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

Ji Zuodao formed a hand seal and smiled brightly, as if he wasn't about to unleash a powerful attack, but rather about to hand out candy to the neighbor's child.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's dharma image in the distance, with its thousands of eyes densely packed together, was now wide open, each one bigger than the last, the golden light in its pupils forgetting to flow—

This hand gesture...this starting posture...

This is fucking weird!

Ji Zuodao stared at the "dumbfounded" Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, his grin widening even further, his white teeth gleaming in the golden fragrance of yellow flowers.

"Old man—"

He drew out the words, each one slurred with a smile:

"Catch it carefully, don't strain your old back."

"Supernatural power—"

"The Netherworld Blood Sea!"

"Boom—!!!"

The whole world seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, and it trembled violently three times.

First, the ground beneath my feet trembled violently, as if countless earth dragons were turning over.

Immediately afterwards, cracks—fine, black cracks like a spider web—spread wildly in all directions from the spot where Ji Zuodao stood!

Artificial hills, pavilions, winding corridors, and the bare, long-lost paving stones covering the ground...

Even the magnificent Huanghua Temple itself was not spared, and was instantly covered with cracks!

"Gurgle... gurgle gurgle..."

At first, it was just a trickle, carrying a strange smell of rust and a sweet, fishy odor, timidly seeping out from the cracks.

The next second—

"boom--!!!"

It was as if the Milky Way had burst its banks, or as if the blood pool of the underworld had overflowed!

Thick, dark red waves of blood, churning with ominous foam, violently erupted from every crack.

In the blink of an eye, the surging blood wave, with its ruthless and all-encompassing force, swallowed up the golden bricks and jade tiles, and submerged the pavilions and towers.

And those dazzling golden flowers...

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

Like pressing a red-hot iron onto snow.

The vibrant yellow flowers didn't even have time to struggle before they quickly turned black, withered, and dissolved in the viscous sea of ​​blood.

Only a few wisps of twisted blue smoke, a mixture of sweetness and stench, remained, rising gently before being quickly swallowed up by an even stronger stench of blood.

In an instant, the entire Huanghua Temple was transformed into a churning, bottomless sea of ​​dark red blood!

"This...this is impossible!!"

Zhou Mu's old face was so interesting at this moment that it could be dyed red—first it turned crimson, then bluish-white, and finally it turned into a dark purple mess.

Is this... truly supernatural power?!

How can a junior at the Dharma Aspect Realm possess supernatural powers?!

Just because he wore the skin of a foreign devil?

No, that's not right! Human skin might lend power, but supernatural abilities are a manifestation of one's realm, an extension of one's own Great Dao.

It cannot be stolen or borrowed!

How can one pass oneself off as something merely by wearing a fake skin?!

Could this little beast really be this monstrous?!

"Old man—"

Above the vast sea of ​​blood, Ji Zuodao stood on one foot atop the surging crest of a blood-red wave, his body rising and falling gently with the waves, as leisurely as if he were splashing in the water in his own backyard.

He raised his hand, wiping away the black blood that had overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and also wiping away the filthy blood that had seeped from his eyes and ears without him noticing. His tone was incredibly sincere.

"Your Taoist temple has bad feng shui; it's filled with bad luck."

"Perfect timing, I have some 'aged blood wine' here, let me give you a thorough cleaning inside and out."

"It's supposed to cleanse and remove dirt, and it even repels insects—oh, but yours doesn't count."

"You bastard!"

Zhou Mu was so angry that his three internal organs were about to explode, but he forcibly suppressed it, squeezing out a sinister sneer through his teeth:

"Fool! The yellow flowers are merely carriers of a strange poison. Do you think that destroying these flowers will neutralize my poison?"

"Every brick, every tile, every blade of grass, every breath... is soaked in poison!"

"You can break through the form, but can you break through this omnipresent 'intention'?!"

"Hey……"

Ji Zuodao spat out another small mouthful of black blood. This time, the blood contained some suspicious fragments, whether it was internal organs or something else, no one knew.

He, however, seemed completely unconcerned, even smacking his lips as if savoring something:

"Really? That's good."

"Let's just stay here and wait it out."

"I'm young and have plenty of blood, I can still vomit for a while."

The playful glint in his eyes slowly drifted to Zhou Mu's old face, scrutinizing him from head to toe, lingering on his slightly trembling beard and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead:

"But you, sir..."

"To perform two supernatural powers in one go, and such delicate work at that...aren't you tired?"

"Is your spiritual energy enough? How's your kidney? Should we eat a couple of goji berries to replenish it?"

"..."

Zhou Mu stopped talking.

That old face looked so ugly, as if he had swallowed a ten-pound weight, which was now stuck in his throat, neither going up nor down.

Oh shit.

What kind of thuggish superpower is this?!

At this moment, the spiritual energy within his body was flowing out wildly like a floodgate being opened.

Of this, maintaining the Huanghua Temple consumes approximately 40%.

But another 60% was actually drawn away by some invisible "pump" and flowed into the churning sea of ​​blood at their feet!

What the hell kind of supernatural power is this?!

Maintaining a domain by draining other people's mana bars without consuming one's own spiritual energy?!

Is there no justice left?! Is there no law anymore?!

How is this any different from your opponent simply taking money out of your wallet as your gambling stake when you're playing cards?!

This is cheating! This is blatant cheating!

Isn't this fucking cheating?!

Referee! Someone's stealing the blue!

Openly and fairly drain the opponent's MP pool!!

Now, Zhou Mu doesn't even have the will to conjure a golden light shield to trap people anymore—

That also consumes spiritual energy! He now wishes he could extract every last bit of spiritual energy, break it into eight pieces, and fill it all into the domain maintenance of Huanghua Temple.

When two supernatural domains collide, it's really a battle of attrition, seeing whose domain can't hold on any longer and shatters into dust with a bang.

He was now hoping that his all-pervasive and extraordinary poison would be the first to completely poison this little bastard into a puddle of pus!

"cough……"

As if hearing his heartfelt prayer, Ji Zuodao swayed on the sea of ​​blood and coughed up another mouthful of black blood.

His face turned even more sallow, and he looked like he was just one step away from kicking the bucket on the spot.

A glimmer of hope had just risen in Zhou Mu's heart.

Then the boy raised his hand, wiped the bloodstains that covered half of his face with his sleeve, grinned, and revealed his small tiger teeth stained dark red with blood.

His smile was so sly and mischievous, it had a whole other kind of wickedness about it.

"really……"

Ji Zuodao muttered to himself, then chuckled.

"That old codger, I never would have guessed..."

It's all because of a lack of education.

Back then, Uncle Zhang quickly saw through the true nature of his half-finished Netherworld Blood Sea.

It relies on the supernatural abilities of others, and its essence is "parasitism" rather than "equality".

That old man, on the other hand, probably still thinks that the Blood Sea Divine Power is clever and special, and is desperately trying to renew it.

Not daring to withdraw his supernatural powers even slightly, he hoped to wear down his opponent with that strange poison.

Ji Zuodao could only reply: You're overthinking it, sir.

Indeed, this potent poison, known as "Three-cent Immortal Poison," is truly formidable and lives up to its reputation.

He was bleeding from all seven orifices, his internal organs felt like they were burning, and it felt like millions of poisonous insects were gnawing at his meridians. He was feeling chills all over his body and his vision was going black...

To say that someone is on the verge of death is by no means an exaggeration.

But—

That only applies to those who are near death.

It's that kind of delicate state where "one foot is already in the gates of hell, but the other foot is still clinging to the threshold, and you're still dancing on the threshold."

He was just one step away from passing away completely.

But it was that last kick...

Want to settle down?

Hehe, it's difficult, really difficult.