easy to tread.

Therefore, Master Mingkong hid in the city, seeking a "shortcut".

By sheer chance, he actually found an opportunity.

He set up a formation in his lair to collect negative human emotions, using them as nourishment to raise the evil Buddha's form.

It was only by chance that Uesugi Kiyoshi arrived; if it had been a few months later, his Dharma Body would have been fully formed, and the situation would have been much more difficult than it is now.

By then, Master Mingkong will be able to completely annihilate the weaker ghosts and spirits and take their place—recently, the boundary between dreams and reality has been unstable, and ghosts and spirits are causing trouble in various places. It will not be difficult to find a lone one to attack.

Master Mingkong gasped for breath, his neck gripped by a giant ghostly hand. He glared at Uesugi Kiyoshi, wishing he could devour him alive.

The Dharma image he had painstakingly created over the past few years was destroyed in an instant. Logically speaking, even if the Dharma image temporarily dissipates, he should be able to reassemble it.

However, when the sword energy swept past, he was horrified to discover that the connection between these Dharma images and him had been completely severed.

The methods that had always been effective against the extraordinary individuals in the Collectors' Association were wiped out with a single sword strike.

Beneath the anger lay a deep fear.

He now roughly understood that his previous unease about the boy was not unfounded.

This was his superhuman instinct and a warning signal, urging him to escape.

Unfortunately, he missed his chance to escape.

Uesugi Kiyoshi snorted, stretched out his Onikiri, patted the face of the monk Mingkong, and his smile became even more bloodthirsty.

"I'm not some kind of pervert who enjoys torturing and killing others."

"Who is behind you? And where does the power you speak of, the 'Indestructible Body of the Divine Child,' come from?"

"What exactly is your Buddha?"

"Just tell me the truth, and I'll kill you without hesitation. That would be better for everyone."

Uesugi Kiyoshi had no desire to extract information; he simply laid out his threats directly.

Master Mingkong glared at Uesugi Kiyoshi with hatred, and said in a disdainful voice, "What if I don't tell you?"

"Don't underestimate the perseverance of a monk. I felt the approach of death when I was five years old. Do you think I'm afraid of dying?"

"Just kill me! I, Buddha, will surely avenge my blood debt!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked directly into the eyes of the monk Mingkong, and he could not see any fear of death in those eyes.

The superhuman is the person closest to madness, because the awakening of the superhuman requires a breakthrough in mental strength. A person with strong mental strength will also have a firm will. Therefore, the stronger the superhuman, the more difficult it is to shake his mind. But at the same time, he is also closer to madness.

"I understand."

"That's fine, I'll investigate on my own."

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."

"I will take you back to the association and prepare you properly."

Master Mingkong coughed a few times, spitting out a lot of bloody foam, and said with a bitter laugh, "I have an indestructible body and I cultivate my mind with Sanskrit scriptures, so what means do you have to torture me?"

“I was once an ascetic for a time, and my ability to endure pain is probably beyond your expectations.”

Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled cruelly and shook his head.

"It's okay, if you're going to be stubborn, just say it now."

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"Don't you enjoy having your subordinates humiliate women to derive feelings of lust and despair?"

"I'm a person who values ​​fairness the most."

"If others are good to me, I will be good to them in return. If someone punches me, I will dislocate all four of their limbs."

"This principle applies to you as well."

"I'll let you experience the despair and pain of those women too."

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"To be honest, Master, I am now a powerful and influential person. I can do many things that seem unbelievable to ordinary people."

"For example, find a few strong men whose sexual orientation is different from that of ordinary people, give them a salary they can't refuse, and then lock them up with you, the master."

"I didn't look closely before, but now that I'm examining him closely, the master is indeed handsome and has a refined appearance."

"You must be quite likable, right?"

"At that time."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Uesugi Kiyoshi flicked his hand and pointed at the naked couples in the rooms who had been bewitched and were still diligently seeking pleasure and making love. His expression turned wicked.

"I will let you, this highly respected master, enjoy the ultimate sexual bliss in the world."

"Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, every hour and every moment."

"The atrocities inflicted on these women at your behest will be returned to you in full."

"Aren't you invincible?"

"You can survive a bursting heart?"

"Okay, I don't want you to die."

"I want you to live."

"You'd better live well, pampered by many men!"

As he uttered some perverse words, Uesugi Kiyoshi's ferocious face was magnified infinitely in the mind of Master Mingkong.

Heaven had mercy on him. He had lived in a temple since childhood, and even when he fell into the abyss, he was merely the mastermind behind the scenes. He controlled a gang and ran a bar, casino, and brothel all in one place. He would select pitiful women who would disappear without attracting attention as targets, torture them to death, and extract the power of their resentment and lust to use for his spiritual practice.

He could do these things simply by talking, and people would do them for him because of his extraordinary power.

He had never personally taken to the field before.

The mere mention of being pampered by a man sent shivers down his spine, even easing the intense pain in his chest.

too disgusting!

Even his unwavering Buddhist resolve couldn't help but waver slightly.

He had barely raised his head when he sensed a mirage coiling around his limbs, binding him firmly.

He subconsciously lowered his eyes and met Uesugi Kiyoshi's cold gaze.

He seemed to be saying something.

"Enjoy it."

Master Mingkong was genuinely afraid. He was not afraid of death, pain, or torture.

But this kind of "torture" was too intense and unacceptable for him.

"you"

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