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Crack, crack.
The sound of bones breaking echoed in the air.
The young man frowned slightly.
Bones pierced through flesh, blood splattering everywhere.
How had it come to this tragic state?
Why did this Chinese person still appear so calm, without even a hint of pain on his face?
Could it be that he felt no pain?
How boring!
The Nekomata showed an expression of impatience.
It had twisted Zuo Ci's neck into a grotesque shape.
Yet this Chinese person didn’t let out a single delightful scream.
Not worth playing with!
The Nekomata's pupil glimmered with a sudden azure light.
With a pop, Zuo Ci’s flesh crumpled, his bones shattered completely, sharp fragments piercing through flesh like bamboo shoots after rain, wildly erupting from beneath the skin.
In the sky, a mist of blood burst forth.
Kami-sama, is he dead? the young man wondered aloud.
Of course! the Nekomata replied indifferently.
I’m curious—doesn’t he feel any pain?
The young man seemed somewhat perplexed.
Sometimes, the willpower these Chinese people displayed was indeed astonishing, though he was reluctant to admit it.
These guys always managed to unleash something that even metaphysics couldn’t explain.
He Jun!
A cold voice echoed in the young man's ears, "You doubt me? Can’t even kill an ant from China?"
He dared not respond!
The young man immediately adopted a respectful demeanor, saying, "You are Kami-sama of Eastern Japan, the king of the Nekomata clan. How could I ever question your power? You are the one leading this Dragon Hunting Operation!"
Sweat beads trickled down his back. The power of Kami-sama was terrifying and unquestionable. If he were to provoke Her, it could very well mean his death.
"Hmph!"
The Nekomata's once bristled gray-blue fur slowly relaxed. The chilling aura dissipated, and it returned to a lazy state, curling up on the young man's shoulder like a pet cat.
The young man took a white Fulu from his pocket. Just as he was about to recite the incantation to destroy Zuo Ci's tattered Flesh, a wave of unsettling energy washed over him.
Without any hesitation, he shouted, "Form!"
An ethereal blue light enveloped him, creating an Invisible Barrier that shimmered like glass.
He scanned his surroundings with vigilance, feeling as if the world around him was calm and untroubled.
"He Jun, you’re still as timid as ever!" the Nekomata mocked from his shoulder.
Was he being overly sensitive? Yet there was undeniably a suffocating wave of terrifying energy present—could he have sensed it wrong?
He did not immediately retract the Invisible Barrier. Instead, he continued to survey his surroundings with caution. It was simply his habit.
This habit had saved him several times!
Suddenly, an inconspicuous Golden Thread emerged from behind the Invisible Barrier. The Golden Thread was faint in color and exceptionally thin; if one didn't pay close attention, it would be nearly impossible to notice.
Crack!
The Golden Thread instantly pierced through the deep blue Invisible Barrier, shooting towards the back of the young man's head like an arrow.
The young man's pupil constricted.
It was too fast; there was no time to react!
He was seeking death!
The Nekomata's half-closed pupil widened in an instant, and it opened its mouth to unleash a jet of deep blue flames, incinerating the Golden Thread completely.
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