Chapter 280
With a swift motion, he grasped the giant claw, and in the next instant, an immense force erupted from his arm, sending Tsukumo-tōji flying with a shoulder throw.
The already ravaged Wada was now reduced to ruins.
Tsukumo-tōji crawled out from the debris, his heart pounding in terror as he gazed at the strange human who had suddenly appeared.
“What... what are you?”
“I am…” Chen Huai'an's figure flickered and vanished from sight.
Zhao Ying and Xiang Xiaoyuan couldn't catch a glimpse of Chen Huai'an at all.
In the blink of an eye, he had reappeared above Tsukumo-tōji.
A fist came crashing down—
Boom!
The rubble of the entire street seemed to rise and fall in unison.
Chen Huai'an stood in the deep pit, his foot planted firmly on Tsukumo-tōji's head.
Tilting his stiff neck, with demonic flames flickering in his vertical pupils, he declared, “I am the containment object No. 0 of the Demon-Slaying Division of C Province, codename—Tyrant. Welcome to your future demolition.”
The malevolent spirit before him was merely an avatar.
Chen Huai'an knew he couldn't hold it back.
He stomped down hard on Tsukumo-tōji's foot.
The ground sank another three inches, and Tsukumo-tōji's body shattered into pieces.
With the fight over, Chen Huai'an pulled out his last pair of shorts and casually put them on.
From now on, he would need to conceal his swordsmanship in the Cangyun Realm.
The first priority for concealment was the Dragon Soul.
The second was the Qinglian Sword Canon and Sword Intent.
However, the formidable physique and strength from the Tianmo Gong could be revealed.
After all, mutated monsters were everywhere now.
He was just a bit more thoroughly mutated than the rest.
Wearing a containment object label made it less likely for him to be suspected.
He hadn’t intended to create a pit in the ground.
It was mainly to avoid exposing his bare backside when his clothes had exploded.
“Governor!” Zhao Ling and Xiang Xiaoyuan, having survived the ordeal, nearly burst into tears upon seeing Chen Huai'an. Xiang Xiaoyuan quickly pulled out a leather jacket and stepped forward—what if he caught a cold in this freezing weather?
But before she could reach him, a striking figure had already appeared at the Governor's side.
With a gentle grip, she draped a piece of clothing over Chen Huai'an. A fleeting glance from her carried a subtle warning and a hint of indifference.
Xiang Xiaoyuan froze in place, momentarily stunned.
Zhao Ying looked at Li Qingran, feeling a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen her somewhere before.
But she couldn’t quite recall where.
“Who is this...?”
Hearing Zhao Ying's question, Chen Huai'an found himself at a loss for how to introduce her. After all, he had merely happened to pass by and jumped from the helicopter to join the fray.
“Hmm!”
From the back of the crowd came a youthful, delicate cough.
Lin Lingling stepped forward, parting the crowd with an air of indifference, her small hand propping up her chin as she said flatly:
“Let me introduce! This beautiful big sister is… the overseas mysterious CEO of the resource management department of our C Province Demon-Slaying Division!”
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Chapter 297: Call Him Chairman Chen
“Has the Huazone really produced such powerful cultivators? To think a single punch could shatter my avatar…”
On top of a skyscraper in Osaka, Tsukumo-tōji glared at the cracks on his body, his expression darkening.
It was said that the Huazone was developing much faster than Neon.
After all, the revival of spiritual energy in the Huazone was backed by five thousand years of history and a vast pantheon.
In the past, he had looked down on it.
But after today’s encounter, he realized he had indeed underestimated them.
The opponent was clearly just a member of the Huazone's demon slayers, yet he could easily tear apart Tsukumo-tōji's avatar. Such strength was rare even among the Onmyōji of Neon; he might even be the best.
“I’m still too weak…”
Tsukumo-tōji muttered to himself, clenching his fists. “I must quickly increase my power before the arrival of the myth, kill more, devour more… otherwise, life will be hard ahead.”
He stood up, ready to leap from the top of the building, when suddenly, his body froze in place, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move.
It was that an overwhelming pressure had descended upon him.
He couldn’t budge an inch.
Above the dome, thunderclouds gathered.
A fierce wind mixed with torrential rain.
The roaring thunder sounded like the wrath of a deity, echoing in Tsukumo-tōji's ears.
Suddenly, a phantom hand pressed down on Tsukumo-tōji's broad shoulder.
The hand was small, like that of a child.
In comparison to Tsukumo-tōji's massive frame, it was like a grain of rice.
Yet, this tiny hand seemed to possess the strength of a thousand mountains, causing Tsukumo-tōji's body to plunge downward.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
That hand pressed Tsukumo-tōji through more than thirty floors, continuing to smash into the earth a kilometer deep, until his body was shredded by the sharp rock layers, his wails echoing before it finally stopped.
[Tsukumo-tōji, you have crossed the line!]
A cold voice rang in Tsukumo-tōji's ears, laced with a hint of casual malice.
[Without permission, you shall not enter Huaxia!]
“Cough…” Tsukumo-tōji spat blood, struggling to speak, “I-I’m sorry, I thought the avatar… the avatar…”
Boom!
The hand pressed down on Tsukumo-tōji's head, sinking another hundred meters.
Until, with his head held over the magma of Mount Fuji, it declared:
[Your avatar is not enough!]
“Please, don’t kill me, I beg you…”
[Rules are rules!]
“Please…”
The hand released.
Tsukumo-tōji's head fell toward the magma.
Before it could land, a massive serpent's head suddenly emerged from the magma, swallowing his head whole, crunching it to bits.
This serpent's head was already dozens of meters wide.
It was unimaginable how enormous the body lurking in the magma was.
Several other serpent heads also surfaced, their eyes gazing up at the phantom figure with a mix of submission and eagerness.
[Orochi, it is not yet your time to descend.]
[Take this as a warning!]
The giant serpent named Orochi immediately lowered its head in a submissive manner.
Only after the phantom figure had long vanished did it gradually relax.
A flicker of unwillingness and desire passed through its serpent eyes, but it obediently sank back into the magma after a brief glance at the cracks in the rock wall.
Meanwhile.
At the Rashomon in Kyoto.
A rift in space opened against the blood-red sky.
A brand new Tsukumo-tōji crawled out from within. He surveyed his surroundings, his golden beast-like eyes reflecting intoxication and madness.
“Mmm~ the scent of humans!”
“Ha ha ha! I’m back!”
He flexed his twisted right arm, his eyes glinting as if recalling something, and then he suddenly realized, snarling, “Minamoto no Yorimitsu… Watanabe no Tsuna! Just you wait, I’m coming for revenge for my severed arm! Ha ha ha!”
With that, he oriented himself toward the sunlight.
And headed in the direction of his memories.
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Without Lin Lingling, this place would truly fall apart.
Chen Huai'an secretly gave a thumbs up to the three eggs.
“Overseas financing CEO,” what a high-end term.
Even if he turned his stomach inside out, he couldn’t come up with such an impressive title.
If only he had a bit more time, he could think of a way to give Li Qingran an identity.
Just saying she was Li Qingran's master wouldn’t be a problem.
But regarding her strength…
What if someone blurted something in front of Li Qingran and he got exposed?
Now, the three eggs had spat out a string of terms that, while essentially meaning “executive president of financing partners responsible for resource supply to the C Province Demon-Slaying Division,” were perfectly understood by Zhao Ling, Xiang Xiaoyuan, and the demon slayers present.
Only Li Qingran remained in the dark.
“Master, what does overseas mysterious financing CEO mean?”
Li Qingran blinked her big eyes at Chen Huai'an.
“It means ‘disciple’ in this world, but not many people know this term. If you ask others, they might not understand,” Chen Huai'an replied with a sincere smile.
“I see.”
Li Qingran nodded seriously, stroking her chin.
Then she asked, “So, what does Master call himself using this secretive term?”
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