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

"Hey, I didn't realize you were such a foodie."

Ji Zuodao licked his lips, his eyes scanning the two Su Nuo from head to toe, his gaze like that of someone browsing a market, picking out the freshest piece of meat.

"What a coincidence! I also happen to want to try what the so-called King of Curses is like."

"You have no idea, I caught a giant tengu in your little world before. The wings, when roasted, were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, juicy and delicious. You, the King of Curses, should taste better than a giant tengu, right?"

"What a pity, you only have four arms, that's not enough to go around. My family is large, with elderly parents and young children, and a dog eagerly waiting for its turn. Would it kill you to have a few more arms?"

Upon hearing this, Ryomen Sukuna laughed instead of getting angry.

The laughter was so arrogant that it made the surrounding ruins vibrate.

"Hahahaha!"

"Interesting! So interesting!"

He had been fighting for so many days, and this was the first time he had encountered such an opponent.

The person in front of me immediately started studying how he ate.

This is what a real opponent should look like.

"Then let's devour each other! Hahahaha!"

Liangmian Su Nuo laughed loudly, and his aura suddenly surged.

He didn't boast.

Anyone who's gotten to his level is a shrewd and calculating individual.

He could tell at a glance that the burly Qi cultivator in front of him was not of the same type as the dozens of Yin-Yang Masters he had fought before.

Those Onmyoji look flashy, but they're all just for show; they're all show and no substance.

But what about this one?

He may look carefree and irresponsible, but the fierceness that emanates from his very bones can be smelled from eight hundred miles away.

That's the smell of someone who's actually been killed.

And it tastes like someone who has killed many people.

Ryoumen Sukuna knew very well that with this kind of opponent, you either shouldn't fight, or if you do, you should fight to the death.

So he went straight for the big move.

"boom--!!!"

A towering plume of black gas shot into the sky, causing the air within a radius of several miles to vibrate.

The wind howled, sand and stones flew everywhere, and rubble from the ruins were swept up and hurled around, hitting the barrier wall with a crackling sound.

Those Onmyoji who were watching from afar were blown about by the black aura, unable to stand steadily. Some of the weaker ones were even thrown out, tumbling several times in the air before landing in a sorry state.

Once they regained their footing, they looked up and saw—

Everyone is stupid.

In the center of the battlefield, a colossal three-headed, six-armed Asura rose from the ground, its head reaching the sky and its feet planted firmly on the ground. Its body was as black as ink, and each of its six arms held a magical weapon. Its three heads and six eyes opened simultaneously, emitting a captivating red light.

That Asura's Dharma body was at least several tens of feet tall. When it stood there, it was like a small mountain, blocking out the sky and obscuring half of Shinjuku's sky.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the Dharma Body, casting dappled shadows on the ground, making it look like the end of the world.

"N-Nani?!"

A young Onmyoji stared wide-eyed, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.

"What is that thing?! How can it be so big?!"

Beside him stood an elderly Onmyoji, his face as white as paper. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a single sentence through gritted teeth:

"The King of Curses... he's unleashing his ultimate move..."

"Damn it! So many experts have died in our little world, and we couldn't even force them to use their ultimate moves?!"

Upon hearing this, all the Onmyoji present fell silent.

Yes.

So many people died.

The descendant of Abe no Seimei, hailed as the "strongest of the Heisei era," was cut in half.

The genius of the Tsuchimikado family was riddled with bullets.

The elder of the Hanakain family, along with his shikigami, was smashed into a meat pie.

And those whose names I don't know, rushing forward one after another, are being delivered one after another.

The results of it?

They didn't even show their true strength.

This is fucking...

That's fucking devastating.

Some people with poor mental resilience have started to question the meaning of life.

After all these years of cultivation, what exactly have they cultivated?

In the center of the battlefield, Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up as he looked at the three-headed, six-armed Asura. He smiled as if he had found money, and was extremely happy.

"Alright, alright, I like it, this is barely enough to eat."

Why are you so happy?

Because he realized that this move by Liangmian Su Nuo was not a tactic used by Xiao Ri Zi, but rather by the Han Dynasty.

I think it's called Dharmakaya, it's an old-fashioned name.

The Dharma Body is a cultivation method from the Han Dynasty.

To put it simply, it is an incarnation made from various rare materials, and its form and power are very similar to the current Dharma form.

Nowadays, not many people in the Han Dynasty practice the Dharma Body technique.

It's an obsolete product.

The Dharma body is so precious!

It's made up of all sorts of rare and precious materials, so even a scratch or scrape would be incredibly painful, and repairs would cost a fortune.

Unlike the Dharma form, which can be created at will, broken up and reassembled without much concern, at most it might cause a few spits of blood.

The key is the Dharma Form, which is given to you as a free gift once you reach the Dharma Form stage. It's not expensive and its power is no less than that of the Dharma Body.

Therefore, the art of Dharmakaya has basically been lost.

I have no idea where Ryomen Sukuna learned this outdated stuff.

However, this is not important to Ji Zuodao.

The important thing is—

The image of the Buddha cannot be eaten.

Those were all made from rare and precious materials!

That body is all pure essence!

"Hehehe..."

Ji Zuodao licked his lips and let out a chilling laugh.

"I'm going to slice you up piece by piece, and then I'll cook you in hot pot, grill you, stew you, braise you, steam you... Hey, this Dharma Body thing has a long shelf life, I can eat it for several days."

Upon hearing this, the two Sukuna on the opposite side twitched at the corner of their mouths.

They're already thinking about how to divide him up before they've even started fighting.

Is this kid sure he's got him cornered?

Okay, you have guts.

"Then let's see if you have the ability!"

With a loud shout, Ryomen Sukuna activated his Asura Dharma Body, swinging all six arms simultaneously. The six weapons, imbued with earth-shattering power, crashed down on Ji Zuodao!

That strike caused the wind and clouds to change color and the earth to tremble.

The air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if space itself was about to be shattered by this attack.

Those little Onmyoji were so frightened that they scrambled back, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

However, Ji Zuodao stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

A cold and dark aura erupted from his body!

Blood shot into the sky!

The crimson light was so intense it seemed almost tangible, so thick it couldn't be dissolved, dyeing half the sky a scarlet red, as if the entire world had been soaked in blood.

Immediately afterwards, a colossal Dharma image materialized and took shape amidst the blood-red light.

The Dharma image stood on a twelve-petaled red lotus of karmic fire, draped in a blood-red robe, its face blurred, except for its eyes, which were like two bottomless wells of blood, radiating a captivating light.

He held the Abi Sword in his left hand and the Yuan Tu Sword in his right. Both swords were shrouded in a dense aura of death, and just one glance at them felt like your soul was being sucked in.

Dharma form!

Ancestor Ming He!