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You are all so weak.
Zuo Ci held his Nine-section Staff and lightly tapped three times on Human Face. The apricot yellow energy wove intricate lines, forming a net that bound them within.
The golden sheen on the Golden Robed Man's body instantly faded. They realized that within this net, their magical power seemed to be frozen, completely unusable.
What kind of spell is this?
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The sound of three flesh-and-blood bodies shattering echoed through the air. Zuo Ci skillfully extracted their lungs, livers, and hearts as if picking peaches.
Fei Jin, Gan Mu, Heart Fire, Pi Tu—only one more, Shen Shui, and Wuzang Miao would be complete!
Who exactly are you? The Golden Robed Man's face twisted in pain.
He was an Onmyoji with an innate metal constitution, and what had been taken was his lung—the very organ he needed to breathe. At this moment, his complexion began to turn a deep purple-black.
Without lungs, he could no longer breathe. Even if Zuo Ci did not kill him, he would not survive for long.
You can call me Wu Song! Zuo Ci smiled.
Wu Song?
The Onmyoji gasped weakly: In your country’s land, slaughtering the lawful residents of another nation like this is a violation of humanitarian principles. You are a butcher—a butcher!
Shh…
Zuo Ci placed a finger to his lips and chuckled: Don’t speak; whatever you do, don’t speak. Without lungs, your body has no parts to store air. If a large amount of air enters your body, you will burst!
The man who had his heart taken was already dead. The man who had his liver removed was also on the brink of death.
Only the Golden Robed Man could utter a few words. They were all the pride of the Kamo Family. As Onmyoji, their status in Eastern Japan was elevated, even higher than that of ninjas or samurais, akin to nobility. Little did they expect that one day, these self-proclaimed nobles would be treated as livestock by the Chinese person they once looked down upon, left to be slaughtered. For an Onmyoji, this was nothing short of an insult.
"Baka Yusankai will not let you off!" The man intended to make a fierce declaration, but suddenly, his body exploded with a thunderous roar. Zuo Ci extended his palm and gently swept it; the flesh and blood scattered by the explosion were all devoured by the Black Malevolent Qi.
"I told you to speak less; why didn’t you listen?" Zuo Ci felt somewhat frustrated. Another body meant fewer materials for refining Huang Lishi. What a waste! He packed up the remaining two corpses.
Just two or three hours later, a man dressed in White Hunting Garb and wearing a Crimson Hat slowly entered the villa. He surveyed the villa, now stained with blood and scattered limbs, and felt a stir within. The man's enchanting fox-like eyes shimmered with starlight as he took out several intricately folded Paper Men from his pocket. The surface of each Paper Man was engraved with red Fulu.
"Command!"
The man's voice was melodious, soft yet full of resonance. The Paper Men cheered with excitement, beginning to leap from the man's palm and run joyfully across the ground. He flicked his fingers.
The blood on the ground seemed to boil like hot water, droplets merging into the bodies of the Paper Men. Seeing this, the man quickly formed seals with his hands and chanted: "Illusion Style: Bianhua Kai!"
With his feet as the center, the Red Star Array instantly enveloped the entire villa. Those Paper Men who had absorbed the blood sat cross-legged as if they were alive.
A red star rose, creating a Light Screen. Within the Light Screen, snowflakes began to appear, followed by the figure of Zuo Ci.
"Those who offend our Huaxia will be punished, no matter how far they are!"
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