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

Gojo Satoru's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints; his Unlimited Power had failed to work.

He made a decision: to abandon defense.

Fukugoro drew the Tennis Hoko without pausing, not intending to give Gojo Satoru time to react.

The Tennis Hoko twirled in his left hand, slashing again and again. Gojo Satoru was hacked to pieces, but he remained standing, head bowed, making no move to retaliate.

Fuheishen stopped, glanced at the blood-covered brat standing in front of him, and didn't bother to guess what the other was thinking.

If he survived injuries like that, then there's really nothing else he can do.

He gripped the Tengahobo in his hand, aimed the tip at Gojo Satoru's forehead, and thrust it straight in.

Gojo Satoru's body fell backward, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Fu Heishen pulled the Tian Ni Hao from his hand, the blood and cerebrospinal fluid on the blade mixed together, and then put it back into Chou Bao's mouth.

"The feel has recovered a bit, there's only one left."

He turned around and faced the passage leading to the Palace of the Stars.

"Don't underestimate us."

Fuhesh stopped in his tracks, his lips frozen in place.

He turned around and saw Duanmu Yan standing thirty meters away, grinning, his eyes narrowed, with two orange-red lights dancing in his pupils.

"...Really?" Fuheishen turned around and scanned Duanmu Yan from head to toe. "Illusion?"

Then he realized what it was: his heart had been pierced, yet he was standing there unharmed. There was only one possibility.

"Reversal technique?"

"Tch." He put the Soul-Releasing Blade off his shoulder. "What an annoying brat. It's just killing you again."

Fu Heishen bent over, the yellow earth beneath his feet exploded, and he soared into the air, raising the Soul-Releasing Blade above his head and slashing downwards.

He wanted to use the most direct method to split this resurrected imp in two again.

"The moment you woke up... you should have run away!"

Duanmu Yan grinned, and the Nawa Armor instantly combined with his body. The Molten Scale Blade took shape in his right hand, and he swung the blade upwards, causing the Molten Scale Blade and the Soul Release Blade to collide.

Fuheshen felt a force completely different from before. He was lifted up, his feet off the ground, and he flipped backward before landing, carving a deep trench in the ground.

He stopped, looked down at his right hand holding the knife, and saw blood seeping from his tiger's mouth, trickling down his wrist.

He looked up and saw the little devil standing on the scorched yellow earth opposite him, the Melting Scale Blade held horizontally in front of him, the flames on the blade burning quietly.

Duanmu Yan glanced at the evaluation on the system panel.

He is now equivalent to the Ten-Finger Su Nuo, with 2.5 times his original strength.

"Fuheshchen, the second round begins!"

"Ugh. This is so troublesome."

Fu Heishen put away the Soul-Releasing Blade and reached his right hand into Chou Bao's mouth.

The three-section staff swung in his hand, the metal joints clanging, the dark red shaft resembling dried blood.

Superior-grade spell artifact - Wandering Cloud. It has no spell formula; its special effect can be summed up in two words—immense power.

The greater the power, the greater the might, perfectly suited to the physical body of the Heavenly Emperor and the Tyrant.

Fuheishen twirled the Youyun in his hand, then flung the three-section staff away. In his hand, the Youyun seemed to come alive; it was no longer a three-section staff, but two snakes attacking simultaneously.

The two exchanged blows several times in an instant, the clanging of metal against metal echoing continuously.

A moment later, Fuheishen withdrew his staff and stepped back, the Melting Scale Blade adding a shallow scorch mark to the old scar on his chest.

He looked down at the scorch mark, his lips twitched, but his smile was clearly less relaxed than before.

Duanmu stood up straight, ready to attack at any moment.

Fuheshen suddenly spread his hands and shrugged, saying, "My mission is to assassinate the Starmatrix. To be honest, there's no need for us to fight to the death. I can give you half of the money."

Duanmu did not answer him, but simply raised the Melting Scale Blade from his side, pointing the tip at Fuheishen's chest.

"Tch." Fu Heishen scoffed to the side, annoyed. "You guys are worried about being punished for a failed escort? No problem, just push it all onto me. Let the higher-ups in the sorcery class remember it however they want, anyway..."

Before Fu Heishen could finish speaking, Duanmu Yan unleashed a fierce slash, which Fu Heishen dodged by jumping to the side.

"So you're different from them after all."

He understood. This was different from the people who looked down on him in the Zen monastery.

This person doesn't despise the lives of ants; on the contrary, he cherishes life.

"I see..."

Duanmu Yan, unaware of his sentiments, retorted, "What are you talking about? What do you value your life for?"

Chapter 78 The Defeat of Voxel

Duanmu Yan held the Molten Scale Blade horizontally and drew the Lava Key from his waist with his left hand.

The Lava Key was inserted into the back of the hilt of the Lava Blade, and with a click, orange-red light spread from the hilt to the blade.

With a roar, Flame-Melting Scale stepped out of the flames. It glanced down at Fu Heishen'er, then enveloped the Flame-Melting Scale Blade.

The blade expanded, transforming from a sword into an axe, upgrading to the Qilin Melting Axe.

Duanmu Yan gripped the axe handle with both hands.

Fuheshen did not stand still and wait to die; he moved the moment the Flame Molten Scale took shape.

His five senses were simultaneously alarming, exactly the same as when Duanmu Yan faced him before, only this time the hunter and the prey had switched places.

He changed direction rapidly, moving so fast that he could only be seen as a gray blur, but the back of his neck was still cold. He was locked on; no matter how he ran, the thing was aimed at him.

Fu Hei stopped, and realizing he couldn't escape, he held You Yun horizontally in front of him, the three-section staff stretched into a straight line.

At this moment, Duanmu Yan held the Qilin Melting Axe above his head, and the flames on the axe blade illuminated the entire ruins without casting any shadows.

The axe fell.

"Qilin Jiaomo Slash".

The cracks in the ground ignited by the molten element simultaneously spewed out pillars of fire, spreading out in a fan shape towards the point where the axe blade would strike. The axe blade lashed out a huge blade of fire, cleaving into the clouds.

You Yun held on for less than half a second before the chain in the middle was melted and broken, and the broken stick in the middle flew out and crashed into the ruins in the distance.

The flaming blade pierced through the clouds and struck Fuheishen'er. It entered from his right shoulder, slashed diagonally through his entire torso, and exited from his left waist.

The scorch marks spread from the wound outwards, and the smell of burnt muscle mingled with the mountain wind. He was thrown more than ten meters by the impact, rolled twice on the ground, and stopped next to the remains of the forest where Duanmu Yan had fallen earlier.

There was silence for about ten seconds. Duanmu Yan straightened up, and the Qilin Melting Axe returned to energy, dissipating into the air in specks.

Near the remains of the old camphor tree, Fuheishen moved.

With his arms bracing against the ground, he pulled himself up inch by inch from the pile of rubble. The axe wound from his right shoulder to his left waist was still smoking, because the flesh was charred and the blood was not flowing out.

He stood up straight. He didn't fall. He coughed up blood and spat it on the ground, then raised his head and stared at Duanmu Yan.

"...Let me ask you something, that astral brat...are you really planning to protect her? It's not a mission, it's not an order, you just want to protect her?"

Duanmu Yan removed his armor and nodded solemnly.

Fuhesh looked at him, and with that expression, it seemed he had guessed correctly.

"Really? Is that so?"

Yes. He lost all self-respect long ago.

No longer respecting himself or others—isn't this the way of life he chose for himself?

Take the money, kill people, sell everything you can, including yourself.

His eyes were half-closed. "Oh right, I remember now, I was the one who gave him the name Hui."

“In another two or three years, my son will be sold to a Zen family.”

He paused for a moment, his eyes finding Duanmu Yan's face. "Do as you please."

He closed his eyes, and this generation of Heaven and Tyrant breathed his last.

A system notification sounded in Duanmu Yan's ear.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for defeating the Heavenly Tyrant Fuheishen'er. You have received a reward of 100000 points.]

Duanmu Yan didn't look at the system panel. He stared at Fuheishen'er's corpse and remained silent for a moment.

There was a commotion nearby, and Gojo Satoru floated up from the ground, as if lying on an unseen surface of water, and then he began to laugh.

"Haha, hahahahaha!"

"I have finally mastered the core of magical power!"

"Above and below the heavens, I alone am supreme!"

Duanmu Yan stood there, looking at Gotō Sū, lost in thought.

So this was the same posture he was in when he was lying on the ground comprehending the reversal technique? A belated sense of embarrassment rose from the soles of his feet.

He turned his face away, reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and took a series of pictures of Gojo Satoru floating in mid-air. Although this guy was quite funny, he never felt like he had too many pictures.

Wu Tiao Wu slowly descended, touching the ground with his toes, and turned his head to see the phone that Duanmu Yan was still holding.

He didn't snatch it; instead, he smoothed his blood-stained hair.

He needs to always look handsome.

"Oh, Duanmu, you've also mastered the Reversal Technique."

Duanmu Yan put his phone in his pocket, smiled, and nodded: "Yes, now that you're awake, let's go. Jie is probably getting impatient down there."

The two walked down the stone steps. The path from the entrance of the mountain path to the Hongxing Palace was not long. The stone steps were dark and gloomy due to the weight of the ancient trees on both sides. The tree roots arched out from the cracks in the rocks, and it got darker and darker as they went down.

The entrance to the Hōsei Palace is a huge circular space.

Xia Youjie stood in the center of the entrance, with his back to the stone wall and facing the passage. Tian Lizi stood next to him, her fingers gripping her cuffs and her toes tapping the ground.

Footsteps echoed up from the passageway. Xia Youjie's shoulders relaxed first, and then Tian Lizi saw a figure.

She ran over and bumped into Duanmu Yan's arms.