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

Zhou Mu stared intently at Death, his heart filled with doubt and uncertainty, yet he forced himself to speak with conviction, shouting sharply:

"Playing tricks! You're nothing but a wicked, unorthodox deity who steals offerings and has a hollow foundation. How dare you be so presumptuous before our ancestor?!"

"Smash it for me!"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's Dharma form glared fiercely, its thousand golden pupils shining brightly. The ancient bronze sword in his hand hummed and trembled as he slashed down fiercely at the giant scythe wrapped in death energy!

Swords and sickles clashed, creating a thunderous explosion!

As the shockwave rolled, it actually caused the black aura around the Grim Reaper to dissipate, and he staggered back several steps.

"Hahaha! He really is all show and no substance!"

Seeing this, Zhou Mu felt somewhat relieved, burst into wild laughter, and urged his Dharma Form to launch a fierce attack. The sword light was like a waterfall, aiming to completely shred this evil thing.

However, after about ten rounds, the smile on his old face began to fade.

wrong.

That's not right.

At first, Death was indeed struggling, unable to lift his head under the pressure of the sword light, and could only wield his giant scythe to parry.

But as the fighting went on...

The force with which that ferocious giant scythe was swung was so great that each swing was heavier than the last.

The deathly aura surging beneath that black cloak seemed to grow thicker with each layer.

Two scarlet eyes gleamed from the shadow of the hood, chilling to the bone, making one's very soul tremble!

"clang--!!!"

It was another straightforward, hard-hitting clash.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's Dharma form was so shocked that his tiger's mouth went numb, and the ancient bronze sword wailed as it swung upwards, leaving the central gate wide open!

"How is that possible?!"

Zhou Mu was terrified and hurriedly activated his Golden Eyes to release golden light to protect himself, barely managing to block the black scythe that swept towards him.

Through the surging energy turbulence, his terrified gaze was fixed on the edge of the sea of ​​blood, on the figure that hadn't moved much.

Ji Zuodao was seen sitting cross-legged on the surging waves of blood.

His face remained sallow, and foul blood continued to flow from his seven orifices.

But his eyes were frighteningly bright, and the corners of his mouth even held a hint of what could be described as a pleasant smile.

Then, Zhou Mu witnessed a scene that nearly shattered his Dao heart.

Ji Zuodao lowered his head and looked at his withered chest.

Then, he extended his right hand, his five fingers joined together, and dark energy pulsed from his fingertips, transforming into the sharpest blade.

"Pfft."

It was crisp and clean, with a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

With a smile on his face, he personally cut open his own chest.

There were no screams, no hesitation, not even a furrowed brow.

It felt as if they weren't cutting into their own flesh and blood.

Dark red, almost black, blood that no longer resembled that of a living person gushed out.

He paid no attention, and with a flick of his wrist, he reached into the horrifying wound and groped around for a few moments.

Then, with a sudden yank!

He held a dark heart, still pulsating slightly but shrouded in a thick aura of death, in his hand and pulled it out, dripping with blood!

The moment the heart left the body, it transformed into a pure yet malevolent stream of dark energy, like smoke and mist, and instantly disappeared into the distant phantom of the Grim Reaper.

Death shuddered, and his aura suddenly surged!

"Well……"

Ji Zuodao let out a muffled groan, his body visibly withering further, his face completely losing its color, turning ashen like old paper on a grave.

But he grinned and smiled silently.

The movements continued.

The blood-stained hand reached into the chest cavity once more.

This time, they pulled out a liver that was dull in color and covered in black mist.

It too transforms into energy and flies towards death.

The energy is rising again!

Next, the spleen, then the lungs...

Finally, he even reached into his abdomen and slowly, bit by bit, pulled out a long section of winding, knotted, black intestines that reeked of decay!

"Sizzle..."

The viscous, chilling sound of flesh and fascia separating was terrifyingly clear on this battlefield where only the roar of energy and the clash of scythes could be heard.

With each organ torn out and each offering made, the power of the Grim Reaper in the distance increased, and his scythe swung with even greater ferocity.

Ji Zuodao's aura weakened further, and his appearance became even more like a skeleton.

But the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the smile on his lips grew stronger and more maniacal.

"Thump."

When the last piece of intestine turned into energy and entered the body of the Grim Reaper, Ji Zuodao's body, which was almost just a skin and bones, swayed and almost fell into the sea of ​​blood.

With his eyes, which were now almost nothing but holes, he "looked" at the distant, lifeless image of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.

"Heh...heh..."

The damaged vocal cords emitted a hoarse laugh, like a broken bellows, mixed with blood and foam:

"Old... thing..."

"I... have nothing else..."

"It's just... there are a lot of parts..."

"Enough..."

At this moment, Zhou Mu was truly in a state of utter disarray, his three souls leaving his body and his seven spirits ascending to heaven, his old face twisted beyond recognition.

He looked at Ji Zuodao's empty chest, now just a terrifying black hole, and then at the death god in the distance, whose death aura was overwhelming and whose ferocity was surging, now turning the tables and forcing his own Dharma form to retreat step by step...

A tremor, a mixture of absurdity, chilling cold, and unparalleled terror, shot from the tailbone straight to the top of the head.

madman!

This guy is a complete, utterly incomprehensible madman!

You're insane!!!

Who would cut themselves open in the middle of a fight and offer their heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and intestines as a sacrifice?!

Aren't you in pain?! Aren't you afraid of dying?!

No...that's not right...

Zhou Mu suddenly realized an even more chilling fact.

This kid... seems genuinely fearless.

Or rather, with his grotesque appearance, he should have died ten or eight times over!

But he just won't die!

Not only did he not die, he could even laugh as he disassembled himself and used the parts as fuel to feed that evil god!

What the hell is that monster?!

"Bang—!!!"

Another heavy blow.

This time, the bronze ancient sword in the hands of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's Dharma Image was actually cleaved with a clear crack by that deathly giant scythe!

The Dharma Image trembled with golden light, and its thousand golden eyes simultaneously revealed pain and horror.

The power emanating from that sickle was many times stronger than before!

Death, having gained the upper hand, relentlessly swung its giant scythe into a black storm of death, carrying with it the mournful howls of countless souls, and launched its final, most ferocious attack on the already exhausted Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's Dharma form!

Zhou Mu's eyes were bloodshot, and only one thought remained in his mind as he frantically shouted:

"run!"

"This place, these lunatics, this fighting style... it's unplayable!!"

At that moment, Zhou Mu caught a glimpse of the mocking gaze of Hime Sadao on the Blood Sea out of the corner of his eye.

That's it?

Persuaded?

Should we run?

Those words were clearly written in his eyes.

A surge of shame, anger, and rage rushed to the top of his head.

run?!

While I, an old man, have traversed countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, your ancestors for eighteen generations were still playing in the mud, you little bastard!

Damn it, I'm getting old, I'm really going backwards as I get older!

Are you really scared off by a junior using such a crazy fighting style that hurts the enemy a thousand and yourself a thousand two?

Since achieving fame and fortune, and being respectfully addressed as "Ancestor," he has become accustomed to being high and mighty, to planning carefully before acting, and to obtaining the greatest benefit at the lowest cost...

When did that youthful, reckless spirit of risking one's life for a better future, that daring to cause trouble, get worn down?

"I'm not running anymore!"

Zhou Mu let out a low growl, his voice hoarse yet filled with burning determination.

I refuse to believe that I'm inferior to this brat's tattered bones.

耗！

Let's see who wears out the other first!

"kill--!!!"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's Dharma Form let out a deafening roar and launched an attack!

It was no longer the effortless way the powerful patriarch crushed the younger generation.

It's not about street thugs risking their lives, but about the ruthlessness of someone who picks up a brick and doesn't care about anything else!

The sword and scythe clashed once more with a deafening roar!

Death was struck by this sudden, completely different, and wild attack, causing him to stagger slightly backward.

As Zhou Mu staggered backward from the recoil, he felt the pent-up frustration in his chest, which had been building up for countless years, finally released with a satisfying burst of energy from this sword strike.

A long-lost, scalding, rusty-smelling sense of exhilaration surged up my spine.

Yes! That's exactly the feeling!

Forget about supernatural powers and tricks, all that's needed is to manipulate people's hearts!

Back in the day, when I faced an enemy with a higher cultivation level than me, I relied on this crazy spirit of "being willing to risk my life to pull the emperor off his horse" when I was carrying a chipped, broken knife!

afraid?

What's there to be afraid of!

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord steadied himself and, instead of retreating, roared and charged forward again with his sword!

For a time, the battle raged on, sparks flew, and roars and the clang of metal echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

An unnatural blush appeared on Zhou Mu's aged face, a sign that his spiritual power and blood energy had been pushed to their limits.

He felt his long-dormant heart, smoothed out by the years, begin to beat again, finding its youthful rhythm once more.

happy!

That felt so good!

He even had the leisure to glance triumphantly and fiercely at Ji Zuodao on the distant sea of ​​blood out of the corner of his eye.

Kid, did you see that?

Old ginger is spicier!

When this old man goes mad...

Ok?

Just as the old man's youthful passion was about to reignite in Zhou Mu's heart...

He caught a glimpse of it.

Upon catching a glimpse of the sea of ​​blood, Ji Zuodao's withered face, which was almost nothing but a skeletal outline, slowly broke into an extremely strange smile.

The burning passion that had just ignited in Zhou Mu's heart inexplicably cooled down.