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

Ryomen Sukuna feels like he's just a wooden fish right now.

Damn, they've even got a rhythm in their hands.

"Thump—da—thump thump—da—"

If the Diamond Sutra were recited, it would be even more fitting; he could even perform a ritual to liberate himself on the spot.

He's truly stunned by the beating.

He wasn't confused in a physical sense, although he was quite confused in a physical sense too. The few blows Qiqi gave him made him feel like there were six little people spinning and dancing inside his three heads.

Ryomen Sukuna is currently confused at the level of worldview.

He just couldn't understand it.

In his own time, he was invincible in the underworld thanks to his Asura Dharma body.

They fought their way from Kyushu to Shikoku, and from Honshu to Hokkaido.

Onmyoji, ninjas, samurai, and demon-slaying families—they all fled at the sight of him like mice before a cat, some running away, some kneeling, not one daring to even look him in the eye.

He was so powerful back then.

Wherever you go, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood; wherever you go, there are people crying out for their parents.

He just stood there and didn't even have to lift a finger; the person opposite him was already scared out of their wits.

But how come the world has completely changed after I woke up from a nap?

First, a group of burly Qi practitioners appeared out of nowhere and immediately started to study how he ate.

Then the second person came up and immediately started to discuss which piece of meat was the best.

Then even a baby showed up, and I immediately smacked him with a stick, ready to pack him up.

What the hell is this?

So, this mighty King of Curses is just sitting here serving up a buffet for his family?

What he found most unacceptable was that these people each had a dharma image.

Yes, it's something even more advanced than the Asura Dharma Body he painstakingly crafted.

Each one of them had such a perfect expression, as if it were free.

Ryoumen Sukuna felt extremely resentful.

You should know that his Asura Dharma body was something he spent over a hundred years creating, traveling all over the famous mountains and rivers of his hometown, searching for countless rare and precious materials, and then spending another hundred years meticulously refining it.

During that period, he was dirt poor. In order to gather enough materials, he even dug up the kennels of stray dogs on the roadside.

The results of it?

After finally getting it working, I enjoyed it for a few days before suddenly realizing it was outdated.

Just like in the last version, you worked your butt off grinding dungeons and finally got a legendary orange item. Before you could even brag about it for two days, the system told you that the version had been updated and that your item would be like roadside stall goods in the next version, dropped by any random monster.

Do you have to be so ridiculous?

Why don't you just let the stray dogs on the roadside also have a Dharma image?

Ryoumen Sukuna grew angrier and more frustrated the more she thought about it.

He even started to question the meaning of life.

Am I really falling behind the version?

But he immediately dismissed the thought as soon as it crossed his mind.

Pooh!

Who says older versions can't be used?

He refused to believe that with his hundreds of years of combat experience, he couldn't defeat these few young punks.

However, reality soon gave him a resounding slap in the face.

Even with his Asura Dharma Body possessing three heads and six arms, he was still caught off guard and in grave danger when facing the pincer attack from Ji Zhengdao and Qi Qi.

Ji Zhengdao's Fire-Tipped Spear was like a venomous snake, always finding gaps in his defense and sneaking in, striking left and right, up and down, each move aimed at a vital spot.

Needless to say, Qiqi's mourning stick was also terrible. That girl looked so innocent, but she was incredibly ruthless.

Every blow was aimed at the back of his head and lower back, hitting accurately and hard, not at all like a four or five-year-old girl.

Who the hell did they learn this from?

Liangmian Sunu had to defend against guns in front and sticks behind, waving his six arms like windmills, but he still couldn't keep up with both, and ended up with several more cuts and bumps on his body.

He felt incredibly frustrated.

What the hell is this fighting style called?

One was holding the enemy at the front, while the other launched a sneak attack from behind; their teamwork was surprisingly good.

He looks like someone who's always getting his hands dirty.

No, we can't keep fighting like this.

Ryoumen Sukuna gritted his teeth, his mind racing with calculations.

If this keeps going, he'll be worn down by these two sooner or later.

We need to find a way to widen the gap and regroup.

Having made up his mind, Ryoumen Sukuna seized an opportunity, withstood Ji Zhengdao's spear and Qiqi's blow, and used the impact to suddenly pull back, trying to create distance.

He retreated quickly and abruptly, covering more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.

He was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that he had finally gotten rid of those two troublemakers.

Before he could even stand up straight, he felt a sudden tightness around his neck, as if something was choking him.

He looked down and saw that a chain had appeared around the neck of the Asura's body at some point.

The chain was entirely black, covered with densely packed runes, and exuded a sinister chill, looking just like the legendary soul-reaping rope.

Ryomen Sukuna's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly turned around to look—

The white impermanence image behind them had disappeared at some point, replaced by a black impermanence image.

The Black Impermanence figure wore a tall hat, its face was as black as ink, and what it held in its hand was no longer a mourning staff, but a long soul-hooking rope, the other end of which was firmly gripped in its hand.

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

Damn it!

Why does it even have a form-switching feature?!

White Impermanence turns into Black Impermanence, and the mourning staff turns into a soul-snatching rope?

Is this a dharma image or a Transformer?

Qiqi didn't care what the two Su Nuo were thinking.

All she knew was that her brother had said this piece of meat belonged to them and they couldn't let it get away.

Even if it escaped, she had to retrieve it.

"Heave-ho!"

Qiqi called out in a childish voice, and the Black Impermanence Dharma Form tightened its grip on the Soul-Hooking Rope and suddenly exerted force.

The massive body of the Asura Dharma Body, which was tens of feet tall, was actually pulled so hard that it stumbled, and then, like flying a kite, it was dragged back step by step by Qi Qi.

A deep drag mark was left on the ground, and rubble was plowed and scattered on both sides.

The scene was absolutely spectacular.

Ryomen Sukuna was completely dumbfounded.

He was dragged along the ground like a dead dog by a little girl.

When has he, the mighty King of Curses, ever suffered such an insult?

He tried to struggle, but the soul-snatching rope, made of some unknown material, tightened even more with each struggle, until the skin on his neck began to smoke.

He had no choice but to give up struggling and let Qiqi drag him back.

Halfway through, Qiqi switched back to her White Impermanence form, and the Soul-Hooking Rope transformed back into the Mourning Staff.

But she didn't stop. Instead, she swung her mourning stick and struck the legs of the Asura's body.

"Thump—!!!"

With one blow, one of the Asura's legs bent.

"Thump—!!!"

Another blow landed, and the other leg bent as well.

Ryoumen Sukuna grimaced in pain and almost lost his balance.

Qiqi's little brain works incredibly fast.

She figured it out; this big guy's head was incredibly hard, and she couldn't get it dizzy no matter how long she tried to knock it down.

"Since knocking his head out won't stun him, let's break his legs. If his legs are broken, he can't run away. Even if the duck isn't fully cooked, it won't be able to fly."