The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Su Qiong's three sentences were uttered with such powerful emotion that they were truly moving.

Coupled with her combat uniform still dripping with blood and the giant sword she was dragging backwards, resembling a door panel.

That sight alone is enough to send chills down your spine.

The usually arrogant Japanese demon slayers around them were now staring at each other, none of them daring to take a single step forward.

Several people even felt their legs cramp, fearing that this female killer might glare at them at any moment.

Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, and Su Qiong was preparing to enjoy her moment of glory as "best of the night,"

A very clear female voice abruptly disrupted the scene.

"Baka! Su Qiong, it's been years, and you still haven't changed your habit of talking without thinking? You're still as arrogant as ever!"

The sound had barely landed when it struck the battlefield, which had been shrouded in the stench of blood.

Suddenly, without warning, a soft white light shone down.

The white light looked holy, but to Su Qiong, it was more disgusting than seeing a pile of rotten flesh.

The light seemed to be flowing freely, as if it were free.

The water splashed all over the samurai and onmyoji who had just been beaten like dead dogs.

Immediately afterwards, it was as if I had seen a ghost.

The warrior, whose chest was caved in and who was coughing up blood, suddenly had his bones crack and pop, and he visibly managed to keep breathing.

The Onmyoji next to him, who had been hit and suffered a concussion, also shuddered.

Although his face was still as white as paper, he still exuded an aura that was about to fall apart.

Surprisingly, it quickly rebounded.

"Tsk."

Su Qiong smacked her lips in annoyance, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly: "Bringing a healer to a raid? That's shameless."

When she looked up, she saw a woman in a pink cherry blossom kimono hanging in mid-air, wearing wooden clogs.

The woman was quite beautiful, holding a small folding fan in her hand, looking down at Su Qiong with an arrogant expression.

That look in her eyes was like a city princess looking down on a poor relative from the countryside who had just arrived in the city.

Su Qiong recognized this person; he was an old acquaintance.

Nene, a quasi-saint from the Sakura Kingdom and a master of support-type characters.

"Who do we have here with such a big mouth?"

Su Qiong tilted her head, looked the woman floating in the sky up and down, and grinned.

His smile was absolutely infuriating.

"So it's you, Ningning in the rain, you slut."

"What's wrong? Did you forget to check the almanac before going out today? Or are your two useless teammates just too much to carry, forcing you, the support, to come out and feed kills?"

Upon hearing this, Ningning's delicate little face instantly darkened.

He slammed his folding fan shut and pointed at Su Qiong, yelling, "Su Qiong! You uncouth barbarian! This is a battlefield, not a place for you to throw a tantrum!"

"Since you're here today, don't even think about leaving alive!"

"Oh my god, that scared me to death!"

Su Qiong patted her chest dramatically, her sarcasm deepening: "'Ningning in the Rain,' you say? Do you Japanese people name your children this casually?"

"I remember asking you this last time we fought: did your parents run into each other in the rain without umbrellas and end up having sex in a makeshift shed, which is how you got your name?"

"Look, so many years have passed, and I've become a major general, but your name still sounds damp and musty."

After Su Qiong finished speaking, she even covered her nose in a serious manner: "It's really hot."

This is Su Qiong's style: to win people over psychologically before fighting, and to infuriate them to death rather than actually lay a hand on them.

Clearly, this move had a devastating effect on this self-proclaimed noble quasi-saint from the Sakura Kingdom.

"Baka yarou!!!"

Ningning completely broke down in the rain; her originally pretty face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and her skin twitched uncontrollably.

As a revered quasi-saint, when had she ever heard such vulgar, scoundrel-like language?

"Shut up! You worthless liar!"

Ningning screamed in the rain, her kimono fluttering even without wind, the soft, pale white light emanating from it.

It instantly became incredibly bright.

"Shinto Style: Purification Domain! Activate!"

boom!

A pinkish-white halo suddenly exploded out from her center, instantly enveloping the battlefield within a radius of several hundred meters.

But this light wasn't meant to heal anyone. Su Qiong felt her body sink, as if she had been suddenly thrown into a vat of thick paste, making it difficult even to lift her hand.

The sweet, cloying fragrance in the air wafted straight into my nose, and one breath made me dizzy.

The flow of magic power throughout his body became sluggish.

This is what makes the control-type quasi-saints so disgusting.

Instead of confronting you head-on, they deliberately give you negative statuses to disgust you.

"You're asking for it, aren't you?"

Su Qiong felt the sticky, restrictive feeling on her body, and her anger was stirred up.

She already had a short temper, and now being swarmed online like a fly made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Since you want to play, then I'll play along with you!"

Su Qiong took a deep breath, her eyes instantly turning blood red, a true surge of killing intent.

"Blood Prison - Asura Field! Explode!"

Boom!

A deafening roar, like a heartbeat, exploded in everyone's ears.

Behind Su Qiong, the originally illusory blood-red figure instantly solidified, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed, ferocious blood-red Asura.

As soon as this Asura appeared, the sweet pink light around it was like snow hitting boiling water, scalding a large hole in it.

Two completely different forces from different domains collided violently in mid-air.

On one side is a seemingly holy but actually sinister pinkish-white holy light, and on the other side is a tyrannical and bloodthirsty dark red evil aura.

The collision didn't produce a deafening explosion; instead, it produced a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

That's a mutual devouring and squeezing at the level of rules.

"Let's do it!"

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, the samurai quasi-saint and the onmyoji quasi-saint, who had just caught their breath, exchanged a glance and saw the ruthlessness in each other's eyes.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

This is the ironclad rule of the battlefield; all talk of Bushido is bullshit when it comes to winning.

"Shadow Stream: Senbonzakura!"

The samurai gritted his teeth, ignoring the broken spear, and drew his katana from his waist.

His entire body transformed into countless black afterimages, defying the murderous aura emanating from Su Qiong, and charged in from the left.

"Shikigami: The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"

The Onmyoji risked his life, spitting a mouthful of blood from his tongue onto the talisman.

In an instant, a cold wind howled, and dozens of strangely shaped, malevolent ghostly phantoms roared out, flanking from the right.

In addition, there was Yu Zhongning, who was firmly suppressing Su Qiong's movements from the front.

In an instant, the three quasi-saints unleashed their full domains, truly leaving Su Qiong no way out.