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The despicable Chinese person!
The Onmyoji Aoyama's face twitched as one hand hid within his sleeve, ready to summon his Shikigami. He felt a deep connection with his Shikigami, Jorogumo, and sensed the danger emanating from the figure before him, a man named Wu Song.
Extremely dangerous!
Thud.
Zuo Ci lightly tapped his Nine-section Staff against the ground.
A burst of Apricot Yellow light erupted forth.
Aoyama felt a significant drain on his internal spiritual power. What was this? A domain?
His Shikigami, Jorogumo, displayed an anxious expression behind him.
What a nice little trinket; it will be mine!
Zuo Ci extended his slender, fair hand toward the Shikigami behind the Onmyoji and made a slight grasping motion.
A Black Hand descended from the void.
In an instant, Jorogumo was drawn into the Wan Hun Fan.
Pfft!
The Shikigami was taken.
Aoyama immediately felt a backlash.
"You!"
The Onmyoji glared at Zuo Ci with a fierce expression. "Despicable Chinese person! Give me back my Shikigami!"
"Oh?"
Zuo Ci stepped closer to the Onmyoji, extending his hand with fingers curled like claws. In response to Aoyama's terrified gaze, he ripped away the Onmyoji's Black-Brown Skin with a swift motion.
Ahhhhhh!
The Onmyoji covered his bloodied face, letting out a hysterical wail.
His skills had not diminished; it was just a pity that the materials were too poor!
Zuo Ci looked disdainfully at the dripping Human Skin in his hand before tossing it aside. He smiled, crouching on the ground, and said to the Onmyoji, "You have three minutes. Run as far as you can!"
"You despicable Chinese person! The Great Eastern Empire will not let you go. I will make you into a Tan Tong!" The Onmyoji, Aoyama, lost his composure and pointed at Zuo Ci, cursing furiously.
"Tan Tong?" Zuo Ci chuckled.
This was a method of punishment used in Eastern Japan for creating Ren Zhi. The victim's limbs would be severed, and their remains kept in a jar, reduced to the size of a child. Furthermore, through secret techniques, the Tan Tong would be kept alive—this was a punishment devised by ancient nobility in Eastern Japan for their servants.
Ah! Zuo Ci swung his Nine-section Staff.
With a series of sickening sounds, the Onmyoji's limbs were instantly severed.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Aoyama lay in a pool of blood, trembling and curled up like an old dog with a broken spine, convulsing uncontrollably.
"Master, I will eat him piece by piece!" Xu Hongfa did not break through the blade's aura.
The Easterners' draw-and-cut technique was indeed formidable; it was invisible and intangible yet left countless scars on his body, which he boasted was indestructible as Hong Mao Jiang. He relied entirely on his Flesh to withstand the storm of blade energy. Even with large areas of flesh mangled, he remained unfazed.
In a while, he would recover. This was the near-perverse healing ability of Hong Mao Jiang.
"No need. Find me a jar!" Zuo Ci said calmly.
"Jar?" Xu Hongfa frowned. "Can we plant flowers?"
"Of course, and let's see if there's any salt!" Zuo Ci replied with a smile.
"Salt?" Xu Hongfa felt a chill run down his spine. He thought of the brutal punishments associated with it.
Not wanting to delve deeper, Xu Hongfa began searching for table salt. Generally, leaders had their own small kitchens, so these seasonings were not hard to find.
Before long, Xu Hongfa returned with a box of salt, a box of soy sauce, and some fermented bean paste.
"Did you come for a buffet?" Zuo Ci's eyes twitched.
"Hehe!" Xu Hongfa revealed a strange smile. "I have a heavy taste!"
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