One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Chinese! Don't be so arrogant! We are the core of the three main families! If you dare to touch Lord Ryosuke, the entire Onmyōryō..."

"Noisy."

Zhang Tianyi didn't even wait for him to finish speaking.

"Shh!"

It just appeared out of thin air.

Zhang Tianyi bypassed the alert Xiaobaihe and Xinye.

When the two of them realized what was happening...

Zhang Tianyi was already standing in front of the unconscious Ryosuke.

Furthermore, his foot, clad in a high-end leather shoe, landed firmly on Tsuchimikado Ryosuke's handsome face!

"Well!"

Ryosuke let out a painful groan as his head was stepped on.

"Ryosuke-sama!!!"

Xiaobaihe and Xin were terrified.

At this point, the two of them no longer cared about the dignity of the Great Japanese Empire.

His knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the snow.

Lily's beautiful face was filled with pleading, and tears were streaming down her face.

"Master! Master Tian Shu! Please, I beg you to show mercy!"

"We are willing to pay any price! Magical artifacts, money, even our family's secret techniques!"

"If you spare Lord Ryosuke's life, we will immediately return to Japan and never set foot in China again!"

"Please spare him!" He Maoxin also kowtowed to the snow, trembling all over.

Faced with their desperate pleas...

The force exerted by Zhang Tianyi's feet not only did not lessen, but gradually increased.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the face at his feet, deformed from being squeezed.

He then glanced at the two people beside him who were kowtowing repeatedly.

"beg me?"

Zhang Tianyi's voice was very soft, but it sounded particularly jarring in the icy and snowy landscape:

"Are you sure you're not mistaken about something?"

"I locked you up not so you could negotiate."

Zhang Tianyi suddenly exerted force with his feet, coldly uttering the second half of his sentence:

"beg me?"

"Even if you beg me, I won't let you go!!!"

The voice just fell.

"boom!!!"

A cracking sound rang out!

It's like an overripe watermelon being smashed in an instant!

The red and white filth splattered on the pristine white snow was a shocking sight!

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado, a genius of Onmyōdō who appears only once in a century, didn't even have time to say his last words.

Zhang Tianyi stomped on his head and crushed it!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Abe Sayuri was splattered with blood on her face, and she completely broke down, letting out a shrill scream.

Zhang Tianyi rubbed the soles of his shoes in the snow next to him with a hint of disgust.

Then he put his hands inside his mink coat.

"Shh! Shh!"

He drew out two gleaming watermelon knives!

Zhang Tianyi held the watermelon knife with both hands reversed.

His ethereal, otherworldly aura vanished, and he transformed into a complete street thug.

"I haven't done this kind of rough work for over seventy years, and my hands are all rusty."

Zhang Tianyi looked at the group of terrified Japanese Onmyoji and grinned from ear to ear!

next second.

He transformed into a purple afterimage and charged directly into the crowd!

"Pfft! Crack!"

"Ah!! Help!!"

There were no fancy spells or magic.

It's the purest, most primitive chopping!

With a swift movement, the knife flashed, white blade in, red blade out!

Zhang Tianyi can't even distinguish between men and women.

With a single slash, Abe Sayuri's graceful body was cleaved in two!

"Hehehehehehe!!!"

Zhang Tianyi wildly brandished the watermelon knife while letting out extremely arrogant laughter:

"Run! Keep running!"

"The more you run, the more excited I get!!!"

……

Not far away.

Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and the others stared at the Second Master, who was wielding two swords, covered in blood, and laughing like a madman.

Everyone subconsciously swallowed, feeling a chill run down their spines.

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but ask:

"Old Wang... isn't my second master's laughter a bit too villainous?"

"This isn't a cultivator, this is a serial killer who escaped from a mental hospital!"

Wang Ye's hands were trembling, and he shook his head with a wry smile:

"Don't ask me, my Dao heart is in turmoil right now."

Is this...is this really a master from the Celestial Master's Mansion?!

This art style is so creepy!

however.

Just as everyone was shocked and questioned their existence by Zhang Tianyi's brutal "Fruit Ninja" scene.

On the other side of the battlefield.

Xiao Zizai was pinning the two-meter-tall Russian bear-man to the ground and scraping his bones inch by inch with a scalpel.

He stopped what he was doing.

Xiao Zizai gently wiped the bloodstains from his face.

He looked at the white-robed Taoist in the distance, who was carrying two watermelon knives and laughing wildly as he slashed people.

A bright smile suddenly appeared on Xiao Zizai's face.

"Such a back-to-basics approach...such undisguised purity..."

Xiao Zizai took a deep breath of the blood-scented air, his eyes filled with fanaticism and worship.

He raised the blood-stained scalpel in his hand, as if in response to Zhang Tianyi in the distance.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Xiao Zizai also let out a low, chilling laugh.

Then, he lowered his head, looked at his prey still convulsing beneath him, and his smile softened even more:

"Did you hear that? That's the resonance of art."

"Come on, let's continue the lesson we just learned..."

In the snow valley.

An old man and a young boy, one holding a watermelon knife, the other a scalpel.

Amidst the screams of agony, two cackling laughs echoed each other in the wind and snow.

Watching this scene, Zhang Chulan silently hugged Feng Baobao tightly beside him:

“Sister Bao’er, I suddenly realized that when you bury people with a shovel... it’s really too civilized and too gentle.”

Chapter 173 The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind? Three Old Schemers!

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Clang.

Zhang Tianyi casually tossed the two watermelon knives with dulled blades into the snow.

He pulled up the sleeve of his mink coat and casually wiped the splatter of blood from the back of his hand, muttering grumbling under his breath:

"Tsk, these modern knives are no good. They got dull after only cutting a dozen people. I'll have to get Xiao Ma to make me a couple of specially crafted knives for self-defense."