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

Ryomen Sukuna was genuinely questioning the meaning of life at this moment.

He stood there, his three heads and six eyes all fixed on the smiling, burly Qi cultivator opposite him, his mind racing with only one thought—

Who the hell is the King of Curses?

He had assumed that the person opposite him was like him.

They're the kind of people who kill without blinking an eye and devour people without spitting out the bones.

But now it seems a bit off.

That guy's ferocity, that evil that emanates from his very bones, is even more intense than that of a proper King of Curses.

If he is a wolf, then the one opposite him is a tiger that has been starving for half a month, whose only thought is how to devour him whole, leaving not even a bone fragment.

Liangmian Su Nuo felt extremely awkward.

He has lived a life of ease and comfort for hundreds of years. When has he ever suffered such humiliation?

Just as he was thinking about it, Ji Zuodao made another move.

With a flash, the Styx Dharma Image clung to him like a ghost, and the Abyssal Sword and the Yuan Tu Sword swung around to strike.

"Swish swish swish"—three swords again.

Ryomen Sukuna hurriedly dodged, but was still slashed on the shoulder by a sword. Another piece of his body flesh was sliced ​​off, somersaulted in the air, and fell to the ground with a "thud," bouncing twice.

"Holy crap!"

Two Su Nuo couldn't help but curse, their three faces filled with resentment.

"Don't you fucking know the rules? Shouldn't this be the trash-talking part? I've already prepared my lines! Can't you just let me finish?!"

No wonder he was angry.

The battle process on Xiao Rizi's side has always been like this—

First, they exchange harsh words, explaining their backgrounds and ideologies, and then they start fighting. After fighting for a while, they exchange another round of harsh words, reminisce about their childhoods, talk about their bonds, and then continue fighting.

How smoothly the process goes directly affects the quality of the battle.

But who is this big man?

They started slicing right away, and kept slicing, not giving him a chance to speak at all.

This is totally not following the script!

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao continued working with his hands, replying with a grin:

"Hey, let's chat and peel them at the same time, it won't interfere with either. Besides, we need to be quick, otherwise they won't be fresh and will affect the taste. You're supposed to be the King of Curses, how come you don't even understand this simple principle?"

"Are you some kind of reincarnated starving ghost?!"

Ryomen Sukuna was completely enraged.

He finally understood that it was pointless to reason with this person.

If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you think I'm Tom the cat?

He simply threw the six weapons to the ground, and simultaneously aimed all six arms at Ji Zuodao. Flames and slashing energy condensed in his palms at the same time, and the light was so intense that it was dazzling.

Flames and invisible slashes rained down on Ji Zuodao like a storm.

The flames were extremely hot; you could feel the scorching heat even from a distance, and the pebbles on the ground were heated until they turned red and hot.

The slashes were incredibly fierce, each one capable of cutting through steel, weaving together in the air into an impenetrable net that sealed off all space for evasion.

The combination of fire and slashing attacks is Ryomen Sukuna's signature move.

With both physical and magical attacks coming at you, where can you hide?

However, Ji Zuodao was not flustered when he saw the overwhelming attack. Instead, his eyes lit up and his mouth stretched almost to the back of his ears.

"Yo ho!"

"Flame and slashing attacks, the chef's two-piece set!"

"Look at you, look at you! Fire and knives! You're a natural-born chef! You're one of those people who's got a natural talent!"

As he spoke, he casually picked up a piece of the Dharma Body's severed limb from the ground and held it close to the oncoming flames.

"Sizzle—!"

The moment the remains of the Dharma body touched the flame, they immediately emitted an enticing sound. The skin quickly turned golden and crispy, and oil seeped out from inside, dripping onto the flame and making a sizzling sound, filling the air with fragrance.

A rich aroma of meat instantly filled the battlefield.

The two Sukuna's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Ji Zuodao took a deep breath, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"It smells good! It smells fucking good!"

Ji Zuodao, from the Styx Dharma Image, directly took a piece of roasted meat, put it in his mouth, and savored it carefully.

The first thing you notice when you put the meat in your mouth is the crispy skin; it cracks with the slightest touch of your teeth, making a "crunch" sound.

Immediately afterwards, the meat juices burst in my mouth, the rich aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of spiritual energy, instantly filling my entire oral cavity.

The meat was incredibly tender, melting in your mouth yet still offering a satisfying chewiness. With each bite, you could feel the rich, vibrant energy dancing on your tongue and blossoming on your taste buds.

How to describe the feeling?

It's as if the essence of an entire sacred mountain has been concentrated into this small piece of meat, with every fiber containing the essence of heaven and earth.

After swallowing, a faint sweetness lingers between the lips and teeth, leaving a long-lasting aftertaste that makes you want to have another bite.

"Um--!!"

Ji Zuodao let out a long, satisfied sigh, opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of little stars.

"It smells amazing! It smells so damn good!"

"No wonder it's a Dharma Body formed from countless rare and precious materials! The taste, the layers of flavor, the aftertaste—it's absolutely amazing!"

"Let me tell you, this one piece of meat would cost at least several thousand top-grade spirit stones in those high-end restaurants in the Great Han Dynasty! And you'd have to make a reservation in advance! The waiting list would stretch to next month!"

As he spoke, he picked up another piece of the Dharma Body's severed limb, brought it close to the flames and the slashing, and chanted as he roasted it:

"Come on, let's keep going! Let's refine the cuts, and lower the heat a bit more; that's what makes it crisp and crunchy!"

Ryomen Sukuna's face turned black in an instant.

It's as black as the bottom of a pot.

Damn it, I'm fighting you to the death, and you're having a BBQ here?

Are you treating me like your personal chef?

Okay, okay, you love to eat so much, right?

I'll let you eat your fill!

Fuming with rage, Ryoumen Sukuna was preparing to intensify his attack, roasting Himezadō and his avatar together into charcoal—

Just then, a figure rushed in from the side, accompanied by a loud shout:

"Brother! I'm here to help you!"

A Dharma image was seen approaching at an extremely fast speed.

This Dharma form—

His face was as white as if powdered, and his lips as red as if painted with cinnabar, revealing his talent.

Her temples, adorned with dark blue clouds, defied the indigo dye; her eyebrows, parted like crescent moons, were as if carved by a knife.

Her battle skirt was exquisitely embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, and her figure was even more magnificent than Nezha's.

He wielded a gun with both hands, exuding a fierce aura, and stepped out of the house, protected by auspicious light.

His witty remarks were as loud as thunder in spring, and his sharp eyes were as bright as lightning.

To know the true name of this demon, one must know that his name, Red Boy, will be known for all time.

Dharma Image! Holy Infant King!

Ryomen Sukuna's heart skipped a beat.

One is enough for him, and now another one is coming?

What the hell is the point of fighting?

However, when Ji Zuodao saw the Dharma image, he not only showed no joy, but his face fell, and he immediately began to curse:

"Help your grandma's legs!"

"If you want a share, just say so! Stop with all this nonsense!"

Ji Zhengdao, having his thoughts exposed, wasn't embarrassed at all. He chuckled, revealing two rows of bright white teeth.

"Hehehe, brother, you are wise and insightful, and my little schemes can't be hidden from you."

As he spoke, he rushed to the center of the battlefield, flicked his fire-tipped spear, twirled it, and directly confronted the two Su Nuo.

"Brother, you eat first, I'll hold you for a bit! I'll take over when you've finished eating!"

Ji Zuodao rolled his eyes, but he was too lazy to stop him.

After all, he's his own brother, flesh and blood of his own flesh. Who doesn't know who he is?

Ji Zhengdao's little schemes were obvious to him.

It's nothing more than seeing him eating so deliciously here, and getting envious.

Ji Zhengdao was originally observing from the sidelines. After all, the two Su Nuo were experts in the Divine Power Realm, and their imposing aura was quite intimidating.

But after looking at it for a while, he felt something was wrong.

This King of Curses, why does he seem like just a figurehead?

Not only are the stats low, but it also lacks a special move, just basic attacks over and over again.

Fire plus slash, fire plus slash, fire plus slash...

It's like a broken record.

You're supposed to be the King of Curses, after all. You've lived for so many years, you must know at least a few secret tricks, right?

For example, a forbidden spell that takes a long time to cast, or a powerful move that requires a sacrifice to activate, or even a self-destruction would work.

But he didn't.

There was nothing there.

It's a standard attack (平A).

Keep using the basic attack (A) skill.

The more Ji Zhengdao looked at him, the more he felt that this guy was just a paper tiger.

What are we waiting for?

Go!

If it's any later, the entire body of that Dharma body will be inside Ji Zuodao's stomach, and then we won't even be able to retrieve it from the water!

So without saying a word, he activated his Dharma form and rushed forward.

"Brother, don't worry, I know what I'm doing! I definitely won't cause you any trouble!"

As Ji Zhengdao spoke, he had already engaged in combat with the two Su Nuo.

The Fire-Tipped Spear danced with incredible skill in his hands, its tip wreathed in crimson flames, each thrust carrying a scorching heat wave.

"You little brat! You're asking for it!"

With a roar, Liangmian Su Nuo unleashed countless slashes towards Ji Zhengdao.

Ji Zhengdao dodged easily with a swift movement, not forgetting to retort:

"Whether you're courting death or not is another matter, but first, stick your ass out; I think that piece of meat looks pretty good!"

Ryomen Sukuna was almost driven mad by that sentence.

Damn it, these two brothers are exactly the same!

They're all here to eat his food!

When did he, the mighty King of Curses, fall to such a state?