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

Deputy Director Liu looked at the twisted dragon-turtle dharma form, which had completely fallen into demonic possession and was roaring as it charged towards him, and snorted coldly:

"Damn it, I've lived most of my life and this is the first time I've ever heard someone say the word 'afraid of death' so confidently."

Before he could finish speaking, his burly body suddenly trembled!

An aura far more ferocious than Wang Dian's surged from his body!

"Moo—!!!"

A deep, guttural roar from a bull tore through the air.

Behind Deputy Director Liu, light and shadow distorted, blood and qi surged, and a huge phantom rapidly solidified!

That was a figure over twenty meters tall, with muscles bulging like cast iron, a pair of curved, skyward-pointing horns on its head, blood-red eyes, and its entire body wreathed in dark red, malevolent flames—

Ox Magic Image!

The moment the Dharma form solidified, a pure and overwhelming sense of power, like an invisible tsunami, swept across the entire battlefield!

Even the exhaust flames of the barrage of artillery shells seemed to dim slightly at that moment.

"Oh my goodness..."

Ji Zuodao lay sprawled on the tank, staring intently, muttering unconsciously:

"Ox... Ox Demon King..."

Although he was shocked, upon closer inspection, he felt that this Dharma image...

That couldn't be more perfect!

This imposing stature, this brute strength, this overwhelming murderous aura—it was practically tailor-made for Uncle Liu!

"You old geezer!"

Deputy Director Liu's voice, transmitted through the magic of the ox, rolled across the sky like muffled thunder, carrying boundless anger and disdain:

Even if you've become a demon...

"In front of me, your turtle shell is just as useless as your spineless body—"

"Completely vulnerable!"

"Moo—!!!"

The bull-mana-shaped avatar roared to the sky, its massive body incredibly agile. With a single step, the earth shook, and it instantly collided head-on with the madly charging black dragon-turtle avatar!

There were no fancy spells or exquisite moves.

Only the most primitive, savage, and violent—

A clash of forces!

"Get in there, you son of a bitch!!!"

The Bull Demon Avatar's massive arm, with muscles coiled like an old tree root, struck first despite being behind, its five fingers forming a fist with blood flames burning fiercely on the edge, and it slammed its fist into the center of the Dragon Turtle Avatar's twisted and ferocious head!

Boom!

A terrifying, teeth-grinding explosion erupted!

The dragon turtle's head was actually severed by this punch, which contained boundless brute force and bloodlust...

Like hammering a nail, it was firmly "nailed" back into the thick tortoise shell!

"Agh—!!"

The demonic shadows that pounced on them were casually grabbed by the other large hand of the Bull Demon Avatar, and torn apart like rags with a "rip" sound, into two pieces of drifting black smoke!

"That's it?!"

Deputy Director Liu sneered, pressing his advantage relentlessly, his bull-like eyes flashing with ferocity.

Giving Wang Dian no chance to catch his breath or struggle, those two mountain-like iron fists began a barrage of attacks like a storm!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom—!!!

The fists flew like mountains, as dense as rain!

Each punch was accompanied by a deafening roar and a heart-stopping cracking sound as the tortoise shell could no longer bear the weight!

The dragon-turtle avatar trembled and wailed wildly under the relentless, pure violence, yet it was utterly powerless to break free.

The cracks on the tortoise shell spread, intertwined, and deepened wildly!

finally--

"Smash it, you son of a bitch!!!"

*Snap—Boom!*

This time, it's not the spread of cracks.

It was a complete and irreversible collapse!

The thick dragon turtle shell, like glass shattered by a tremendous force, exploded into countless fragments burning with purplish-black demonic flames, shooting out in all directions!

Without the protection of its carapace, Wang Dian's true form was completely exposed to the Bull Magician's blood-red gaze, burning with blood flames and looking at him like an ant.

"Get down!!!"

The bull demon transformed his giant fist into a palm, his five fingers like collapsing pillars of heaven, carrying the power to suppress everything, and pressed down with one palm!

boom--!!!

The earth caved in and cracked like soft mud!

A huge palm print-shaped crater, more than ten meters in diameter, appeared in the center of the ruins.

Wang Dian was like a fly that had been swatted flat, deeply embedded at the bottom of the pit.

The distorted phantom of the dragon turtle let out a final, unwilling cry before completely disintegrating and disappearing.

Deputy Director Liu removed the Bull Magic Image, and his burly figure fell from mid-air, landing heavily on the edge of the deep pit.

He remained expressionless, bent down, reached out with his large hand, grabbed Wang Dian's almost inhuman, limp ankle, and "pulled" him out of the pit like a dead dog.

Then, under the watchful eyes of countless people, he swung his arm in a wide arc—

call!

Wang Dian's battered body was violently swung up, traversed a semi-circle, and then slammed heavily onto the hard ground beside him like a broken sack!

Bang! Crack!

Countless more bones have been broken.

"Yes, your Wang family has contributed and shed blood for this great man."

Deputy Director Liu spoke, his voice cold and hard as iron, and as he spoke, his large, iron-like hand swung up again—

boom! !

Another violent crash! Blood, flesh, and rubble flew everywhere.

"But that was the work of your two younger brothers! The blood they shed! What does it have to do with you, Wang Dian!"

boom! ! !

"Have you forgotten who you are?!"

boom! ! ! !

"Where were you, as the eldest brother, when your two younger brothers were risking their lives on the front lines?"

"In your Wang family's gilded and jade-inlaid tortoise shell, you enjoy the peace that they bought with their lives."

Deputy Director Liu's voice was not loud, but every word was like a knife.

"They risked their lives to fight for this peaceful life..."

Bang!!!!!

The last blow was the most powerful and the hardest.

Wang Dian's body lay limp on the ground like mud, unable to make any sound or move except for slight twitching.

"I almost got ruined by you, you old bastard!"

Deputy Director Liu released his grip as if he had thrown away some dirty trash, looking at the pile of "things" on the ground that were almost unrecognizable as human.

Have you ever thought about...?

"When you descend to the underworld and see your two younger brothers..."

"Where do you think you're putting your old face?"

"How dare you...call them 'brother'?"

……

Wang Dian lay paralyzed on the cold ground, his remaining consciousness like a flickering candle in the wind, beginning to drift and regress uncontrollably.

In a daze, he saw it again.

I saw those two boys who always stood up straight, had bright smiles, and whose eyes shone with light.

They stood side by side, full of vigor and high spirits, winning honor after honor for the Wang family and earning praise after praise.

They are the pride of the Wang family, and they are his younger brothers.

but……

So what?

They are dead.

He died in that magnificent, earth-shattering battle.

They died...without a trace.

And I survived.

I enjoyed everything they had risked their lives for: the power of their families, the awe of the people, and the peaceful years...

What did I do wrong?

I just... want to live...

I... I'm right...

With its last vestige of consciousness, carrying this twisted obsession rooted deep within its soul, it sank completely into eternal darkness.

……

Ji Zuodao squatted down next to the puddle of "things", stretched out a finger, and carefully poked it.

The tentacles were soft and mushy, like a pile of meat paste that had been violently mashed and then dried out.

Ji Zuodao curled his lip in disdain.

"The Dharma body was destroyed, the Spirit Palace was shattered, and the Spirit Sea was ruined... This body's flesh, bones, and skin are all mixed together."

He looked pained, as if he had lost hundreds of millions.

"It has absolutely no recycling value! What a waste, such a waste!"

"Woof!"

Dog Master strode over and sniffed the pile of rotten flesh on the ground.

It stretched out its paw and scratched at it.

"Wow! Look at this! The texture... isn't this top-quality hand-beaten beef ball?"

"Even though the spiritual energy has dissipated, it's still flesh from a Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator. The fascia is all torn apart, so the texture might even be more chewy!"

"Don't waste it, don't waste it, kid!"

As he spoke, Dog opened his blood-red maw and sucked the whole thing into his mouth, swallowing it down with a gulp.

"Hmm, it tastes good."