Chapter 279
As the last of the summoners fell beneath its feet,
Cibaku Tōji suddenly turned, its fierce gaze locking onto Zhao Ying and the others.
It was only then that it took a moment to survey its surroundings, noticing the familiar yet foreign square characters on the nearby storefronts. Cibaku Tōji's body trembled, its pupils narrowing to pinpricks—where on earth had it been summoned to?
Could it be—Huaxia?!
“Hey, woman, is this really the Huaxia district?”
Cibaku Tōji turned to Zhao Ying and the others.
“Yes, this is indeed the Huaxia district.” Taking advantage of the chaos from Cibaku Tōji's recent rampage, Zhao Ying had already ordered the lower-ranked demon slayers to retreat. Now, only a dozen or so of them remained, all of them at the general or brigadier level.
Only they might stand a chance against Cibaku Tōji.
Unfortunately, the governor was attending the Demon Hunting Conference; otherwise, this foreign monster wouldn’t dare act so brazenly here.
Little did Cibaku Tōji know that upon hearing it was in the Huaxia district, it was already contemplating retreat.
【I’m not allowed to descend upon the Huaxia district yet… What’s a bug from the Tokugawa family doing here?】
Cibaku Tōji's gaze flickered between the demon slayers who were forming a formation.
Although it hadn’t received permission to descend, it wasn’t its style to slink back to Osaka in disgrace.
After all, it was a renowned youkai from Neon; it couldn’t afford to lose face.
【Anyway, I’m here now. I might as well kill a few… What’s the big deal? Those beings probably won’t hold it against me…】
With that thought, Cibaku Tōji’s expression turned vicious once more.
It raised its hand and pulled a mass of viscous flames from the void, shaping it into a three-meter-long spiked club.
Then, with a powerful stomp, it transformed into a crimson shadow, hurtling like a cannonball toward the frontmost Zhao Ying.
【Kill ten!】
【Kill ten and then leave!】
The blazing spiked club arced through the air, as if to tear apart the morning light descending from above.
There was no way to resist! Zhao Ying felt a surge of alarm.
“Everyone, fall back! Don’t engage directly!”
Just as her words fell, in a moment of crisis, Zhao Ying pulled two sword pills from her spatial gear, activating them as she knelt and rolled away, creating distance from Cibaku Tōji’s strike.
“It’s useless! Just let me kill you! Once I’m done, I’ll leave. No need to waste each other’s time! Hehehe!”
Cibaku Tōji paid no mind to the two black spheres Zhao Ying had thrown.
It assumed they were just shrapnel grenades or something similar.
Maybe they had a bit of holy water inside.
But that thin holy water had no effect on a youkai of its caliber.
It was all just futile struggle…
However.
The moment the black spheres hit the ground, they erupted with a shocking sharpness.
Two shadowy figures in gray robes, their right hands gripping sword hilts, flickered into view.
The details of the figures were unclear, but one could see them lift their heads, two cold stars glimmering beneath their tousled hair.
They stepped back, bent low.
Then, with a sudden draw of their swords.
Clang—!
Two beams of sword light formed a brilliant cross, slicing the dim sky into four parts.
Sword energy howled and surged.
Cibaku Tōji’s arm, which held the spiked club, was severed, instantly shredded by the rampaging sword energy.
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Currently known female cast members include: Enjing, Lin Qiting, and two others yet to be revealed.
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Chapter 296: Daring to Rampage on My Turf?
Cibaku Tōji knelt on one knee.
Scalding blood gushed from its severed arm, quickly igniting into flames, as a new limb rapidly regenerated in the fire.
Two deep sword marks crossed its chest.
The residual sword energy continued to gnaw at it, relentless.
These sword strikes hadn’t defeated Cibaku Tōji; instead, they had driven its aura into a frenzy.
“Interesting! You actually managed to wound me!”
“You dare sever my arm… Do you know what I hate the most? Losing an arm!”
Cibaku Tōji grinned wickedly, slowly rising, its body visibly swelling.
It had forgotten how long it had been since it had sustained such a serious injury.
With its indestructible body and incredible regeneration, it had once rampaged through thousands of samurai unscathed.
It was only when it was ensnared by the poisoned wine of Minamoto no Yorimitsu and his warriors that it was exiled to the subspace of Rashomon by several samurai leaders.
Later, it had escaped from Rashomon once, only to have its arm severed by Watanabe no Tsuna, severely weakened, and forced to retreat back to subspace in haste…
The grudge of losing its arm and being exiled had yet to be avenged.
But now, the era of the samurai was long gone.
The recently revived onmyoji forces and samurai clans were nothing but fledglings.
In the Osaka Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, it had led a horde of lesser spirits, believing that apart from the lofty gods, no one could harm it.
Little did it expect to encounter such a challenge in this mysterious East.
“I originally only wanted to kill ten, but… your struggles have excited me!”
Cibaku Tōji’s voice grew deeper, rumbling like thunder, as its body continued to grow until it reached nearly three stories high, its skin turning crimson, muscles bulging like rock. The horns on its forehead extended over a foot, and blood-red flames swirled around it like mist.
The severed right claw had fully regrown, morphing into a massive claw covered in black scales.
The space trembled with its breath.
The air twisted in the heat.
It took a step forward, and the ground cracked beneath it, while a burst water pipe below the plaza sprayed water that was instantly vaporized by its scorching body temperature.
Enraged, Cibaku Tōji no longer cared whether its actions would provoke the ire of those mysterious beings.
At this moment, it only wanted to crush every human in front of it into dust with its Great Demon King form.
Zhao Ying, sensing the impending danger, prepared to lead her subordinates in retreat.
The evacuation of this area was nearly complete.
The next step was to buy time for reinforcements; there was no need to confront this great youkai head-on.
However, her desire to escape was evident in her eyes, and Cibaku Tōji noticed.
“Thinking of running?”
Cibaku Tōji sneered.
Unable to find the descendants of Minamoto no Yorimitsu, it decided to vent its anger on these Huaxia people.
Without any visible movement, a ghostly figure coalesced behind it, quickly forming a seal. With a howl, the ground split open with countless cracks, from which pale skeletal claws emerged, grabbing Zhao Ying and the others by the legs.
Those skeletal claws were not purely physical.
As the group struggled, they felt a tearing pain deep within their souls.
“Die!”
Cibaku Tōji’s eyes blazed with demonic fire.
Its massive body blurred into a series of afterimages, instantly crossing a hundred meters to appear before Zhao Ying and the others.
The black-scaled claw sliced through the air.
With a sharp whistle, it came crashing down.
The claw scraped against the air, creating sparks and shockwaves. Though it hadn’t yet reached them, the pressure from the displaced air nearly suffocated the group.
As they gazed at the ever-growing shadow of the claw, Zhao Ying felt her heart freeze.
Suddenly, she recalled the words Chen Huai'an had said to her and Xiang Xiaoyuan before heading to the Demon Hunting Conference.
“This world is dangerous; one’s own strength is the true path. Resources are good, but relying too much on them will eventually lead to downfall. You must keep practicing…”
Initially, she had thought the Demon Slaying Division of Province C was invincible.
Now, it seemed… they were far from it.
Gritting her teeth, Zhao Ying closed her eyes, silently bidding farewell in her heart.
She didn’t notice the space in front of her suddenly twisting,
A blurred figure abruptly appeared.
It was a figure much smaller than Cibaku Tōji, yet despite its size, a swirling demonic aura emanated from it, more ferocious than the youkai’s own.
Crack—!
A pale finger pressed against Cibaku Tōji’s fist.
The nail clashed against the black scales, sending sparks flying.
In its demonic state, Chen Huai'an stood firm against Cibaku Tōji.
A gust of wind erupted, swirling around the two figures.
“Hey, little demon from Neon.”
Chen Huai'an looked up.
His golden vertical pupils met Cibaku Tōji’s beastly gaze.
“You dare to harm my people on my turf… you’re quite lacking in manners.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly constricted to pinpricks,
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