A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The intense light devoured everything first.

Then came the earth-shattering shockwave, like an invisible giant hammer, brutally crushing the earth.

Everything it touches, whether it's the modern jungle of steel and concrete, the ancient remnants of a shrine's torii gate, or the tiny creatures running and crying...

All vaporized and smoothed out.

Ji Zuodao pulled out a pair of small round sunglasses from somewhere and perched them crookedly on the bridge of his nose.

With his hands in his trench coat pockets, he stood suspended in mid-air, chin slightly raised, admiring the magnificent spectacle beneath his feet, a spectacle a thousand times more grand than any fireworks display.

His mouth stretched wide, and the grin grew wider and wider.

He felt an indescribable tingling pleasure that shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, instantly sweeping through his entire body!

Cool!

That was fucking awesome!

Back when he delivered that thermobaric bomb with a yield of 2.5 tons to the remnants of the Ascending Immortal Cult in the suburbs of Jinghai, he thought it was a cool thing.

But compared to the scene before us...

That little noise was just like kids making a firecracker during Chinese New Year!

This is a treasure worth a full 50 million tons!

They even released more than a dozen flowers at once!

This is what you call exhilarating! This is what you call art! This is what you call a man's romance!

"Holy...holy shit?!"

Beside him, the inner demon who had been watching the whole thing was now completely numb.

What the hell is this thing?!

This power...this noise...this world-destroying force...

The inner demon had no doubt that a Qi cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending Realm would be directly struck by such a blow...

They'd probably have to put on a show of "flesh and blood succumbing to weakness, soul scattered and spirit dissipating" right there on the spot!

Oh shit……

Humans of this era... have truly come up with some incredible things.

"First hurdle passed."

The inner demon's voice was dry and harsh.

"Now, let's begin the second test."

Ji Zuodao was admiring the dozen or so large fireworks slowly blooming and gradually fading at his feet when he heard this, he curled his lip, still feeling unsatisfied:

"That's it? I haven't even..."

"Shut up and listen to the rules."

His inner demon interrupted his rambling with a flick of its finger.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Zuodao returned to the Lingtai.

"Buzz..."

Ripples spread across the void.

Immediately afterwards, three familiar figures, so familiar that they made his eyelids twitch, slowly solidified and stepped out.

A research madman wearing a dirty white lab coat and with hair as messy as a bird's nest.

A murderer with his arms crossed, eyes like knives, and exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

A slovenly old scoundrel with a blade of grass in his mouth, a nonchalant attitude, and shifty eyes that exude a sly and lewd air.

A scientific madman, a bastard, and an old scoundrel.

All three masters were present.

Ji Zuodao's pupils contracted slightly.

"The second test is still killing."

The voice of the inner demon rang out at just the right moment, with the flat tone of a civil servant reciting rules and regulations, yet subtly mixed with a hint of barely perceptible seduction, as if hooked with a hook.

"Do you see these three people in front of you?"

"They are the most important people in your heart."

"I am deeply grateful to you. I raised you from a baby, taught you skills, and fed you..."

The inner demon paused, observing Ji Zuodao's suddenly clenched fist and slightly trembling arm. His voice lowered, becoming slower, like a viper flicking its tongue:

"Can you... really do it?"

"They are the people you are closest to, dearest to, and least likely to hurt in this world."

"Humans are not plants or trees; how can they be without feelings?"

Even knowing it's an illusion...

"Can your sword truly pierce their hearts without hesitation?"

"Can your hands really stay steady without even a tremor?"

"Is your heart truly so hard that you can face these three familiar faces without feeling the slightest ripple?"

As it spoke, Ji Zuodao's hand sank.

A spine sword with a blood-red blade appeared in his palm.

The sword hilt was cold and uncomfortable to hold.

Ji Zuodao lowered his head and looked at the sword.

He looked up again, watching the three masters who were getting closer and closer.

The third master smiled and said, "Little Ji, I'm your third master~"

Ji Zuodao's hands began to tremble.

It's getting more and more intense.

The knuckles turned white from the exertion, and the veins on the back of the hand bulged.

"Clang!"

The spine sword slipped from his trembling fingers and struck the ground formed from the void of his mind, making a crisp sound.

"really……"

The inner demon crossed his arms and shook his head slightly:

"To kill the person most important to you without any psychological burden... even knowing it's an illusion, is too much to ask of a person."

It's pondering it.

Then Ji Zuodao slowly, very slowly raised his head.

Those usually sly and mischievous eyes were now covered with a thin layer of moisture.

His lips moved, his voice trembling uncontrollably, filled with a heavy sob, as if suppressed for countless years:

"Master...Master..."

As he watched the three figures approach, his eyes grew increasingly red, and his voice trembled so much it was almost falling apart:

"I...I've been waiting for this day..."

"It's been too long... way too long!!!"

The last few words were shouted out!

Hoarse, violent, with a kind of almost manic, volcanic eruption-like ecstasy!

"What?!"

The inner demon was stunned, not yet able to react—

"Bang!!!!!!"

A muffled thud, as if a sandbag had been struck with full force!

Ji Zuodao has made a move!

He leaped forward in one stride, twisting his waist and channeling all his power into his right fist—a move devoid of any fancy techniques.

A solid punch, filled with the overwhelming resentment of "waiting too long," slammed into the face of the third master, who was walking at the front, chewing on a blade of grass, and with the most punchable expression!

"Ouch..."

The illusion of the Third Master didn't even finish a complete sentence before he was sent flying backward by the premeditated and powerful punch.

Then, with a "thud," he fell flat on his back.

Ji Zuodao moved without stopping, following closely like a shadow, and pounced on his prey like a hungry tiger!

He grabbed the third master's collar with his left hand and swung his right arm in a wide arc—

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

With a flurry of left and right slaps, one after another, the blows were crisp and loud, a whirlwind of sound! They echoed in the deathly silence of my mind, producing a teeth-grinding percussion symphony!

As he smoked, he cursed and swore, each word dripping with blood and tears:

"Old Deng! That's why you tricked me into eating shit when I was a kid!"

"Snapped!"

"You dare steal my hard-earned money!"

"Snapped!"

"So you lost the bet and had to use me to pay off your debt!"

"Slap! Slap!"

"Let you..."

He slapped himself harder and harder, and cursed more and more fluently, as if he wanted to slap out all the blood and tears he had accumulated over the past nineteen years of being cheated and deceived.

He slapped her a dozen or so times, then seemed to think the slaps weren't strong enough.

Ji Zuodao then clicked his tongue and stopped, still feeling unsatisfied.

Without even looking, he casually and precisely flicked his left toe across the ground—

"Whoosh."

The fallen spine sword bounced up as if it had a life of its own and landed steadily in his palm.

Hold on tight.

Bow down.

Looking at the illusion of Master San at my feet, whose cheeks were swollen and whose eyes were seeing stars.

He grinned, revealing a bright yet sinister smile.

"laugh!"

The spine blade, without mercy, pierced the heart of the Third Master's illusion.

One poke, one twist, one pull.

Their movements were so skillful it was heartbreaking.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!..."

Then came the second sword, the third sword, the fourth sword... and the thirty-sixth sword!

Every cut pierces flesh, every cut draws blood, every cut is fatal!

After stabbing with thirty-six swords, Master Ji Zuo stood up and gracefully flicked his sword.

Beneath his feet, the phantom of the Third Master was riddled with holes, resembling a tattered rag doll that had been played with and destroyed by a naughty child.

Ji Zuodao let out a long sigh, stood up with his sword as a support, stretched his slightly sore wrists, and showed a satisfied and contented expression on his face.

Then he turned his head.

He looked at the two masters next to him.

His eyes shone even brighter.

"Master chef, second master chef..."

He rubbed his hands together, his smile growing even more amiable.

"Don't rush..."

"One at a time."

"Everyone gets a share."

"Your disciple..."

"It's perfectly fair."

Inner Demon: "..."

It stood with its arms crossed, floating to the side, completely stunned.

no……

and many more? !

What the hell is this development?!

Shouldn't you be unable to bring yourself to do it?

Is it because he can't bring himself to do it?!

This guy's been holding back for way too long, and finally found the chance to go all out!

My inner demon's CPU is about to overheat again.