A hint of red light flashed in Fushiguro Toji's eyes, and a cruel arc spread across his lips. He didn't even draw Heavenly Restriction; he merely twisted the blade to churn the enemy's heart into minced meat. Without hesitation, he immediately freed his right hand and placed it in front of Ugly Treasure, which was wrapped around him, assuming a drawing-slash stance.
"Zheng!"
Instantly, Ugly Treasure, with zero delay, prepared a new weapon for its master.
A white light flashed at Fushiguro Toji's waist; that was the Soul Slayer Blade unsheathing in an instant!
A terrifying sword ki broke free from the blade's confines, directly striking the enemy's neck in front of him.
As expected, a single slash decapitated him.
This was just the beginning.
When Fushiguro Toji got ruthless, he wouldn't hold back in the slightest.
Even after inflicting two fatal wounds—"heart destruction" and "decapitation"—Fushiguro Toji still didn't stop. Instead, he revealed a bloodthirsty smile.
Because he worked for his Boss, facing extremely troublesome enemies, Fushiguro Toji knew that some guys might not be completely killed by just a pierced heart.
Moreover, being merciful to an enemy is being cruel to oneself, so every strike must be a killing blow!
The blades of slaughter stirred up fierce gales, accompanied by terrifying flashes of sword light and blade shadows, and blood splattered everywhere.
Wielding two blades, Fushiguro Toji, unleashing his full power, had eyes so ferocious they resembled a bloodthirsty monster. As soon as he moved, he directly surpassed the limits of human dynamic vision.
With his honed killing techniques, no one could count how many flashes of blade light and sword shadows were in the center of that terrifying storm of slaughter.
All they knew was that under such a dense assault, the bloodied Gojo Shinyan had almost no ability to resist. Whether it was hard bones or soft organs, everything was chopped into a pile of rotten flesh.
What was even more exaggerated was that by the time Fushiguro Toji sheathed his blades again, and the blades and scabbards clicked shut with a crisp sound, the blood rain and fragments he had cut down from above only then began to patter down.
This precisely demonstrated that Fushiguro Toji's speed was so fast that even "gravity" hadn't had time to react.
"Where did this old man come from?"
Suguru Geto's mouth hung open, his inner astonishment beyond words.
It truly was one wave after another.
One second, Suguru Geto was still immersed in the surprise his friend Kenmyo had given him; the next second, he witnessed that man's stunning entrance, forcefully piercing the enemy's heart from behind, and then using a dual-wielding style to dismember the enemy into minced meat—the entire process took no more than three breaths.
He swallowed hard.
After all, unlike ordinary strong athletes, this old man's oppressive presence was too strong.
His strong muscles, the tyrannical, fierce killing intent, and even the Special Grade Cursed Tools he used—he didn't look like an unknown nobody.
With Suguru Geto's eyesight, he only felt a brilliant white light flash in his vision and saw nothing, and then the enemy, who in his eyes was no different from a god and utterly arrogant, directly turned into a puddle of blood foam.
Suguru Geto looked at Kenmyo, who was in the center of the giant Buddha emitting sacred light. That guy looked normal, not at all affected by this phenomenon, as if everything was within his expectations.
It's too terrifying.
"Is this person yours too?"
If it weren't for a mandatory command, Suguru Geto probably wouldn't believe that anyone other than Kenmyo would be willing to get involved in this mess.
Kenmyo became increasingly mysterious in Suguru Geto's eyes. How many things did his friend have that he didn't know?
From being weak at first, struggling to deal with even a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit, to now even conjuring a domain, didn't it precisely mean that a Special Grade Cursed Spirit was just a dish for him?
This leap in strength was simply unheard of; he was too strong.
He's too powerful, my goodness.
Whether it was Kenmyo's hidden Domain Expansion or that handsome old man below who was going berserk.
Suguru Geto was acutely aware, and he even sadly realized that the gap in strength between him and Kenmyo was already an unfathomable chasm.
And it was a gap in strength that he wouldn't be able to bridge for at least the next few years!
Currently, Suguru Geto could only barely be considered a Special Grade Sorcerer, but his Cursed Spirit Manipulation had not yet fully reached Special Grade, which meant he still had a very long way to go before he could develop a domain.
Moreover, that old man below was not easy to deal with either.
If Suguru Geto were to endure that man's terrifying slashes, that large, bloody, mangled mess would likely be his fate as well.
The man, holding two blades, had just completed a masterful dismemberment show, his white hoodie completely soaked in crimson blood.
Bathed in a rain of blood, combined with the thick, rich bloodlust and brutal beastly aura, he resembled an Asura who had walked out of a slaughtering hell.
Fierce and deadly!
Feeling the real sensation of piercing flesh transmitted from both Heavenly Restriction and the Soul Slayer Blade, Fushiguro Toji, drenched in blood, his lips slightly curled upwards, trembled with excitement.
Perhaps this was the true nature of the arrogant, powerful, and cruel Heavenly Restraints Tyrant; the bloodthirsty instinct constantly stimulated Fushiguro Toji's brain nerves.
Satisfied, he murmured,
"I'm glad my touch hasn't dulled after a few days of childcare."
After spending a few peaceful days with his two children, Fushiguro Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro, the quiet life was good, but the life of a killer, full of slaughter, suited him better.
Every pore on Fushiguro Toji's skin exuded pleasure and excitement; this was his true battlefield.
However, don't think that Fushiguro Toji merely provided the audience with a thrilling feast of slaughter; Kenmyo, as the domain's constructor, seemed to be watching as if nothing was happening.
This is a wrong stereotype. Kenmyo was not idly observing; he was the one restraining this unknown Gojo Family member, preventing him from using Cursed Techniques to retaliate while Fushiguro Toji attacked.
The negative electrons in the raging waves of the dirac sea can melt and corrode even the hardest Special Grade Cursed Spirit armor, let alone human skin. Just a touch would likely rot it directly to the bone, like aqua regia.
Therefore, Kenmyo was using 120% of his energy to suppress and control the dirac sea, forcefully freezing it only for the opponent to immediately unseal it.
The confrontation between Kenmyo and Gojo Shinyan was on a microscopic level!
It was equivalent to freezing constantly moving, irregularly active negative electrons with terrifying low temperatures to prevent their activity.
However, there is a considerable amount of energy between negative electrons. This energy is released when these negative electrons move. The accumulated thermal energy generates high temperatures, which then counteract the cold, making the electrons active again.
The speed of these reactions was so fast that there wasn't even time to tally the wins and losses between failure and success, opening and closing. The two of them were like two high-precision supercomputers, constantly vying for control, engaging in at least a thousand gambits per second!
Fortunately, Kenmyo had the spiritual energy, a fatal Trojan virus for Cursed Techniques, which allowed him to gain a certain initiative and suppressive power, enabling Fushiguro Toji to succeed so easily.
Although he didn't know who this guy was, there was no doubt that this was the most difficult fight Kenmyo had ever had since acquiring these powers.
However, Kenmyo estimated that he wouldn't be that easy to kill.
"Hmm?"
Fushiguro Toji, bathing in blood rain and feeling quite satisfied that his skills hadn't dulled after a period of stable life, wasn't happy for even three seconds.
Suddenly, Fushiguro Toji's eyes narrowed. In the midst of the unknown, his perception seemed to foresee something, instantly pushing his sense of crisis to its limit.
"Impossible!"
As Fushiguro Toji looked up, his gaze caught a blood-red eyeball, covered in cracks, intently staring at him from the shredded remains of flesh he had churned with his blade.
The eyeball was filled with rage.
"Retreat!"
His Boss, Kenmyo's, command came through Fushiguro Toji's earpiece.
"Kenmyo?"
Suguru Geto looked at Kenmyo with a worried expression; his face seemed a bit grim.
"It's nothing."
Kenmyo rubbed the blood that had overflowed from his nose, appearing nonchalant.
Not only competing with Cursed Energy, but also having to think.
Prolonged overworking of his brain was a bit too much for Kenmyo to bear.
He was already multitasking; Rin Winter Frost Heart's Cursed Technique belonged to Ryu, not him, and he had to expend a lot of energy to operate this Cursed Technique. He was using the remaining CPU to confront the enemy.
Engaging in thousands of gambits with the opponent every second, prolonged endurance would naturally be difficult for the living Kenmyo to sustain.
He was exploited by the opponent in an instant.
Fushiguro Toji already felt something was very wrong and was wary of the opponent; he would retreat if anything felt off.
When he suddenly received the command, he didn't even hesitate, retreating immediately.
As soon as the words fell, seventeen or eighteen giant black hands appeared in a nearly 700-meter radius, centered on where Fushiguro Toji had just stood, unfolding from the Cursed Technique Vulnerability extended from Kenmyo's 1890th item.
There was no time to react. It was too fast; everything happened in a flash.
"Boom!"
Clear, visible cracks suddenly appeared on the several-meter-thick layer of ice accumulated above the dirac sea.
Suddenly, giant black palms, each over a hundred meters long, stretched out from the dirac sea in Fushiguro Toji's retreat path, a chaotic dance of demons.
Those hands seemed alive, precisely aiming to grab Fushiguro Toji tightly and crush him like an insect.
What no one noticed was that the skeletal remains, which Fushiguro Toji had just hacked into a pile of minced meat, were slowly entering the dirac sea.
A solemn expression appeared on Fushiguro Toji's face. He propped himself with one hand on the ground, constantly twisting his body in the air, jumping backward repeatedly.
Because he was quite agile, it was generally difficult for these ghostly things to catch him.
However, those were only simple attacks. The truly complex attacks, which he couldn't unleash while fighting Kenmyo, were now all released.
Each of these wrists had very distinct eye marks. Round, large eyes with disgusting mucus looked at Fushiguro Toji. These sinister things shot out black chains directly from their wrists, palms, and other open areas.
"Hmm?"
This resulted in Fushiguro Toji's vision being almost completely covered by chains attacking him from all directions. The initial purpose of these chains was not to pierce, but to bind.
Fushiguro Toji drew his blades to block, creating another metallic storm, with incessant clanging sounds.
Moreover, a dozen blades, each 1 meter wide, actually anticipated Fushiguro Toji's landing spot, suddenly rising and extending from that location, giving him no time to dodge. He could only hastily cross his dual blades in front of him as a guard.
A crimson blade light flashed, creating intense sparks as it rubbed against Fushiguro Toji's dual blades. It was dazzling and happened in a flash.
But Fushiguro Toji only lasted less than a second before being completely knocked over by the terrifying power contained within these blades. Not only that, but there were other things contained within, not merely an attempt to stab him through.
And Fushiguro Toji was sent flying with great force, so fast that he even created a Mach cone.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The agile Fushiguro Toji flew backward, smashing through all the icebergs and hands that tried to drag him into the dirac sea along the way, essentially unimpeded.
Until Fushiguro Toji landed in the hand of the Great Buddha controlled by Kenmyo, held securely by his waist, head facing down.
Kenmyo could see that Fushiguro Toji's upper body clothing had been completely shattered during the violent impact, revealing a scarred torso with multiple scratches, some deep enough to show bone, and other areas directly pierced.
Of course, the most severe effect was the corrosive damage to the body. Fushiguro Toji had only been grazed, yet a large chunk of flesh had been scraped off his abdomen as if by a scoop.
That entire area was empty, his internal organs gone, likely having spilled out during the process of being sent flying.
Yet, even so, Fushiguro Toji's two Special Grade Cursed Tools and Ugly Treasure were perfectly preserved, completely unaffected by the enemy's attack.
Kenmyo didn't hesitate; he immediately took out his special Red Potion, opened the cap, and desperately poured it into his mouth.
With this Red Potion, which could restore over 60% of blood in one go, a hint of color immediately returned to Fushiguro Toji's pale face.
Bringing the dead back to life, mending flesh and bone.
He instantly regained consciousness. Recalling his miserable state just now, an unwilling expression immediately appeared on his face.
Fushiguro Toji wanted to say something, but Kenmyo directly shook his head, stopping him from speaking.
"You should withdraw."
Kenmyo said to Fushiguro Toji.
This kind of unequal battle without a true physical form indeed greatly restricted Fushiguro Toji, who only relied on martial arts; even a slight graze would result in serious injury.
In the distance, Gojo Shinyan had also largely completed his regeneration, standing naked from the utterly dark dirac sea.
"In this era, there are still people who can push me to this extent."
Gojo Shinyan's tone openly conveyed his admiration for Kenmyo and Fushiguro Toji.
Their combat power truly made Gojo Shinyan experience what real combat was like.
"I acknowledge you."
"Therefore, I will show my respect."
Under Gojo Shinyan's control, a skeletal-like structure emerged from the dark, black dirac sea beneath his feet.
"This is my strongest collection."
"Is that a Cursed Spirit?"
Kenmyo hadn't expected such a behemoth to be hidden within the dirac sea; it was clearly a super-giant Cursed Spirit that had been dead for a long time.
"Damn, how much can this thing hide?"
The unknown Cursed Spirit was Special Grade, and it was the highest rank in Kenmyo's newly established Special Grade system!
Kenmyo made this judgment based on its posthumous pressure.
The giant skull with a ferocious face was the first to emerge. All its flesh had been corroded away by the dirac sea, but its crimson-gold skeleton remained intact for some unknown reason. Its skeletal height alone was comparable to the Great Buddha constructed by Kenmyo.
"Revive! Karasu Tengu!"
Then, inexplicably, with the death domain as an lead, dense, thick meridians grew on the giant skeleton's bones, forming muscles, and finally solidifying into heavy armor. The armor slowly extended, and the face gradually evolved into a Cursed Spirit resembling a long-nosed Great Tengu.
Behind it were six wing-like appendages that seemed to burn, feeling as if a single flap could generate earth-shattering destructive power.
Moreover, within the dirac sea, an oversized black katana was also slowly rising.
Upon seeing this, Kenmyo no longer held back, immediately manipulating the domain to attack this still-forming Cursed Spirit.
"Only a fool would wait for it to fully recover."