My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

A chilling, malevolent wind swirled across the plaza in front of the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

The mutated Onmyoji let out a roar that was not human, and thick, tangible black energy emanated from its entire body.

Those rolled-back eyes were fixed on Li Chengqian. Suddenly, the body lowered, like a giant black venomous spider skimming the ground, brandishing ten long fingernails like black daggers, and lunged fiercely at Li Chengqian's face.

The pungent, foul stench of the wind instantly sealed off all escape routes.

Li Chengqian did not back down.

He stared intently at the purplish-black ghost face swollen with blood, stomped his left foot hard on the blood-stained bluestone slab, and the muscles in his waist and back bulged instantly under his tight black outfit. Facing the intertwined black claw shadows, he threw a punch without any fancy moves.

boom!

The dull thud of flesh colliding was like the beating of a broken drum.

Li Chengqian's fist landed precisely on the Yin-Yang Master's palm, and his sharp black nails instantly tore through the flesh on the back of his hand, leaving several deep, bone-revealing blood grooves.

The foul-smelling black blood flowed unimpeded from the wound and into Li Chengqian's veins.

It was a kind of chilling toxin that seemed capable of completely freezing even the bone marrow.

In the blink of an eye, the edges of the wound on the back of Li Chengqian's hand began to turn a deathly grayish-white, and the cold air spread wildly upwards along the meridians of his forearm, attempting to freeze his heart and numb his mind.

"Your Highness!" Qin Huaidao, standing behind, was furious and gripped his saber, ready to charge forward.

"Step back!"

Li Chengqian roared, his voice hoarse like that of a wounded lone wolf.

He lowered his head, staring intently at his blackened arm.

The cold air rampaged through my blood vessels.

But it was in that very instant that...

The lingering image of the book "The Book of Time" resurfaced in his mind: the pregnant women of the Tang Dynasty who had been disemboweled, the innocent civilians scratching their throats in the gas chambers. The hatred etched into his bones transformed into a raging fire a hundred times more ferocious than the insidious poison itself.

This rage ignited the bravery inherited in the blood of the Li Tang royal family, and their blood and qi exploded like magma bursting through their meridians.

The chilling toxin that had tried to freeze him was instantly devoured by the boiling blood and qi, like cold water dripping into a scalding oil pan. It even transformed into some strange nourishment, causing Li Chengqian's muscles to swell up again.

"Is that all you've got?"

"Since future generations are being bullied by you descendants, then I, as an ancestor, will help future generations completely eliminate the source of this harm."

Li Chengqian slowly raised his head, his eyes now completely turned a terrifying scarlet red.

He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, his expression both sinister and manic.

A hint of surprise finally flashed in the Onmyoji's rolled-up eyes. He clearly hadn't expected that this mortal could withstand the earth vein poison with pure physical blood and qi.

He let out a sharp, eerie cry, and his other ghostly claw, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, aimed straight for Li Chengqian's throat.

This time, Li Chengqian was faster than him.

He slammed his right arm down, deflecting the demon's claws. His left hand transformed from a palm into a claw, grabbing the Onmyoji's messy long hair tightly. His arm muscles bulged, and using the momentum of the demon's forward lunge, he slammed the ugly head hard onto the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

boom!

The white marble steps were smashed, leaving a deep crater, with rubble flying everywhere.

The Onmyoji's nasal bone shattered instantly, and black, foul blood gushed out. But he was, after all, a monster whose body was filled with malevolent energy. He braced his hands against the ground and used his waist and back to try to break free from Li Chengqian's suppression.

Li Chengqian gave him absolutely no chance to breathe.

He loosened his hair, and his right knee, like a heavy warhammer, slammed heavily into the Onmyoji's chest with a thunderous sound. With a crisp sound of the sternum collapsing, the Onmyoji coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and his entire body was knocked backward and collapsed to the ground.

Li Chengqian stepped forward, straddling the Onmyoji's waist. His fists, like tireless pile drivers, aimed at the demon's face and chest, and began a frenzied, unreserved attack.

boom!boom!boom! !

The dull thuds of the blows echoed across the palace square, each punch accompanied by a chilling cracking sound.

The Yin-Yang Master's prized protective aura of malevolence proved as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before Li Chengqian's powerful punch, ignited by hatred and bloodlust. The black aura scattered in all directions, and his face was smashed beyond recognition, his features deeply sunken into his skull.

He was still waving his hands, trying to fight back.

Li Chengqian's eyes were icy cold. He precisely gripped the Yin-Yang Master's right wrist with both hands, twisted his body backward, and with a crisp "crack," the arm was broken off, the pale bone fragments piercing the skin and exposed to the air.

Next was the left arm.

Click.

Then there are the knees of both legs.

Li Chengqian stood up, raised his foot clad in heavy battle boots, and stomped heavily on the Yin-Yang Master's kneecap, causing his two lower legs to bend in a strange reverse direction.

All four limbs were severed.

The arrogant and domineering Onmyoji was now like a maggot out of water, writhing in agony in a pool of blood, letting out a pitiful, whistling moan.

Li Chengqian was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, sweat mixed with black blood dripping down his chin.

He bent down, stretched out one hand, and tightly gripped the Onmyoji's broken neck, effortlessly lifting the cripple into the air with one arm.

Looking at the monster still twitching unconsciously in his hand, Li Chengqian's smile grew even colder.

"Take a deep breath."

Li Chengqian looked at the Yin-Yang Master's unfocused, rolled-back eyes and spoke calmly, as if he were exchanging pleasantries with an old friend.

"It's normal to feel dizzy; the dizziness will subside quickly."

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly flipped his wrist outward.

Click.

A crisp sound of a neck bone breaking rang out. The Onmyoji's head slumped limply to one side, his eyes completely losing their luster, and the black aura around him rapidly dissipated, turning him into a putrid corpse.

Li Chengqian released his hand in disgust.

The body fell onto the steps with a thud and rolled down the stone steps.

"Victory! Victory!"

The morale of the five hundred elite Xuanjia soldiers lined up at the rear soared to its peak when they saw the prince tear the enemy's demon apart with his bare hands. They raised their still-dripping Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) and roared in unison.

The sound waves were so powerful they seemed to reach the sky, causing the wooden beams and pillars of the palace to tremble.

At the very top of the steps.

The Japanese Emperor and the remaining dozens of members of the royal family, upon seeing the black figure that resembled a blood-soaked demon, completely broke down in their mental defenses.

"thump."

The Emperor's legs buckled, and he knelt directly on the cold wooden floor.

His elaborate and ornate court robes were covered in dust, and the black hat he wore, representing the highest authority, was askew. His well-maintained face was deathly pale.

"Please... have mercy..."