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

Judging from the combat power this person just displayed, he truly deserves to be called the strongest in modern times.

However, he is one of the strongest shikigami users in Japanese history. In a battle between the strongest, he might not lose.

Without further ado, he issued orders to all the shikigami outside to intercept the intruders with all their might, while also summoning the remaining shikigami inside his body.

"Even if you are the strongest in modern times, I am not made of clay..."

He slammed his hands on the ground, unleashing the remaining magical power within his body.

Dozens of shikigami rose from the ground at the same time. He had lived for so many years and had seen all kinds of powerful figures. He could not swallow this insult, which was being looked down upon by a junior.

"Press them all on! I want to see how many you can withstand!"

As Duruf looked at the large army he had sent out, wondering how long they could hold out, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He looked down and saw a sharp-edged pebble embedded in his chest, blood seeping out along its edge.

A pebble? He didn't remember being hit by a pebble just now.

The next moment, a cold, magical force pressed down on him from above.

He looked up abruptly, and there stood Duanmu Yan on the roof of the dilapidated gymnasium where he was hiding, looking down at him. When had he appeared above him?

"How could you possibly appear here directly... This entire area is my territory! It's clearly my domain!"

Duluf clutched his chest and staggered back two steps, his aged voice filled with undisguised shock and fear.

Duanmu Yan looked down at him calmly: "Oh, you think sealing my spell can stop me? You underestimate me."

"The essence of a domain is nothing more than a confrontation between barrier techniques and magical power. I only need to continuously release magical power larger than your domain to protect myself, and I can break in directly."

"Your shikigami can indeed expand your domain wherever it goes, but you yourself cannot perceive everything that happens within the domain in real time. And a domain that cannot be perceived is no different from nothing. You have already lost."

Duluf's aged body suddenly straightened, his eyes widened, and he roared at the roof: "Don't underestimate me! I was once the strongest of my era!"

His proud army of shikigami, the domain he had spent his entire life building—all of these were nothing more than stumbling blocks in the eyes of his opponent.

This humiliation was more unbearable for him than death.

Duanmu Yan smiled slightly and took out a utility knife from his pocket.

He pushed the blade out a short distance, the edge flashing a cold light in the dim light.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the rooftop.

Before Duluf could even turn his head, he only felt a breeze brush past him. Then he looked down and saw a huge, deep cross-shaped slash on his chest, the wound so deep that bone was visible.

Fresh blood gushed out from the two intersecting knife wounds at the same time.

He didn't even have time to feel the pain before his life was rapidly slipping away from that cross-shaped gash.

Duanmu Yan landed two steps behind Durufu, gently pushed back the one-centimeter short blade that had popped out of the utility knife, and glanced at his opponent who was slowly falling.

His tone carried a hint of regret, "I'm sorry, I don't have a shorter knife than this."

Duanmu Yan retrieved two Su Nuo fingers from Dulufu's corpse.

With six fingers, they took a third of it in one go.

The old cliff was blown by the wind, and the falcon was freshly caught. The mooring was filled with the sound of the wind ...

He carefully put his fingers away and was about to turn and leave the ruins when he suddenly heard a very faint whooshing sound beside his ear.

He threw a backhand punch to his side, the force of the punch colliding with the incoming black shadow, creating a loud bang.

A huge shuriken was sent flying by the force of the punch, embedding itself in the concrete next to it with a buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of white smoke exploded in front of Duanmu Yan.

As the smoke cleared, a figure appeared on the collapsed beam.

The man was dressed in a dark gray ninja outfit, with a mask covering the lower half of his face, revealing only his eyes, and a katana slung diagonally across his back.

Duanmu Yan sized him up and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Ninja?

This guy's design looks like it was directly taken from a shonen manga, even the size of his shuriken is ridiculously exaggerated.

He couldn't help but ask, "Are you really a ninja?"

The other party clearly had no intention of giving him time to chat. With a leap, he transformed into a blur and charged towards him, his katana drawing a sharp arc in the dim light.

"I am Fuma Grey Wolf, from the Fuma clan, a ninja family from 1300 years ago. It is because of you sorcerers that our ninjas have fallen into ruin! You lot... all of you deserve to die!"

He cursed as he swung his knife, and as the blade slashed down, he pulled out several black pills from his waist with his left hand and threw them to the ground.

The black ball exploded the moment it hit the ground, and the shockwave, carrying iron caltrops, sprayed towards Duanmu Yan's face.

Duanmu Yan dodged the blade, casually slapped away the flying caltrops, and then pulled back half a body length.

"Who said we sorcerers ruined you? Those Bakugan you just threw were also filled with a lot of sorcery power."

After a few rounds of fighting, he had figured it out: this guy claimed to be a ninja, but in reality, he was still using the curse-based method.

His technique should be similar to the cursed power output of the Stone Flow Dragon, but it is not a pure energy bombardment. Instead, it can attach cursed power to weapons and hidden weapons, greatly enhancing the destructive power of objects.

Whether it's shuriken, katana, or Bakugan, they're all enhanced with magical energy to achieve this effect.

In essence, he was just a sorcerer, like everyone else present.

As for his identity as a ninja, it was probably just a personal hobby.

Chapter 247 The Head of the Zen Temple

Upon hearing Duanmu Yan's hurtful words, Fengmo Huitailang's expression changed behind his mask, but his attacks became even more ferocious.

He gripped the knife with both hands and swung it down, but Duanmu Yan raised his left arm and blocked the blade. The blade struck his forearm with a crisp metallic clang.

The katana, enhanced with cursed power, couldn't cleave through his skin, which had been reinforced with cursed power.

Duanmu Yan's right fist came up from below and hit Fengmo Huitailang in the abdomen, causing him to bend over like a shrimp and fly several meters away, crashing into a wall that was already on the verge of collapse.

A few seconds later, he stood up again.

Both being ancient sorcerers resurrected through physical means, Duruf possessed a large number of shikigami but lacked any close-combat ability. Once someone broke into his area, he would be like a lamb to the slaughter.

The Wind Demon Gray Wolf in front of him was completely different. As a ninja, his taijutsu and physical training were much better than that old man's. Even if he was punched by Duanmu Yan, he would not lose his fighting ability.

But we don't know exactly how much he was injured.

Duanmu Yan shook his wrist, just about to ask him if he had Su Nuo's fingers.

Suddenly another figure leaped down from the tall building to the side and landed between the two.

Although the newcomer's clothing was old-fashioned, the family crest on his lapel allowed Duanmu Yan to instantly recognize his origins; it was the crest of the Chan Temple family.

It's another old guy who was resurrected from the flesh, and judging from the shape of this family crest, it's probably several hundred years older than the Zen Temple Fan generation.

The Big Bad Wolf crawled out of the pile of bricks, clutching his stomach, and glanced at the newcomer: "You're too late."

The man from the Zen family ignored him and focused his gaze on Duanmu Yan.

His posture wasn't like that of the Wind Demon Wolf, poised to pounce; instead, he stood with his back straight, chin slightly raised, exuding an arrogance ingrained in his bones.

His voice carried the same arrogance, "My name is Zen-in Kage, the eleventh head of the Zen-in family, from six hundred years ago."

He paused, as if examining this strongest figure from later generations, and said, "Tell me, how is the Zen family doing now?"

Duanmu Yan answered truthfully.

It is said that after the Jikiri succeeded as the head of the clan, he implemented reforms, abandoned the old rule of determining status through killing, and the clan members no longer killed each other, but lived peacefully with other clans. Now the Zenin clan is thriving.

Zen-in Kage's face darkened as soon as he heard it. The veins on the back of his hand holding the sword bulged, and the blade trembled slightly with anger.

He slammed his katana on the ground and roared at Duanmu Yan, "This generation's patriarch is utterly rebellious! The Zen family has maintained its position as the strongest of the three great families only because of those who have fought their way up in blood."

"Even if the Six-Eyed of the Gojo family can occasionally steal the title of the strongest person, he can't take away the title of the Zenin family as the strongest family. It's all thanks to this killing intent. This head of the Ren family is actually so weak!"

He raised the tip of his knife, pointing it directly at Duanmu Yan, his eyes blazing with fury. "After I kill you, I will personally go back and wipe out this group of rebellious descendants."

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Yan laughed instead of getting angry, and shook his head, "I knew it. Every single one of the ancestors of the Chanyuan family was a piece of dog shit."

"You know nothing! I listened to your nonsense, and now I'm just spouting nonsense. You're just a bunch of idiots!"

"You have destroyed the foundation of my Zen family for six hundred years. Today I will use your blood to appease our ancestors!"

Zen Temple Shadow's angry eyes could almost kill.

"Come on if you dare." Duanmu Yan stood still, not even assuming a fighting stance.

Just then, a cloud of white smoke exploded behind Duanmu Yan.

The Wind Demon Grey Wolf, who had been observing from the sidelines, emerged from the smoke, raised his katana high, and slashed down hard at the back of Duanmu Yan's neck.

A fleeting look of wild joy flashed in his eyes. He had waited so long just to find an opening, an opening that Duanmu Yan would reveal when he was completely focused on confronting Chanyuan Ying.

"He's shown a weakness! He's the strongest!"

Duanmu Yan merely turned his head slightly and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

Then he raised one hand and caught the katana covered in cursed power directly in his palm.

The blade struck his palm, but didn't even cut through the skin.

He clenched his five fingers and squeezed hard, and the katana shattered in his palm like a biscuit.

Before Fengmo Huitailang's smile could even register, Duanmu Yan had already grabbed his neck with his other hand, lifted him off the ground, and then slammed him heavily into the ground.

A tremendous magical force surged from his palm, pressing the body of the Wind Demon Grey Wolf relentlessly into the ground. The asphalt road blasted open with his back as the center, creating a deep circular crater, with cracks extending more than ten meters in all directions.

Before the Wind Demon Grey Wolf could even let out a scream, blood gushed from all seven orifices, his eyes rolled back, his limbs twitched once, and he completely lost consciousness.

A Su Nuo finger rolled out from his tattered ninja clothes and stopped at Duanmu Yan's feet.

Duanmu Yan bent down, picked up the finger, and casually put it away. "The third one."

Then he raised his head and looked at the Zen Temple Shadow who was still standing motionless opposite him. "Your ally has been killed, and you don't even react?"

Zen Temple Shadow curled a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth, not even glancing at Wind Demon Gray Wolf.

"I don't have such weak allies."

As soon as he finished speaking, he formed a hand seal that Duanmu Yan was all too familiar with, and the shadow beneath his feet suddenly expanded.

A giant owl rose from the shadows, its wingspan obscuring the already dim light of day.