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

When Ryomen Sukuna heard what Qiqi was muttering, he was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Damn it, this is outrageous!

Has the mighty King of Curses been reduced to being beaten up by a mere baby?

Don't I have any pride?

"Die, all of you!!!"

Ryomen Sukuna was completely enraged.

He exploded.

A terrifying aura suddenly exploded from his body, causing the surrounding air to vibrate and buzz.

He roared, raised one foot, and with a powerful kick, slammed it into the chest of the White Impermanence image.

He used all his strength in that kick, making it powerful and heavy, with an overwhelming force.

The white impermanence image was kicked backward and sent flying through the air in an arc before crashing to the ground with a loud bang, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Dharma image began to dissipate in the air, and by the time it fell to the ground, it had completely vanished.

Qiqi fell out of the Dharma image and landed on her bottom with a thud.

"Ouch……"

Qiqi rubbed her sore bottom, her little mouth pouting, and her eyes filled with tears.

Liangmian Su Nuo kicked Qi Qi away, and seeing her fall out of the Dharma image and land on her butt, he finally felt a little better.

He grinned, just about to turn around and deal with Ji Zhengdao—

Suddenly it felt like it was getting dark.

It's really dark now.

Ryomen Sukuna's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly raised his head.

Then he froze.

He was surrounded by five Dharma images, so tightly that not even a fly could escape.

In front of her was Zhao Ya's image as Princess Iron Fan, holding a banana leaf fan, with phoenix eyes full of majesty and a face as cold as ice. Standing there, she was like a wall.

On the left is the image of Ji Zuodao's Styx Ancestor, standing on a twelve-petaled karmic fire lotus, with the Abi Yuantu swords hanging beside him, surrounded by blood-red light and exuding murderous aura.

On the right is Ji Zhengdao's Holy Infant King Dharma Image, holding the Fire-Tipped Spear, with Samadhi True Fire leaping and churning on the spear tip.

Above his head was the image of the Peacock King, with five-colored divine light flowing around him. His eyes coldly looked down at him, as if he were looking at a piece of meat on a chopping board.

As for what comes next—

Qiqi wiped away her tears, her little nose twitching. The image of Bai Wuchang (White Impermanence) materialized behind her again, slung his mourning staff over his shoulder, and his little face was full of "I'm very angry".

Five dharma images, in five directions, completely surrounded the two sides of Su Nuo.

How to describe the scene?

It was like five burly men cornering a frail young woman in a dead end.

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, there is no escape.

Cold sweat poured down Ryoumen Sukuna's forehead in an instant.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

It trickled down my cheeks, and you could hear it dripping onto the ground.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

What did he do?

All he did was kick me.

Ji Zuodao's tone carried an indescribable chill:

"You son of a bitch, how dare you kick my Qiqi? I wouldn't even dare to hit her normally. Mom, I want to eat dumplings."

"Okay, remember to chop the meat into smaller pieces."

When Ryomen Sukuna heard this conversation, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, when he heard five voices rang out almost simultaneously, in unison, crisp and clear:

"Get him!"

The next second, all five Dharma Masters moved simultaneously.

The scene was simply indescribable.

The Styx Ancestor's Dharma Form made the first move, with the Avici Sword and the Yuan Tu Sword transforming into two blood-red rainbows that crossed and slashed out, leaving two deep, bone-revealing cross-shaped wounds on the chest of the Asura Dharma Form.

Before Liangmian Su Nuo could even scream, the Holy Infant King's Fire-Tipped Spear arrived, piercing his inner thigh. The Samadhi True Fire on the spear tip drilled into the wound, burning him so much that he roared and jumped up.

His jump caused his head to collide with the five-colored divine light emanating from the Peacock King's image above him.

The five-colored divine light pressed down like a five-finger mountain, directly slamming his Asura Dharma body into the ground, creating a large crater and sending dust flying.

Princess Iron Fan's image stirred at this moment, and she gently fanned herself with her banana leaf fan—

A sudden gust of wind rose from the ground, swirling the Asura's body around in the pit several times, like a washing machine, leaving the two Su Nuo figures completely disoriented. Their three heads collided, and the sky was filled with golden stars.

Before he could even recover, he was hit hard on the back of the head again.

"Thump—!!!"

Qi Qi's White Impermanence form somehow appeared behind him, swung its mourning staff in a wide arc, and smashed it into the back of his head, almost making his eyeballs pop out of their sockets.

"This is to repay you!"

Qiqi's childish voice came from the Dharma image, carrying a stubborn streak.

Then another blow.

"This is the interest!"

"Thump—!!!"

"This time...this time it was...it was me who wanted to hit him!"

"Thump—!!!"

With each sentence Qiqi spoke, he would strike the head with his stick, leaving the three heads of the two Su Nuo with bumps all over them, big ones piled on top of small ones, and small ones piled on top of medium ones, like a string of candied hawthorns.

Ji Zuodao watched from the side, not forgetting to offer a few words of guidance:

"Yes, yes, hit the back of the head, there's less meat and more bone there, it'll make a loud noise!"

"Qiqi, move to the left, don't block your aunt's fan."

"Zhengdao, turn the fire down a bit, don't overcook the meat, we still need to chop it into minced meat later!"

"Hey, don't just stand there watching, give him another hit!"

And so, the five Dharma images began a new round of ganging up on each other.

The Avici Sword slices off the shoulder, the Yuan Tu Sword cuts the thigh, the Fire-Tipped Spear pierces the kidney, the Banana Leaf Fan makes one tumble, the Five-Colored Divine Light presses down, and the Mourning Stick hits the head.

The five of them worked together so well, one after another, without a single pause, their performance flowing smoothly and seamlessly.

Two-faced Su Nuo was beaten so badly he rolled on the ground. His three heads and six arms had become a burden—he was too big a target and got beaten up everywhere.

He tried to fight back, but as soon as he raised one arm, he was slashed by the Avici Sword; as soon as he tried to stand up, he was knocked down by the Banana Leaf Fan; as soon as he opened his mouth to curse, a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire poured in, choking him and making him cough.

He had never fought such a frustrating battle before.

Really.

there has never been.

He has lived a carefree life for hundreds of years, what storms hasn't he seen?

But he had never seen this kind of fighting style before.

This is not a battle, this is a hunt.

He is not the king of curses; he is the prey being chased and driven around.

"Awooo—!"

"howl--!"

"Awooo! A ...

Before long, shouts from both sides of Su Nuo could be heard on the battlefield.

The voice, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes melodious, sometimes stern, with its ups and downs, was like a symphony of fate without lyrics.

The Onmyoji in the distance were all dumbfounded, their jaws nearly dislocating.