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

The demon-slaying sword was raised once more.

Duanmu Yan took a deep breath, and the curse power within his body began to circulate at an unprecedented speed.

"My battle with you just now has proven that my experiment is feasible. The output efficiency of an ordinary mage should be able to be increased to 70, which is enough."

"Now, I'm going to get serious!"

He increased the output of his internally circulating magical power.

In his recent battle with Mo Xuluo, he only used about half of his own spell power for the cycle.

Now, he will unleash his full power!

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. "Come on. Let me see how many punches your strongest shikigami can withstand."

He pushed off with his feet, and the ground exploded behind him, creating a radish-shaped crater tens of meters wide. He transformed into a black shadow and crashed head-on into Mo Xuluo.

He drew his right fist to its full extent and slammed it into the very center of the Demon-Slaying Sword.

Mo Xuluo was forced back several steps by the punch, and only managed to regain his balance after his Demon-Slaying Sword plowed a deep furrow in the ground.

Seeing Duanmu Yan continue to press forward, it instantly swung its sword horizontally in a backhand motion.

Duanmu Yan slightly bent his knees and leaped directly onto the sword.

He stepped onto the broad surface of the sword, leaped into the air again, twisted his body in mid-air, and slammed his leg into Mo Xuluo's face like a heavy hammer.

Mo Xuluo's head was knocked to the side, and purple blood kept oozing out.

As Mo Xuluo regained his balance, he planted the Demon-Slaying Sword vertically into the ground, while sweeping his other hand horizontally towards him.

Duanmu Yan raised his hand to take the sweeping blow head-on, and with his other hand, he gripped Mo Xuluo's hand with his five fingers, and suddenly exerted force, lifting the giant object, which was more than ten meters high, off the ground and slamming it into the center of an abandoned shopping mall next to him.

The reinforced concrete floor slabs were smashed through several layers, and half of the building collapsed with a roar.

Duanmu Yan straightened his tie. Fighting in this abandoned place was so much fun, without having to worry about the houses that were about to be demolished.

If a fight breaks out in the city and the damage is too extensive, the national authorities will have to send someone to talk to him.

Mo Xuluo stood up from the ruins, shaking off the fragments covering his body.

The demon-slaying sword came down again, and Duanmu Yan raised his arm to block it. The sword blade struck his forearm, sending up a few sparks.

He held the sword tightly, clenched his other fist, and pulled the bow back as far as he could, engaging all the muscles in his body at the same time.

A punch was thrown!

The fist slammed heavily onto the demon-slaying sword, the blade making a crisp sound before breaking in two.

Mo Xulu felt his arm lighten, and before he could think, Duanmu Yan stomped on the ground and stood on his shoulder with his legs spread apart.

He grabbed the feather-like horn on Moxuluo's head with both hands and broke it off at the base.

Blood gushed from the severed wound, and Mo Xuluo let out a silent roar, his massive body trembling violently.

Duanmu Yan casually tossed the broken horn aside, then flipped over and straddled Mo Xuluo's neck.

Raise your right fist, lower it, raise it again, lower it again.

Each punch possessed the power to obliterate an ordinary special-grade cursed spirit. The fist shadows were as dense as a torrential rain, and the muffled thuds that struck Mo Xuluo's head were continuous, as if someone were beating hundreds of war drums in the ruins.

Mo Xuluo's struggles grew weaker and weaker, and his massive body finally gave way, causing him to slowly kneel down on the ground.

Duanmu Yan rode on the crumbling head of the Demon Void Demon and delivered a final punch right to the center of its head.

The head of Mo Xuluo shattered completely under this punch, turning into countless specks of light that slowly drifted away above the ruins.

He withdrew his fist and jumped off the dissipating body of Mo Xuluo.

boom--

The massive body collapsed.

Throughout the thousands of years of sorcerer history, there have been few who have been able to defeat Moxu Luo, but every few hundred years such a genius has emerged.

However, Duanmu Yan was the first to kill Mo Xuluo alive.

Most others, after understanding the mechanics, chose to use their strongest killing move to kill in one blow, but he used this most primitive and barbaric method.

He can only be described as a ruthless person.

The first person in history to kill Mo Xu Luo alive.

Zen Monk sat slumped in the corner of the ruins, his legs no longer obeying his commands.

He watched as his most prized and strongest shikigami was brutally beaten to death by the man before him with his bare hands.

"A monster!"

After Duanmu Yan finished dealing with Mo Xuluo, he slowly turned around, turned his gaze to the Zen Temple Shadow in the corner, and then took a step.

Their steps were slow, each step landing softly on the rubble of the ruins.

To the monks in the Zen temple, this sound was more terrifying than any roar.

"I hate innocent killing the most. Of course, cursed spirits are an exception."

"I have to run... I can't let this monster catch me!" Zen-in Kage tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn't obey him at all. He even forgot how to walk, and just used his hands to support himself on the gravel ground, frantically shuffling backward.

“I really dislike attacking humans, but you have truly angered me.”

Duanmu Yan's voice gradually deepened from calm, each step feeling like it was treading on the heart of Zen Temple Shadow.

He wasn't moving fast, but Zen-in-Ying crawled even slower, and the distance between them was irreversibly shrinking.

"I will judge you on behalf of all those who have died because of your rules over the past six hundred years, the one who created the bloody rules of the Zen family."

Zen Temple Shadow retreated frantically, but this ruin was an abandoned urban area, full of collapsed buildings and dead ends piled with rubble, leaving very little space.

Soon his back slammed into a collapsed wall, leaving him with no way to retreat.

He suddenly looked up, just as Duanmu Yan walked up to him and looked down at him.

Zen-in Kage's throat bobbed, and he forced a fawning smile that looked more like a grimace. "Well... you see, we don't have any deep-seated hatred for each other, right?"

"Um... is it possible to reconcile?"

Chapter 252 You forced me to do this

Uruko was the captain of the Higetsu Hoshi Unit, an assassination squad directly under the Fujiwara clan a thousand years ago.

She lived her entire life in the shadows and never even had a name.

As for her current name, it was merely a substitute she adopted so that she could be a scapegoat for the person who gave her that name.

Unlike others who were bound by contracts and agreements, she simply wanted to live her own life.

Because no one would willingly accept their original life.

She was one of the four people responsible for stopping Duanmu Yan within this barrier, bound by a restraint that would "block him for three days".

But she didn't want to fight at all, especially since the other party had such a terrifying aura.

This aura is very similar to that of the person from a thousand years ago.

That person was none other than Su Nuo, who was known as the King of Curses.

"Terrifying, such a terrifying aura... Is this the strongest in modern times?" Uruhiko huddled in a corner of the abandoned building, using her sky magic to wrap herself up layer by layer, trying her best to hide her aura.

She buried her face in her knees, her back pressed tightly against the cold wall, even her breathing was reduced to the lightest and slowest frequency.

"Just hide well and let the time pass. If I can hold out for three days, I'll immediately throw the finger at him and run far away."

But she had only been hiding for a short while when footsteps stopped outside the building where she was hiding.

"Finally found it. The last one."

Uruko's breathing suddenly stopped.

……

Not long ago.

Zen Monk sat slumped in the corner, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Um... you see, we don't have any deep-seated hatred, right? Can... can we reconcile?"

Duanmu Yan looked down at him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Are you joking at this moment?"

Zen Monk Ying staggered to his feet. He knew he couldn't escape, and flattery was useless. His face, which had been plastered with obsequiousness, finally twisted again, revealing a hint of ferocity.

"Don't push me! I haven't used my full strength yet!"

Duanmu Yan tilted his head, his tone undisguised mockery: "Besides self-destruction, do you have any other power?"

A ruthless glint flashed in the Zen Temple Shadow's eyes.

He suddenly felt that he had found a glimmer of hope, a chance to turn the tide.

He straightened up, his chest heaving, and a twisted smile appeared on his lips: "Heh... you think you've won just because you defeated Mo Xuluo?"

"You're too naive. The entire fight you just fought was to serve me!"

"The moment you defeated Moxu Luo, it was already considered that I had successfully subdued it. Now, I have successfully subdued all ten shikigami... My strength is no longer comparable to what it was before."

He became more and more confident as he spoke, and even dared to take a half step forward.

“If you let me go now, I can give you my finger. I can also pledge allegiance to the Federation as the former head of the Zen family, as long as you stop…”

"Where did that arrogance you had at the beginning go?" Duanmu Yan interrupted him, his tone not angry, but rather somewhat disappointed.

It's worth noting that the ancient sorcerers in the original work were generally able to face death with equanimity... except for Uruga Koko.

Even a relatively weak sorcerer like Reggie is included.

Looking at the person in front of him, Duanmu Yan felt disgusted by their face.

"What a coward! He's arrogant and domineering when he's wielding a knife against the weak, but he immediately wags his tail and begs for mercy when he encounters someone stronger than himself. Can someone like you really lead a family?"

"Shut up!" Zen-in-kage's pupils contracted sharply, as his most sensitive wound was touched.

His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, burning his reason to ashes.

The dignity of the strongest patriarch of the Zen Temple family, the glory of ten shadow spells—all of this meant nothing to the other party.

He couldn't accept it, he couldn't accept it even if he died.

His hands trembled as he re-formed the hand seals, his ten fingers moving rapidly, each gesture more frantic than the last.