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

Before the words were even finished!

"Pfft—!!!"

Ji Zuodao's two fingers, joined together, moved with lightning speed and ruthlessness, like a poisonous dragon emerging from its lair, piercing straight into the skull of the Wangxiang without any fancy moves.

"Click..."

A tooth-grinding, faint sound of skull cracking.

The exquisite and radiant Dharma protector mantra had no effect whatsoever.

"Heh...heh heh..."

Wangxiang's screams abruptly stopped, like a chicken being choked, leaving only a hoarse sound like a broken bellows in its throat, its slender limbs twitching wildly.

Ji Zuodao's fingers had already penetrated all the way into its skull.

He didn't stop.

The index and middle fingers, inserted into the skull, were slightly bent, gripping something.

Then... pry it up.

The movements were slow and steady, with a chilling patience and meticulousness.

Like a gourmet expert using professional tools to elegantly pry open the hard shell of a top-quality oyster, ready to enjoy the delicious meat inside.

"Grumble... cluck cluck..."

A chilling, muffled sound, as if bones and fascia were being forcibly separated and torn, kept emanating from inside Wangxiang's skull.

Its slippery body seemed to be electrified, convulsing and writhing wildly and violently, its claws digging deep furrows in the ground, and its tail slapping the ground with a loud thud.

But it's no use.

Xiong Meng's large, fan-like hand pressed down on its shoulder, Ao Yan's dragon claws gripped its waist and abdomen, Ni Yu's wind ropes tightened around its limbs, and the claws of seven or eight fox spirits pinned down its kicking legs...

A group of bloodthirsty monsters, in the simplest and most unadorned way, nailed it firmly to the ground, turning it into a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board, only able to watch helplessly as its skull was being cruelly pried open bit by bit.

finally--

"Pop!"

A soft click, like a champagne cork being pulled out.

A piece of irregularly shaped skull, covered in a sticky red and white substance and still attached to some fascia, was pried off completely from Wang Xiang's forehead by Ji Zuodao with his fingers!

Fresh, pink, and slightly pulsating grayish-white brain tissue, exposed to the air, exudes a warm, slippery, and fishy smell.

That Buddhist guardian mantra? It's utterly useless.

So, the old fogies in the cultivation world are sometimes just inflexible.

All they knew was to max out their mental defense and figure out how to resist mental spells.

But can you defend against invisible mental attacks? Can you defend against someone physically attacking you, cracking open your skull, and shoveling food into it with a spoon?

This is what we call—science (physics) breaking through all methods!

Ji Zuodao casually tossed the bloody skull aside like trash, and it rolled to the side of the trash can.

Immediately afterwards, the thickest, slippery black tendon on his body, like a leech that smelled blood, suddenly sprang out, its tip splitting open into a ferocious mouth, and with perfect precision, it pierced into Wang Xiang's exposed, pink brain!

"Slurp—slurp—gurgle..."

A series of extremely unsettling sucking sounds, like sucking on a thick liquid, echoed in the deathly silent office.

That mass of grayish-white brain tissue rapidly shrank, shrank, and lost its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye...

It's like a box of suck-up jelly that's been sucked up by someone.

In just a few breaths, all that remained of Wang Xiang's still relatively intact skull were some dried, fluffy residues and an empty cranial cavity.

The large black tendon contracted contentedly, the top of the organ closed, and something could be vaguely seen slowly wriggling and digesting inside.

Ji Zuodao stood there with his eyes closed, his face covered in blood and grime, making him look like an evil god.

A few seconds later.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes flashed with a terrifying light, and a chilling killing intent that almost solidified into reality!

He squeezed out three words through gritted teeth.

Jinshan Temple.

"The ones who arrested Dog Lord, and the damned bald monk who sent this thing to confuse the situation—"

Ji Zuodao slowly turned his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the wall and landing on the south, a sinister smile curving his lips.

"Abbot of Jinshan Temple, Faming."

The temperature in the office plummeted.

All the monsters exuded murderous intent.

"Good, very good." Ji Zuodao laughed, his voice light and cheerful, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Let's go."

"Let's go to Jinshan Temple now—"

"Greetings to this bald-headed monk, Faming!"

"How dare that bald monk touch my dog?"

"It's just a Divine Treasury Realm? It's just a Bodhisattva level? They're going too far!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao paused for a moment.

Hmm? Something seems off?

The Realm of Divine Treasures? The Bodhisattva Rank?

Isn't this term a bit too high-end?

Ji Zuodao's smile froze a bit. He quickly closed his eyes again and carefully rummaged through the fragments of memory he had just sucked out of Wangxiang's brain, as if he were rummaging through a garbage dump.

That's right.

Abbot of Jinshan Temple, Faming.

Indeed, he is a Qi cultivator at the Divine Treasury Realm.

Moreover, it's not just any ordinary divine treasure; it's a super bald monk who has attained the status of a Bodhisattva!

Although this Bodhisattva status is like the difference between a diploma mill and a 985 university compared to the Bodhisattva status in the Western Paradise.

But in the human world, you can basically do whatever you want.

"..."

Ji Zuodao remained silent.

What level of cultivation does Master Dog have again?

It looks like a Dharma image?

Why would a mere demon in the Dharma Aspect Realm make a proper Qi cultivator in the Divine Treasury Realm, who has attained the status of a Bodhisattva, personally take action to capture it?

This is like Sun Wukong raising a flag and rebelling on Flower Fruit Mountain; it didn't alarm the Giant Spirit God, Nezha, or even Erlang Shen—

It was Pangu, the creator of heaven and earth, who personally descended to earth with an axe to chop him down!

Is this even reasonable?

This plot doesn't make sense!

The temperature in the office dropped a few degrees.

The group of monsters looked at each other, their earlier united spirit now deflated like a punctured balloon.

"What a coward!"

Ji Zuodao suddenly spat, startling all the demons.

The bewilderment and lingering fear on his face vanished instantly, and he returned to his usual arrogant and unruly demeanor, even rolling his eyes.

"Look at your pathetic self! You're scared to death by a mere Divine Realm cultivator?"

He looked around, heartbroken: "If you can't beat them, can't you call for reinforcements?!"

"Shake...shake people?" The demons were taken aback.

"Nonsense!" Ji Zuodao slapped his thigh, spitting almost onto Xiong Meng's face. "Are you all just there for show? Huh?"

He pointed at them one by one with his fingers:

"Aren't your parents and grandparents like the Monkey King? They can stomp their feet and the mountains will collapse! And you too!"

He pointed to the group of fox spirits:

"Under the command of the Goddess of Ailao Mountain! Isn't that a strong enough claim?"

"They always brag about how amazing their families are, but when it really comes down to it, they chicken out?"

Ji Zuodao got more and more excited as he spoke, took out his phone, and tapped the screen repeatedly with his fingers:

"Make phone calls right now! Send messages! Use your demon race's fastest communication methods! Call your fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, aunts, uncles, and cousins—everyone who can fight, can withstand physical force, and can intimidate people!"

"Just say you were bullied in Jinghai! Even your old dog was kidnapped! The kidnapper is Abbot Faming of Jinshan Temple, a Shenzangjing, a Bodhisattva! Ask them if they'll do anything about it!"

As he spoke, he started scrolling through his phone's contact list, muttering curses under his breath.

"Damn it, Dog Boss has a formal position in our 749th Bureau! He's got all the benefits!"

"You've kidnapped a government-affiliated dog of the Jinghai 749 Bureau on Jinghai's territory!"

"This isn't just a slap in the face to me, it's a slap in the face to Bureau 749! A slap in the face to Director Zhang and Director Liu! A slap in the face to the entire Extraordinary Affairs Management Agency of the Great Han Dynasty!"

"He's gone too far!"

"I'll call Uncle Zhang and Uncle Liu first, then I'll call my master. Today we'll sing a play about the flood of Jinshan Temple."