Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

She watched the bloodied figure still charging forward in the battle circle, and her lips twitched slightly: "Honestly, investing with you requires a heart stronger than others."

Chapter 157 Revenge

On the open ground, Zhang Xiang was knocked back by another punch. He used the momentum of his retreat to flip in mid-air and spread out a pair of huge blood wings from his back. Blood condensed into sharp spikes at the tips of the wings. He turned into a blood-red afterimage and crashed into Kamo Noriyuki.

At the same time, his blood-stained blade slashed down again. Kamo Noriyuki parried, and when the blades met, Kamo pressed down on the bulging figure, pushing him back half a step.

The two exchanged several blows in a single second, each clash sending up a cloud of blood mist. The corroded grass on the ground was smoking, and the air was filled with a stench.

He retreated and created distance, but was suppressed; every move he made was within the opponent's calculations.

Kamo Kenjiro did not pursue him. He stood still, his blood-stained blade hanging at his side, looking at him with an almost approving gaze.

"Your Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique is quite good. It seems that the 150 years of sealing have not made you waste your time. As my son, you are very talented."

"Shut up." Zhang Xiang clasped his hands together, spread his fingers, and activated his hundredfold power.

Blood flowed rapidly in his veins, dozens of blood droplets compressed to their limit floated around him, and a large amount of blood was drawn out of his body.

An ordinary person would have died long ago from blood loss to this extent. Even if the Kamo family had a return bag, they wouldn't dare to use it like this. But he has a special constitution, and his curse power can be continuously converted into blood. This level of consumption is just the beginning for him.

"Don't call me son! You don't deserve to be a father, you never have!!"

All the blood droplets exploded at the same time.

This is Bailian Supernova.

Dozens of fine blood streaks shot out from his body simultaneously, weaving a blood net with no blind spots, enveloping him and rushing towards Kamo Noriyuki, exploding several holes in his stiff torso.

He looked down at the hole in his chest, then raised his hand to brush away the tattered fabric covering his chest, revealing his body supported by magical power.

"Your Supernova skill is also quite good, with an initial velocity approaching Mach 1.2... Your level has already surpassed that of most level one sorcerers in terms of blood penetration."

His bulging eyes twitched; at this point, any instruction he received would only enrage him more than any insult.

"Blood Piercing!" Zhang Xiang clasped his hands together again, and a Blood Piercing shot out from his fingertips.

Kamo Noriyuki's body suddenly swelled up, his red scales pulsated, his body temperature soared, and his blood flow accelerated exponentially.

Blood grazed his ear, shaving off a small patch of hair. As he brushed past, he accelerated, his feet exploding as he closed in on the swollen figure, his left fist, encased in a carapace of congealed blood, slamming down.

Zhang Xiang braced himself with his arms in front of his chest to receive the blow, and the fist slammed into his arms, the impact sending him flying backward.

Zhang Xiang forcefully activated the Crimson Scale Leap, instantly increasing his power by several times, and managed to deflect the punch.

Using the pop-up window, he swung his arms wildly, summoning several hard lumps of congealed blood—the Bloodstained Litter.

Fist-sized blood clots bombarded the area like cannonballs. Kamo Kenji switched stances, from offense to defense, and slashed the Bloody Claws several times, shattering them one by one.

The shattered blood clots exploded into a cloud of blood mist between the two men, and white smoke rose between them.

The blood mist had not yet dissipated, and no one stopped fighting.

Red scales leaping against red scales leaping.

Zhang Xiang disregarded his own exhaustion; he only wanted to make this man pay the price, he just wanted him dead!

"Aside from those two techniques, you probably haven't practiced anything else." Kamo Noriyuki said calmly, his tone suddenly changing from commentary to sarcasm.

"But thinking about it, it makes sense. After being locked in a container for so many years, all I could study was the blood on my own body."

"You actually dare to mention containers." Zhang Xiang raised his eyes, his pupils burning with two dark red reflections from the other's eye sockets.

The hundred-fold blood exploded in his palm, the blood droplets condensing into a denser and brighter barrage than before.

When the other party mentioned the container, all the old and new grudges surged up, and the compression of the blood actually broke through the previous limit.

"You know what? I've never considered you my father since the day I was born."

After spitting out his words, Zhang Xiang pushed all his magical power to its limit.

Bai Lian floated around him, dozens of blood beads were compressed to the extreme. He gathered all the blood, compressed it again and again, and poured all the curse power into this final blow.

Kamo Noriyuki suddenly stood still.

In the corner, the skull and saddle were...

She looked down at her fading fingertips, then looked up at the father and son facing each other in the distance, separated by a blood feud spanning 150 years.

"It's time. But it was a wonderful encounter."

She muttered to herself, a hint of regret in her voice.

The body supported by the Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique was something that shouldn't exist in the first place; it's enough that it's been maintained for so long.

Anyway, she had seen what she wanted to see. As for this empty shell, she would leave it to her son as a gift. She withdrew her spell, turned around, and disappeared into the depths of the shadows of the trees with the water clock.

The last trace of expression vanished from Kamo Noriyuki's stiff face. His dark red eyes, devoid of their former control, stared blankly ahead at the blood-soaked figure.

The expansion phase simultaneously detonated the dozens of blood droplets, unleashing a "Hundredfold Expansion - Supernova!"

All the blood beads compressed to their limit exploded simultaneously on Kamo Noriyuki's chest, shooting into the sky with bloody light. A shallow crater was blasted into the ground, and the shockwave swept the surrounding decaying leaves and rubble into the air.

Kamo Noriyuki was blown to pieces. There was no flesh or blood in the broken body. That body was the only person he had ever hated. No, it wasn't human. It was a monster in human skin.

Zhang Xiang knelt at the edge of the shallow pit, panting heavily. Sweat mixed with blood dripped from his forehead, striking the still-smoking scorched earth. Blood wings peeled off piece by piece, turning into fine droplets of blood that sprinkled on his shoulders. He stared blankly at the dissipating remnants of the cursed power, watching the last trace of that empty shell being blown away by the wind.

Then he looked down at his hands, those hands that had been used for 150 years to cleave the blade and pierce blood, and finally shattered that man with his own hands.

He chuckled, then leaned back and slumped down on the edge of the shallow pit, his hands bracing against the scorched earth behind him, looking up at the sky above, which was cut into a circle by the tent.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tent, falling on his face and on his blood-soaked clothes.

"Disgusting sight! Bloodstains! And my brothers...did you see that?"

He raised a finger and pointed in the direction where Kamo Noriyuki had disappeared, "That man, the man who caused us so much pain, I shattered him with my own hands!!"

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, a mixture of smiles on his face and redness in his eyes.

My heart was pounding faster than when the Crimson Scales were fully activated. But this time it wasn't the heat of battle; it was something surging from the deepest part of my chest, something that had been suppressed for 150 years.

He remembered his younger brothers huddled in the container, trembling with fear.

"That man is dead. He can never create a tenth one. No one will ever be used as a guinea pig like we have."

He grinned, a mixture of crying and laughing.

One hundred and fifty years have passed, and the eldest son of the Nine Phases Diagram... he is finally no longer an experimental subject in a cage.

Chapter 158 Replacement

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Zhang Xiang sat on the edge of the shallow pit, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, he was filled with the exhilarating feeling of having avenged his great grudge.

Duanmu Yan walked over and squatted down next to him: "Being able to take revenge personally is a good thing."

Duanmu Yan knew very well that the body he had just seen contained nothing more than a cunning and ruthless beast.

But now is not the time to talk about that. Zhang Xiang has just shattered a 150-year-old obsession, and what he needs is for someone to tell him that this is something to be happy about.

Duanmu Yan was not an insensitive person and would not pour cold water on things at such a time.

He stood up and turned to the three people behind him: "I hope you will not tell anyone about what happened today."

Kusakabe nodded repeatedly; he didn't want to do anything that would offend anyone.

"No, no, absolutely not." Mingming put her phone in her pocket, her red lips curving into a smile: "Although it's a good handle—I'll give you and the Kamo family head some face, though."

Leyan Temple leaned on his cane and snorted, "I don't want to concern myself with the affairs of you young people. Since you've chosen the human camp, don't do anything else."

“You don’t need to tell me that. After all, what I hate most is cursed spirits.” Duanmu Yan pulled Zhang Xiang’s arm and dragged him up from the ground. He then said to the three of them, “Let’s go to the Elders’ Council.”

A moment later, a green whirlwind rose from the ground.

When the group arrived at the Elders' Council headquarters, the once solemn buildings had been reduced to ruins. Stone pillars were broken in half, roofs were shattered into pieces, and bloodstains that had not yet dried were splattered on the walls.

Gojo Satoru clearly didn't hold back, clearing the place clean from top to bottom.

Kusakabe glanced at the bloodstains in the ruins from afar and immediately said that the gas at home hadn't been turned off. Mingming said that he still needed to follow up on the return on investment. Rakuganji turned around and left, muttering that young people these days are really outrageous.

Only Zhang Xiang remained, leaning against the crumbling wall, looking at Duanmu Yan.

Gojo Satoru jumped down from the broken pillar, dusted off his hands, and said cheerfully, "What do we do next?"

It's clear that he's been putting up with those old fogies for a long time.

Duanmu Yan stood in the center of the ruins, stepping on broken tiles and beams. He looked up at the uprooted ruins, turned around, turned his back to the broken walls, and faced Gojo Satoru and Zhang Xiang.

"The Elder Council has ruled the world of sorcery for thousands of years, relying on seniority, lineage, and a bunch of outdated rules. It has been proven that this system is completely rotten. In order to suppress advanced sorcerers, they can collude with sorcerer spirits, betray top-tier sorcerers, and use the lives of first-tier sorcerers as cannon fodder."

He raised his finger and pointed to the ruins at his feet. "From today onwards, the old council of elders will cease to exist. We will establish a new order ourselves. We will no longer allow a bunch of old men who can't even hold up a tent to sit on top and give orders. The affairs of sorcerers will be decided by the sorcerers themselves."

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses down, revealing his excessively blue eyes: "To be more specific, you know I hate meetings the most."

"Specifically, it means establishing a Spellcaster's Union. It will no longer be an elders' council where one person makes all the decisions, but a council where top-level spellcasters, spellcaster representatives, and auxiliary supervisory representatives jointly discuss matters."

"Special-level officers are responsible for strategic decision-making and major missions, while first-level mages are responsible for execution and regional coordination. Assistant supervisors are no longer just errand runners; they have first-hand battlefield intelligence data and should also have a voice in the Federation."

"At the same time, the three founding families no longer enjoy special privileges. Like other sorcerers, they are judged by their contributions and strength. Task assignments are open and transparent, and those above can no longer arbitrarily designate someone to die."

"The training system for sorcerers has also been rebuilt, from higher vocational colleges to local areas, and talent discovery no longer focuses on family lineage."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head as he listened to him finish speaking, then burst out laughing: "So you had it all planned out all along. I thought you were like me, someone who just took things one step at a time."

"Of course, you should think about these things in advance," Duanmu Yan said, looking at him.

"As for the Gojo family, you are the head of the family, Jie represents the High School, Zhang Xiang represents Kamo, and Naohito of the Zenin family has already spoken with me. All three of the top families are present, and among the first-level sorcerers, Mingming and Principal of Rakuganji have taken the lead in expressing their support. The auxiliary supervision system has been working closely with us for the past two years, and now all we need is your word."

Gojo Satoru stretched out a hand, fingers spread, palm facing up: "When have you ever seen me hesitate?"

Duanmu Yan also stretched out his hand, clapping his two palms together in mid-air, just as crisp and bright as when they were in that alley.

Zhang Xiang straightened up by the broken wall, walked over, and placed his hands on top of Zhang Xiang's.

"The Kamo family also agrees."

Duanmu Yan nodded and said, "Then let the change in the world of sorcery begin here!"

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