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

Zhu Cheng's eyes lit up as if they were on fire, and a fierce, reckless glint suddenly appeared in them.

He recalled those silly things that happened when he was a child.

Back then, he was like a puppet on a string. If his elders told him to go east, he wouldn't dare go west; if they told him to beat a dog, he wouldn't dare chase a chicken.

Study hard? Okay, I'll study!

Practice your skills diligently? Okay, practice!

Cultivate diligently? Alright, cultivate!

Should he take on all the messes he doesn't want to deal with? ...Take on them, what else can you do?

That's how he's lived his life.

It's always about living for others.

I've never lived a single day for myself.

Not even a day!

He'd had enough.

He no longer wanted to be a pawn to be molded and manipulated.

"I fucking quit!"

He'd held these words in for decades, and today he finally let them out.

That voice echoed across the sea of ​​blood, carrying an air of nonchalant indifference, as if it didn't care who it was.

Then, without saying a word, he directly dispersed the dragon energy within his body.

Unlike the dragon energy he had previously dissipated, this half of the dragon energy belonged to him and was completely under his control.

This was his trump card; he had originally planned to trade one for one with that bastard Ji Zuodao.

But now...

Do whatever you want, I'm not putting up with this anymore.

The golden, warm, and powerful dragon energy burst forth from his body as if a floodgate had been opened, and in the blink of an eye, it dispersed into the surrounding blood.

His body began to wilt, like a frostbitten eggplant.

His cultivation level plummeted like he was jumping off a building.

Life, like sand in an hourglass, flows out in a rush.

He is not Qiqi.

Even without the dragon's aura, Qiqi is still lively and energetic, and can be fully restored after a good night's sleep.

They have the destiny of a celestial child, are shrouded in a wisp of celestial aura, and possess a stubborn stature that is half immortal and half rigid.

And him? Nothing.

He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who had been nurtured by dragon energy for decades, and the dragon energy had long since become one with him.

Without the dragon's aura, he will soon be meeting the King of Hell.

But he didn't care anymore.

He didn't want to be a pawn anymore.

Although he didn't know what that old bastard, the supervisor, was up to, he figured he was at least a pretty important pawn.

After all, he possesses dragon energy, he is a descendant of the Ming Dynasty royal family, and he is the person in charge of this secret realm.

Without him as a chess piece, the game would probably be much harder to play.

He wanted to see how the chess players would play without him poking around on the board.

Regardless, he's already made a profit by adding some disgusting things to the mastermind's life.

Since I'm going to die anyway, it's worth it to annoy that bastard before I die!

Zhu Cheng closed his eyes, waiting for the Black and White Impermanence to come and lock his soul.

Then, he heard a sigh.

The sigh was not loud, quite faint, as if it had drifted over from a great distance.

But Zhu Cheng heard it clearly.

That was the voice of the supervisor.

"Just as I expected..."

The supervisor's voice echoed in his mind, carrying a sense of disappointment at his son's lack of ambition, yet also a calm acceptance of the situation.

"Most of the Zhu family's bastards are a bunch of good-for-nothings."

"A winning hand, played terribly."

"Alright."

"This body can hold out for about ten more seconds."

"Let's go through this one last time."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Cheng felt a sudden jolt of unease, a sense of foreboding shooting from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He wanted to open his eyes, to move, to resist.

But he found that his body was no longer under his control.

His soul was being squeezed out of his body bit by bit by a domineering force.

He knew that power all too well.

That belongs to the supervisor.

Zhu Cheng's soul was squeezed into a dark, gloomy corner.

He could only watch helplessly as someone else took his body.

Above the sea of ​​blood.

Ji Zuodao was pressing Zhu Cheng's head down, enjoying the thrill of "getting revenge".

He was humming a little tune as he pressed the buttons, looking incredibly smug.

Qiqi sat on the lotus platform, kicking the bloody water with her little feet.

She kicked once, laughed, kicked once, laughed again, her silvery laughter echoing in the twilight.

Everything looks quite harmonious.

Then, Ji Zuodao's eyebrows suddenly twitched.

He felt the head beneath his hand suddenly stop struggling.

Without even thinking, Ji Zuodao let go and patted the Karmic Fire Red Lotus under his buttocks.

The lotus platform shot out with a "whoosh," as fast as a red lightning bolt.

The very next second after the lotus platform was removed—

Zhu Cheng opened his eyes.

Those eyes were no longer Zhu Cheng's original black pupils, but instead gleamed with a chilling golden light.

He reached out and grabbed at Qiqi on the lotus platform.

That speed was eerily fast.

It was so fast that Ji Zuodao didn't even have time to react before the hand caught up with the lotus platform.

Ji Zuodao's pupils suddenly contracted.

My goodness, what kind of incredible speed is that?

Just a moment ago he was being held down in a sea of ​​blood like a dead dog, how did he turn into a superman in the blink of an eye?

But he didn't have time to think about that, because that hand was almost reaching Qiqi.

"Stop him!"

Ji Zuodao let out a loud shout.

From the sea of ​​blood, groups of Asuras emerged one after another like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Those Asuras, with their blue faces, fangs, three heads, and six arms, were hideous and howled as they pounced on Zhu Cheng.

In the sky, swarms of blood-winged black mosquitoes pressed down like dark clouds, a vast, swarming mass that blotted out the sun, encircling Zhu Bao.

Those Asuras and Bloodwing Black Mosquitoes stood in front of Zhu Cheng, forming one impregnable wall after another.

But Zhu Cheng didn't take it seriously at all.

He was like a heavy tank with the accelerator floored, and all the Asuras and Bloodwing Black Mosquitoes blocking his way became as flimsy as paper.

With a single palm strike, the dozen or so Asuras blocking his path were instantly blasted into a bloody mist.

With a kick, he created a large ditch in the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet, sending dozens of Asuras flying like kites with broken strings.

He didn't even glance at the blood-winged black mosquitoes, letting them swarm onto him and bite his skin.

Those blood-winged black mosquitoes bit his skin, making a "sizzling" sound, like mosquitoes biting a piece of metal.

But his skin wasn't even left with a single red spot.

Those blood-winged black mosquitoes spent a long time biting him, but they didn't get anything. Instead, a large number of them were killed by the golden light emanating from his body.

His goal, from beginning to end, was only one—

77.

At this point, three seconds had passed.

Ji Zuodao stood up.

He knew that relying solely on those Asuras and Bloodwing Black Mosquitoes wouldn't be enough to stop "Zhu Cheng".

He has to get involved himself.

He took a deep breath, and his entire being transformed into a colossal Styx image, standing between heaven and earth.

The Dharma image was about a hundred feet tall, entirely blood red, wearing a crown and a blood-red robe, holding two swords, and exuding a majestic aura.

Faxiang raised his two swords and slashed down in a cross shape.

The two swords, with the force to split mountains and cleave seas, slashed down at Zhu Cheng's head.

Where the sword's edge passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

Zhu Cheng's unstoppable momentum finally paused for a moment.

But it only paused for a moment.

He raised his head, looked at the two giant swords that were cleaving down, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

Then, he punched the blades of the two swords.

"Click—"

A crisp sound.

The two swords in Faxiang's hands shattered inch by inch.

Starting from the tip of the sword, it shattered all the way to the hilt, completely disintegrating, leaving not even a single fragment the size of a fingernail.

Ji Zuodao smacked his lips.

Good heavens, this guy is acting a bit too aggressively and irrationally!

No wonder he felt a chill run down his spine just now.

The feeling was exactly the same as when he stole his third master's jade seal last time, intending to run down the mountain to the pawnshop to sell it for pocket money, only to find his third master standing guard at the pawnshop door with a big stick, grinning at him.

It's a primal, instinctive reaction to danger that comes from the very marrow of your bones.

He sensed something was wrong, which is why he ordered the lotus platform to be moved back ahead of time.

In retrospect, his intuition was absolutely right.

This "Zhu Cheng" is not the same Zhu Cheng as before.

This is fucking a scam! They've switched to a different person to boost the game!