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

No, is that right?

The Onmyoji player in the game "Little Life" was already prepared to "watch an epic battle".

According to their familiar procedures, how should this scene proceed?

It's bound to be a back-and-forth exchange of blows for dozens of rounds, with one side seemingly gaining the upper hand and about to win, only to be overturned in the next episode.

The other side seemed to have lost, but in the next episode, they were fully revived by the words "bonds," "partners," and "dreams."

Finally, the protagonist makes a grand entrance, radiating golden light, with the souls of all his fallen teammates standing behind him. While shouting "The will of all of us," he unleashes a devastating attack that can destroy the world, instantly killing the enemy.

This is the normal procedure, this is passion, this is the script they've watched since childhood!

But what about the scene before us?

Five burly Qi cultivators surrounded and kicked the arrogant King of Curses, who had just beaten dozens of experts to a pulp.

A true circle kick.

It doesn't involve any technical skill, but it exudes a sense of solidity.

Several Onmyoji's eyelids twitched, and after holding back for a long time, they finally couldn't help but start whispering among themselves.

"Waaah... I'm actually starting to feel sorry for Ryomen Sukuna. Listen to how pitifully he's screaming."

"Who says otherwise? Just a moment ago I thought he was pretty scary, all that black aura, those three heads and six arms, it was terrifying to look at. But now? Looking at him, I just feel he's weak, pitiful, and helpless."

"Hey, don't you guys think this scene looks familiar? Isn't this fucking bullying?"

"Hmm... So, back then I was bullying others like that too."

"How dare you say that?"

"Sigh, this reminds me of my youth. Who hasn't been young before?"

"No, is this right? Five against one, and the whole family comes together? How shameless!"

"That's why it's hereditary."

"rational."

Ryomen Sukuna truly felt weak, pitiful, and helpless at that moment.

He was truly wronged.

From childhood to adulthood—no, from childhood to adulthood for hundreds of years—he has always been the one who bullies others.

In all his life, this was the first time he had ever been pinned to the ground and beaten like this.

They really beat them to death, not even giving them a chance to beg for mercy.

Several times, he finally managed to open his mouth, brewing up a bellyful of harsh words, but before he could even utter them, he was met with several hard slaps across the face.

All three heads were taken care of; not one was left out.

That's what you call getting everyone involved equally.

"Could you please—"

His response was a powerful horizontal slap with the sword of Avici.

"I fucking—"

His response was a burst of Samadhi Fire splattered across his face.

Ryomen Sukuna truly understood this time.

This group of people had no intention of communicating with him at all.

They even skipped the part where they were making tough statements.

For the first time in his life, he longed to talk to someone. Even if the other person insulted him, he could still follow the conversation, show his unruly side, and retort with a few sarcastic remarks, so that he could at least die with some dignity.

And what did they do? They kept slapping him across the face.

If it were just being beaten, Ryoumen Sukuna could grit his teeth and bear it. But when he looked down, he almost fainted.

Those people have already started cutting off his Dharma body.

Some were pressing heads, some were pressing hands, some were pressing feet, and someone was even sharpening a knife nearby.

That scene didn't look like a fight; it looked like a pig being slaughtered.

He's like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

No, he's not even as good as a pig. At least a pig can grunt, but he gets slapped even for grunting.

Moreover, these burly men who practiced Qi cultivation were quite professional; they cut the pieces very neatly.

The thigh meat was separated into thigh meat, tenderloin meat into tenderloin meat, and pork belly meat into pork belly meat, each piece neatly arranged like samples displayed on a meat counter at a market, with someone even responsible for sprinkling seasonings on them.

While giving instructions, Ji Zuodao muttered, "Don't touch that piece, keep it for filling; don't touch that piece either, I'll roast it for Dog Master later; don't worry about that one, I'll handle it myself."

Ryomen Sukuna's heart skipped a beat.

No, this Dharma body cannot be kept.

He finally understood that these people weren't there to fight him, but to dismember him.

If he stays hidden inside this body any longer, it won't be long before these people completely dissect him from the inside out.

At that point, let alone escape, they probably won't even be able to get a complete corpse.

With that thought in mind, Ryoumen Sukuna didn't hesitate. Taking advantage of everyone's attention being focused on his pitiful Dharma body, he spotted a blind spot, threw the Dharma body away, and his real body rushed out with a "whoosh".

The speed was as fast as a rabbit's; it even left afterimages of its shadow.

"Hahaha! You're dumbfounded, aren't you! This is my escape route!"

Ryomen Sukuna ran while laughing wildly, secretly pleased with himself.

So what if you guys are tough? I still managed to get away! Once I get back and calm down, I'll settle the score with you all! You guys feel sorry for that little one, huh? I'll beat him up every day when I get the chance.

Thinking this, he realized it was getting dark.

It's really dark now, a completely different brightness from just a second ago.

Ryomen Sukuna's smile froze, and he turned his head away blankly.

Then he saw that the Peacock King statue of Dog Lord had somehow gotten behind him, its wings spread, casting him into shadow.

The distance was so close that he could see the reflection in the Buddha's eyes, seeing it so clearly, distinctly, and vividly.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Doggy opened his mouth slowly, his voice carrying a lazy air.

"Come obediently into my stomach. If you're capable, you can burst out of my belly; if you're not, then forget about anything else and just wait to turn into dog shit."

Ryomen Sukuna was completely dumbfounded.

Holy crap! This looks like the image of that dog!

What the hell is this place called Dahan? How can even a stray dog ​​on the roadside have a divine form?

Who the hell would believe this? He spent over a hundred years cultivating a Dharma body, but in the Han Dynasty, upgraded versions of the Dharma body are as common as free. Not only do people have one, but even dogs are getting in on the action!

Ryomen Sukuna felt a chill run down his spine, and his mind was racing:

That's it, it's really over. He's surrounded by wolves in front, tigers behind, and now even dogs are coming at him. What's the point of him running?

Could it be that the ultimate fate of this mighty King of Curses is to turn into a pile of dog poop?

Just when Ryomen Sukuna thought he was doomed, the Peacock King image of Dog Lord suddenly stopped.

Not only did it stop, but it also looked up in terror.

Ryoumen Sukuna was taken aback. What's going on? What's in the sky? He subconsciously looked up as well.

The sky was filled with nothing but dark clouds.

A huge, dark mass, no one knows when they gathered, so densely packed like a pot lid, covering the entire Shinjuku.

The air was stuffy and heavy, making it hard to breathe, and you could vaguely hear a series of low rumbling sounds coming from deep in the clouds, as if something was churning inside.

Huh? Why are these dark clouds getting bigger and bigger?

Not right.

This is definitely not right.