While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

Xia Youjie was silent for a moment, then sighed softly: "Wu, you can't joke around with your classmates."

Tianyan didn't notice their conversation.

He has never felt happy for a single day while exorcising cursed spirits; he only feels that he is currently very irritable!

He strode toward the enormous cursed spirit.

The cursed spirit seemed to sense a threat; the smile on the old man's face vanished, replaced by a wary expression.

It opened its mouth and let out a deep roar that shook the entire building.

Then he raised his enormous right hand, spread his five fingers, and slapped it down at Tianyan!

The hand was as big as a dining table, covered with calluses and cracks, and the nails were black and long, like five curved daggers.

He didn't retreat, he didn't even slow down.

Just as the hand was about to strike his head, his body slumped slightly, like a leaf blown by the wind, and he nimbly slid to the side of the hand.

The bone blade sliced ​​through silently.

The thumb of that hand was cleanly severed at the base, rolled several times in the air, and landed on the ground with a dull thud.

There was no blood; what gushed from the cut was a black, viscous, asphalt-like liquid that emitted a pungent stench.

The cursed spirit froze for a moment, then let out a scream.

The sound didn't sound like a human voice; it was more like the shriek of some kind of metal being forcibly twisted, so piercing it sent chills down your spine.

Tianyan didn't stop. He ran up along the arm of the cursed spirit, his feet stepping on the tumors, each step leaving a dent.

The cursed spirit swung its other hand, trying to slap him away.

Tianyan leaped into the air, his body flipping halfway through the air to avoid the hand, while the bone blade on his left arm slashed upwards.

The bone blade sliced ​​into the cursed spirit's wrist, traveled up the forearm, and stopped at the elbow.

One arm was severed at the elbow.

Black liquid gushed out, splashing onto the walls, ceiling, and floor, leaving charred marks.

The cursed spirit lost its balance, staggered backward, and crashed through the toilet partition wall, with half of its body embedded in the classroom.

Tianyan landed without pausing, his toes barely touching the ground before he charged towards the cursed spirit once more.

The cursed spirit frantically waved its remaining hand, trying to grab him.

But every swing missed.

Tianyan's body seemed to anticipate its movements, always dodging at an incredible angle just as the hand was about to touch it.

Then, the bone blade slashed across.

A limb, a finger, half an ear.

The cursed spirit's body was dismembered bit by bit under the onslaught of the Heavenly Flame, like a piece of meat carefully cut by a chef.

Every swing of the blade was precise and elegant, with no superfluous movements and no wasted power.

The sounds of bone blades slicing through the air, the screams of cursed spirits, and the splashing of black liquid intertwined in the empty school building, creating an eerie symphony.

With his hands in his pockets and his deep blue eyes behind his sunglasses slightly narrowed, Gojo Satoru watched Tenyan's figure flickering around the cursed spirits.

"Tsk, looks really angry!" he exclaimed, his words carrying an ambiguous meaning.

"I bet Tianyan is a Taurus... a bull!"

Xia Youjie stood beside him and nodded in deep agreement.

After a moment of silence, Xia Youjie said softly, "Tianyan Jun's physical skills are amazing, like a dance."

"A dance of cruel beauty."

Gojo Satoru did not refute, but simply turned his attention back to the battlefield.

In the corridor, Tianyan's figure finally stopped.

He stood before the cursed spirit, his back straight, with two bone blades hanging at his sides, their tips pointing towards the ground.

The black liquid slowly slid down the bone blade, forming a small puddle on the floor.

His breathing was steady, his expression was calm, and he looked like he had just finished a warm-up exercise.

The cursed spirit opposite him was no longer human.

The body, which was over six meters tall, was dismembered into dozens of pieces of varying sizes and scattered around.

Two eyes, one large and one small, were still moving, and its mouth was opening and closing, making faint, indistinct sounds.

"Hua...zi...hua...zi..."

Tianyan looked down and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he lifted his right foot and stepped down.

"Click."

"Click."

Like crushing two watermelons, black liquid splattered all over the ground.

The surroundings fell silent, and black curse energy began to emanate from the surface of all the fragments, signifying the death of this cursed spirit!

Tianyan stood still, and the two bone blades turned into tiny specks of magical energy that dissipated into the air.

He turned around to face Gojo Satoru and Natsume, his bone armor covering his entire body. A beam of sunlight descended from the sky onto him, adding streaks of golden light to the black iron-colored bone armor.

"Have you ever seen this before?" he asked.

Gojo Satoru looked at him, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

"I've never seen anything like it before!"

Xia Youjie stretched out his hand, and amidst the surging black mist, a meter-long, shimmering white squid shot into the sky. The impact, powerful enough to pierce a human body, was blocked by its hard scales.

"You guys are taking it too easy. A new enemy has appeared; it's a level one cursed spirit."

Despite this, his tone remained calm.

The translucent black film scattered and flew in all directions like torn paper, turning into countless tiny specks of light in the air.

Tianyan raised his head, his pupils slightly contracting.

That was an Eastern dragon.

It was pure white, seven or eight meters long, and covered with layers of hard scales that shimmered with rainbow colors under the power of the spell and the sunlight.

Its body is long and slender, like a meticulously crafted work of art. Its four claws are sharp as hooks, and its head has a distinctive long beard and antler-like dragon horns. Its mane is like white clouds swirling around it.

Its mouth was entirely a deep blue, filled with dense, sharp fangs.

But what's most striking is its eyes.

Huge, protruding, bright yellow, with fierce eyes, it was staring intently at someone on the ground.

It was neither Gojo Satoru nor Natsume Yukichi.

It's Heavenly Flame!

Tianyan felt that gaze and a chill ran down his spine.

It's not fear, but a kind of instinctive stress response that the body produces when it's being targeted by a top predator.

"Isn't that a Rainbow Dragon? What a rare cursed spirit!"

Gojo Satoru observed the swooping rainbow dragon with great interest. He knew that the areas where such cursed spirits appeared were usually waters or deep mountains where a lot of negative emotions had accumulated due to disasters such as floods and torrential rains.

Although the abandoned school is located in a remote area, it is still some distance from the deep mountains.

"interesting."

Gojo Satoru stood with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky, his six eyes behind his sunglasses gleaming with excitement.

"The tent can block the view from the outside and the movements inside, and it can also prevent the cursed spirits inside from escaping, but it is not very effective at blocking people from the outside in."

Generally speaking, cursed spirits would never actively invade a barrier... but today, quite a few interesting things have happened one after another.