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"Who are you? Easterners?"
Mayor Chen's expression gradually returned to normal. He knew that all of this must have been orchestrated by Fang Yuan; that guy had some real skills! It seemed he had found the materials needed for prolonging life.
Mayor Chen sneered, "Kojima Wano, just a bunch of clowns. This is Huaxia, not your little island. The depth of Huaxia is not something you can provoke. Be sensible and get lost!"
It was a simple insult, yet it was an extreme pleasure. After all, the mayor was still the mayor!
Zuo Ci touched his lips, revealing a hint of a smile. The samurai's expression darkened instantly, and the long knife in his hand emitted a sharp tremor.
"Kaga-kun, wait!" The Onmyoji signaled to the samurai beside him not to act impulsively.
"Aoki, are you really going to let this China pig insult the Great Eastern Empire like this? My samurai from the empire absolutely cannot tolerate such humiliation. I will cut off his limbs and turn him into Tan Tong, unable to live or die!"
The samurai, furious, swung his sword forward. The sharp blade energy swept through the room like autumn winds scattering leaves, severing everything in its path.
Suddenly, Wicked Vajra extended its multitude of hands and firmly grasped the samurai's long sword.
"Fool!" the samurai sneered.
However, he did not expect that the sharp blade energy would shred his hand into pieces like fragile paper.
"Die!" The samurai stomped on the ground, raising his long knife high and striking down, directly severing Wicked Vajra's three heads.
"A Chinese person is nothing but this!" the samurai scoffed.
The Onmyoji remained silent, a hint of unease in the air.
Gurgle, gurgle. The sound of flesh being squeezed echoed as the severed limbs and heads of the grotesque mass emitted a gruesome noise.
With a sudden pop, three hideous heads emerged, accompanied by a flurry of hands and feet pushing out from the mass.
How is this possible? The samurai furrowed his brow deeply.
"Kaga-kun, get out of the way!"
The Onmyoji suddenly sensed something amiss. He quickly formed a talisman in his hand, chanting, "Critical Defense!"
A yellowish barrier surged from the ground, enveloping both him and the samurai in an instant.
With a tearing sound, the Wicked Vajra split into two, each half charging toward the samurai in a coordinated assault.
Creak, creak. The yellow barrier bought the samurai precious time, successfully blocking the incoming attack.
The samurai immediately retreated ten meters, but with a crack, the barrier shattered. Two blood-red bone wheels swung from the Wicked Vajra's hands, slicing through the air with explosive sounds as they aimed to cleave the samurai's head in two from both sides.
The samurai's pupils constricted; there was no time left!
"Shikigami!"
The Onmyoji grimaced in pain as he pulled out a bone doll from his robe. The doll bore an eerie smile, its surface riddled with holes and cracks.
This was an Evil Art from Eastern Japan meant for substitution! It required the soul of a girl who had died during the fourth hour of Yin, and through continuously killing girls at that hour, their souls could be extracted and stitched onto the main body.
One soul could allow for one substitution. Its power was formidable.
Bang!
The samurai's body instantly crumpled to the ground like a rag doll. A crimson wheel of light sliced through the air, its sharp teeth shredding the doll into a fine powder.
"Aoki, thank you!"
The samurai appeared beside the Onmyoji, his expression still filled with shock, his voice low.
"Let's take care of this monster together!"
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