I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 655 The Death of Master Zhixiong
"Report!!"

He suddenly burst into the director's office, the secretary even disregarding basic etiquette.

"Osaka has sent an urgent telegram requesting tactical guidance from us!"

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Director Zhu Ya put down her pen and raised an eyebrow.

Tactical guidance is a unique way of saying "requesting aid" used by island nations;
Given the historical animosity between Osaka and Tokyo, there is only one possibility for the other side's urgency.

"Dragon-level extraordinary disaster?"

"Yes!"

The secretary handed over a tablet, which displayed information that had been urgently compiled.

"The Osaka area has been attacked by a supernatural disaster known as the 'Ten Blades': Five demon-level supernatural evil spirits have appeared so far, namely 'Beheading', 'Skinning', 'Burning with Fire', and 'Lingchi'!"

As for the third person, they did not identify themselves, so the Osaka side was unaware of their identity.

? !
Five Demon-level monsters truly deserve the title of 'Dragon-level disaster'.

"Nine Void Shaking Love?"

Upon closer inspection of the mastermind behind the scenes, Director Zhu Ya suddenly realized the truth.

This is not surprising.

Who is Jiu Kong Yao Ai?

The cold-blooded elites are the product of typical capitalist education, especially since this little girl possesses the power to overturn everything.

Unbridled is a perfect description of her: she only appeared as a comical character who repeatedly failed because she had always targeted Abe no Seimei.

But once she sets her sights on others, it's a terrifying prospect that wipes out all life!
As for her sudden attack on Osaka, Director Takeya could guess a little: Kusora Yoa's situation was not optimistic, and the stronger she became, the closer she was to being pushed onto the 'altar'.

It's already at the level of a powerful dragon.
If we take another step, it will surely lead to an abyss!
at this point,
I believe Jiu Kongyao is well aware of her own feelings.

Since she was going to die anyway, she naturally wouldn't care about anything else.

Before disappearing, she went crazy and acted recklessly—given Jiu Kong Yao Ai's personality, she was absolutely capable of doing it.

Thinking about it carefully, her target was most likely the 'Burning Legion,' except that those guys had already gone to Venus; and since the young lady didn't dare to cause trouble in Tokyo, she set her sights on Osaka: strictly speaking, it had a bit of a 'collateral damage' feel to it.

These thoughts flashed through Director Zhu Ya's mind, but after a moment's thought, he made a judgment.

"Tell Osaka that we will send reinforcements immediately and tell them to hold on."

"Yes!"

As the secretary bowed, the director took out his phone and dialed the Tokugawa family's number.

"It's me, Zhu Yachun."

"Yes, I would like to ask Lord Guang for your assistance."

"Thank you very much. The situation is urgent. Do you need us to provide transportation? We can fly there."

The situation was explained briefly in a few words, and the other side knew that the situation was critical. Guang had already set off—her 'divine incarnation' could fly.

With the strength of a Light Dragon, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage even against five Demon-level opponents; besides, Osaka also has Kafka, Master Shio, and others, and shouldn't Yagyu Onoda be there too?
"Yes, Lord Yagyu went to the center of Osaka immediately."

In response to Director Zhu Ya's question, the secretary immediately reported at a rapid pace.

"But he was stopped halfway,"

"What stopped him was—"

"Lingchi!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Gojo City, Nara Prefecture.

This place was formerly the forward stronghold of the 'Battle of Mount Koya'.
Kafka once worked as a 'decomposition worker' here. After the Nine-Tailed Fox forces left, those defense lines and military camps still exist.

And now, the defense line, now overgrown with weeds, is once again facing war;
A war between two people.

woo woo woo woo! ! !

A gust of wind swept a young man dressed in a blue samurai outfit through the deserted defensive line.

The high-strength, sturdy defenses and military facilities instantly crumpled and flew up—like a carpet trampled by galloping warhorses, the entire ground was scooped up piece by piece in a wave-like pattern, and began to twist and deform in the air.

"Hahaha~~~ Let's cut it clean!"

The wind had barely swept by when the maniacal laughter and thunder were already chasing and entangling them.

Concrete, bricks, and mud and sand that were torn apart from the ground exploded into countless tiny fragments as the lightning swept across the area!
As the dense barrage of slashes came into view, Yagyu Onoda took a deep breath and swung his twin swords forward.

"Yagyu Shininryu·Ukibune!"

As he spun his twin swords,

Layers of blue 'barriers' appeared before him; this was the vacuum he had created with his knife!
"You think you can defeat me by relying on elemental advantage?"

The figure enveloped in lightning smiled nonchalantly, and two short swords met the attack without fear.

Clang!
Although Yagyu Onoda's two swords were reduced to mere hilts, with the blades formed from azure spiritual energy, they still collided with the opponent's short sword with a deafening roar! At the same time, a semi-transparent 'barrier' suddenly rose up around the two of them.

On one side of the barrier, a fierce wind howled; on the other, lightning bolts shot forth! The two forces, both at the level of sword masters, clashed head-on, evenly matched.

Under such a violent impact, the translucent barrier spread rapidly to the left, right, and sky in a perpendicular manner to the ground, cutting the earth in two!

Brush, ×2
After the battle, the earth turned into a canyon, and the two figures separated to the left and right.

"Not bad swordsmanship, human."

One of them was Yagyu Onoda, who was holding two broken swords; the other was holding two small dachi and was completely naked, but he did not give people any inappropriate thoughts because his body was covered with countless sword marks, so many that they could give people trypophobia.

It was as if the whole person was made up of countless 'thin slices'.

Creepy!

"You're quite good at fighting to a draw with my 'death by a thousand cuts' technique."

"That's too kind,"

Regarding the enemy's praise,
Yagyu Onoda showed no sign of joy.

His element is wind, and his opponent's element is lightning. Theoretically, he should have an absolute advantage!

The result was merely a draw; if anyone else had encountered this guy, they would have been locked in a fierce battle or even died.

This guy is no weaker than the former great demon 'Red Lotus'!

This judgment was reached.

Onoda tightened his grip on the knife. Fortunately, he was the one facing this 'death by a thousand cuts'.

"The Ten Blades under the command of Jiu Kong Yao Ai,"

"So you're the chief?"

Upon hearing Onoda's attempt to elicit information, a displeased expression appeared on the other person's face, which was composed of countless thin slices of flesh.

"No,"

"I am only the third seat."

Nani? !
Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts) wasn't the first position?
Yagyu Onoda was taken aback. Despite his ancient samurai attire, he was once a spendthrift biker gang member who indulged in eating, drinking, and having fun, causing his biological father, Yagyu Harashige, a major headache.

Therefore, he carried a cell phone and wore a specially made headset; he learned from the Osaka government that these 'Ten Blades' were names of torture methods.

In his mind, the person in front of him who was being subjected to 'death by a thousand cuts' should be the first-ranked person. Could there be other experts among them?

"Worry about yourself first—"

The displeased 'Lingchi' spread his arms, and lightning flashed on the two small katana.

In the next instant, he vanished from his spot, his sword and all, transforming into a winding, ghastly white bolt of lightning. Following a strange, intermittent trajectory, it traversed all directions around Yagyu Onoda, with countless flashes of lightning constantly interspersed with extremely deadly blades.

"To be torn to pieces!!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Koyasan,
Many temples built against the mountainside collapsed along with the mountain and were buried in the earth and rocks.

"Amitabha, donor"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!" Accompanied by the low chanting of Buddhist hymns, the arms behind the hundred-meter-tall golden Guanyin bloomed like flowers, sometimes forming hand seals, sometimes striking out with palms, sometimes clenching fists to subdue demons—as these huge golden fists fell, the earth was instantly blasted through, undulating and trembling like the surface of the sea.

That's right. In fact, most of the damage here so far was caused by Master Zhixiong himself.

But there was nothing that could be done. Facing a Ghost-level expert, the young Master Zhixiong dared not and could not hold back.

"Monk, if I truly lay down my butcher's knife;"

A crimson crescent moon shot out from the billowing smoke and dust, instantly drawing out an ominous blade of light hundreds of meters long; the enormous 'Hundred-Hand Guanyin' immediately clasped its many hands together, forcefully restraining the crimson blade of light with the posture of 'catching a blade with bare hands'.

"You'll definitely punch me into two little pancakes, and then I'll naturally 'become a Buddha'."

Amidst the laughter, a figure was sent flying backward.

This is a young man dressed as an executioner, with a slicked-back hairstyle. He talks nonsense while fighting, and doesn't look like a master at all.

But he is indeed a demon-level evil spirit, and as an 'evil spirit,' he held his own against Master Zhixiong's 'Hundred-Hand Guanyin' in the heart of this island nation's Buddhist center.

"Hmm, have some experts arrived from Tokyo?"

Tilting his head slightly, as if obtaining information through some unknown means, the slick-haired male evil spirit clicked his tongue.

"I can't play anymore, it's boring~~"

brush----

He suddenly turned and sped toward the monks in the temple on the other side of the mountain.

"Stop him!"

"Form the Immovable King Formation!"

Many powerful monks formed the Vajra Mudra with their hands, and red light emanated from their bodies;

The rays of light shot into the sky, merged together, and transformed into a statue of 'Acala' that was over ten meters tall.

A statue of Acala, with one head and four faces, each displaying one of the four aspects of wrath, compassion, wisdom, and peace, and six arms each forming a mudra, sat atop a nine-tiered lotus pedestal; suspended in mid-air, golden lotuses slowly bloomed.

These powerful monks, even working together, could only achieve this much; but with just a slight obstruction, Master Zhixiong...
change----

However, the male evil spirit carrying a blood-red broadsword suddenly turned around.

？ ！！

"Ah~~"

With a short cry of alarm, the nearby monastery suddenly exploded, and a young monk was dragged away by a male evil spirit.

"Beast!"

"You dare——"

The monks, wielding great power, were immediately enraged.
A powerful ghost-level expert actually went to capture a novice monk with no spiritual power?
"Hehe, a bunch of brainless bald monks."

The male evil spirit with slicked-back hair, wielding a blood-red longsword, merely sneered disdainfully before grabbing the young monk and charging towards Master Zhixiong.

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Seeing that the other party was shamelessly using 'hostages' as a shield, Zhixiong's eyes hardened.

The next moment, the Hundred-Hand Guanyin that enveloped him suddenly shrank.

Bang! ! !
After a muffled thud, the figures suddenly separated.

"master?!"

Are you alright?

As Zhi Xiong descended gracefully, a powerful monk immediately came to meet him.

"I'm fine. Protect him."

After tossing the little monk he was carrying to the monks, the young Master Zhixiong turned around and looked at the male evil spirit that had just brushed past him.

"Master, your hand."

The young monk, caught by the Dharma Master, looked up at Master Zhixiong floating in the sky: there was crimson seepage on his sleeve.

"Minor injury,"

Zhixiong didn't turn around. It was indeed a minor injury. If it weren't for saving someone, given the nature of his 'Hundred-Hand Guanyin' covering his entire body, he wouldn't have even been injured unless his magic power was exhausted.

Even when facing Abe no Seimei, he was suppressed under the earth along with his image, but he was not injured.

"Hahaha, a minor injury?"

The evil spirit with the slicked-back hair opposite him carried the blood-red broadsword on its shoulder.

"Monk, you are about to die."

?

Could the other person's knife be poisoned?

Zhi Xiong frowned slightly as he felt his 'magic power' circulating throughout his body without any abnormalities.

The evil spirit on the other side is at least a ghost-level expert, so it wouldn't be bluffing—even though it just took someone hostage in a very unethical way.

"I forgot to introduce myself,"

The evil spirit, wielding a blood-red greatsword, seemed to have victory firmly in its grasp.
"My name is 'Yitian', the number one of the 'Ten Blades' under Miss's command!"

? ?
Upon hearing this name, Zhixiong was slightly taken aback: despite the island nation's Buddhist claim that he was a Vajra residing in the world with "astonishing wisdom," he used to be a good-for-nothing playboy.

On the contrary, several of the older monks among the powerful monks behind him suddenly changed their expressions!
Could it be
"It seems you still don't understand what you're facing,"

Judging from Zhixiong's face, the other party was unaware of 'his' identity. The evil spirit who called himself 'Yitian' pointed his thumb at himself.

"Remember this: those who cut off their noses will be punished; those who annihilate will be exterminated—I, your great one, will exterminate their entire clan!"

? ? ! !
Shio also has connections with the Osaka government and knows that these attacking 'Ten Blades' are a form of punishment. Now that this guy who calls himself 'Nose Exterminator' is capable of exterminating nine generations of his family, what is his ability?

brush,

Before Master Zhixiong could react, the other party had already stabbed himself in the chest.

Pulling out a beating heart, the man who called himself 'Yitian' revealed a cruel smile amidst the drastic change in expression of the many monks from Mount Koya.

"Punishment by association!"

Pfft

With his five fingers together, he was about to crush the heart in his palm!
"cough---"

A mouthful of blood gushed out; Zhixiong, whose arm had only been scratched, suddenly turned pale and swayed precariously.

Because his heart had already exploded into a pile of minced meat at the same time!
"Hahahaha~~"

"Next, I'll send these bald monks down to keep you company."

He pointed his blood-red longsword at the other powerful monks; these weaklings didn't even need his abilities, he could kill them with a single blow.

"Master Zhixiong?"

"You beast, you actually dared to assassinate the master!"

"Acala, what should we do?"

Amidst the angry curses of numerous powerful monks, the young Zhixiong collapsed to the ground, sitting cross-legged and pressing his palms together.

Thus have I heard: At one time the Buddha was staying in the Jeta Grove, Anathapindika's Park, in the country of Shravasti, with a great assembly of twelve hundred and fifty monks.

Despite his heart being crushed, Zhixiong felt no sadness, fear, or anger; instead, he closed his eyes and softly recited scriptures, showing neither joy nor sorrow—wasn't his father the same way back then?

"May Guanyin have mercy."

With his last breath, the Hundred-Armed Guanyin behind him suddenly rose up again, countless hands facing the evil male spirit wielding a blood-red broadsword.

"Demons are merciless!"

In a flash,

The entire world was dyed a golden color;
The attack, imbued with Shio's last chakra, transformed into a golden pillar of light that shot straight out and engulfed the opponent!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

PS: 劓殄 (yì tiǎn)

(End of this chapter)