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

"boom!!!"

Like a tomato that has been crushed.

Kameda Hikaru's head was crushed to pieces in Zhang Tianyi's palm!

The red and white filth didn't even have time to splash onto the girl.

It was instantly vaporized into a wisp of black smoke by the attached lightning!

"thump."

The headless corpse, having lost its head, lay limply in the mud.

The entire room fell silent.

The Japanese soldiers who had held knives and guns to the necks of the other hostages were all dumbfounded.

They remained in their original positions, staring blankly at the white-robed Taoist standing in the pool of blood, whose clothes were not even a speck of dirt.

"It's your turn."

Zhang Tianyi did not pause.

He moved around the altar like a ghost.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Several streaks of purple lightning flashed in the rainy night.

Those Japanese soldiers who tried to use the hostages as shields only saw a blur before their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, they felt an irresistible tearing sensation in their wrists and necks.

A head rolled off.

A severed arm flew horizontally.

In less than three seconds.

Those Japanese soldiers who were holding hostages were all instantly killed by Zhang Tianyi with an almost artistic and cruel method!

Zhang Tianyi stopped and shook the rain off his hands.

He turned his head and looked at the girl with braided hair who was frozen in fear and trembling all over.

Zhang Tianyi's murderous aura vanished instantly.

He reached out and gently patted the girl's muddy hair twice.

His tone was unusually gentle:

"Close your eyes. Cover your ears."

"It's dirty here, don't look."

The girl instinctively covered her eyes, tears mingling with the rain as they streamed down her face, but she nodded frantically.

Watching this scene from afar, Zhang Huaiyi swallowed hard, finally feeling a huge weight lifted from his heart.

"Second Senior Brother's speed... it's simply inhuman..."

Just as Zhang Tianyi was about to turn around and wipe out the remaining Japanese soldiers who had been terrified,

A round of applause, tinged with a touch of femininity and admiration, followed.

Suddenly, it slowly drifted over from the hillside behind the camp.

"Crack...crack...crack..."

Accompanied by these few crisp applause.

A figure dressed in a red hunting robe and wearing a tall black hat descended slowly through the air, seemingly unaffected by the rain.

"As expected of a top disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain."

The newcomer had a very ethereal voice and spoke fluent Chinese.

But his tone revealed an air of superiority, an indifference that regarded all living beings as ants.

"Thunder magic is extremely powerful and decisive in killing. Such exceptional talent, if used as the core of my grand formation..."

The Onmyoji stopped in mid-air and looked down at Zhang Tianyi.

Greed and fanaticism gleamed in his long, narrow fox eyes.

"Surely, we can forge an unparalleled, supreme shikigami, right?"

Chapter 350 The Eight-Span Mirror Reflects the Soul, Song Yuntao of the Celestial Master's Mansion

The main hall of the underwater palace.

The Yata no Kagami (a mirror) on the dome was emitting an eerie light.

The blinding crimson light illuminated the entire hall in a fiery red.

Zhang Tianyi was completely enveloped in the center.

In the shadows far from the main hall.

Qu Tong crossed her arms and stared intently at the rolling red light.

Her appearance had returned to its original beautiful and capable state, but her face was still a little pale.

Beside her stood a man dressed in a black robe.

The man looked to be in his early forties, with an upright posture and an aura of authority that commanded respect without needing to be angry.

It was Abe Shigeaki who had been revitalized.

The two of them just watched from a distance, neither daring to take a single step forward.

"Mr. Abe."

Qu Tong bit her lower lip, the apprehension in her eyes not only not diminishing, but growing even stronger:

"Is this magical artifact of yours reliable or not?"

She had personally experienced Zhang Tianyi's unreasonable lightning magic, and even though the other party was now protected, she was still very nervous.

"I always felt that a few beams of red light wouldn't be enough to trap this madman. What if he punched the mirror from inside and shattered it..."

"President Qu, put your mind at ease."

Abe Shigeaki tucked his hands into his wide sleeves, a confident smile playing on his lips.

He gazed at the Yata no Kagami (Eight-Span Mirror) suspended in the dome, his eyes filled with fervent worship:

"To judge this ancient artifact, which has been passed down for thousands of years, with the same eyes you use to judge ordinary objects is an insult to it."

Abe Shigeaki slowly turned his head, like a professor tutoring a struggling student:

"The power of the Yata Mirror has never been to destroy the physical body."

Its divine light is called "Illumination".

"Once you're enveloped by this blood-red light, no matter how strong you are, you'll be utterly useless. Because it targets the soul!"

Abe Shigeaki extended a finger and tapped his temple:

"The divine light will directly reflect the most vulnerable, fearful, or persistent memories deep within the soul of the trapped person, and then amplify them infinitely to construct an absolutely real soul prison."

“Ordinary people who go in won’t last even a minute; their souls will be completely swallowed by the divine light, leaving them as empty shells without consciousness.”

Qu Tong listened, her brows still furrowed:

"But he is Zhang Tianyi. His cultivation of both body and soul has long reached an astonishing level."

"Of course I know he's very strong."

Abe Shigeaki chuckled, his tone exuding an air of complete control:

"Even the most skilled master who has cultivated sexual techniques to the extreme can only last for two days at most in front of this mirror."

"Because as long as a person is alive, he will definitely have emotions and desires, and he will definitely have weaknesses. As long as there are weaknesses, the Yata no Kagami can wear him down little by little."

At this point, Abe Shigeaki deliberately paused.

He looked at Zhang Tianyi, who was completely enveloped in red light, and generously held up three fingers.

"hehe."

Abe Shigeaki smiled with extreme elegance, as if he could already foresee the victorious outcome:

"Master Tian Shu is indeed an anomaly."

"Out of respect for this powerful figure from China, I will give him an extra day."

"Three days."

Abe Shigeaki concluded decisively: "At most three days, his soul will be completely corrupted. At that time, his extraordinary cultivation will be our best spoils of war."

Hearing Abe Shigeaki's confident assurances, Qu Tong's tense shoulders finally relaxed a little.

"Three days..."

Qu Tong murmured softly, her eyes fixed on the red light.

……

"Boom!"

A muffled clap of thunder exploded overhead.

The autumn rain seemed to have intensified.

The Japanese camp, covered in mud and blood, was shrouded in a gray haze, making it impossible to see any figures clearly.

The gears of time, in this world interwoven with the Yata Mirror and memories, perfectly connected at that moment.

Zhang Tianyi stood in a pool of blood.

He looked up at the red figure that seemed to be walking down the mountainside, stepping through the air.

There was no sound.

"Oh my god. Where did this red old dog come from?"