In the end, he even spat directly at Kamihito Ichi.
"Trash, garbage, rubbish!"
Finally unable to hold back any longer, Kamihito Ichi glared at him with bloodshot eyes and retorted with a string of curses.
"Imamura, I'll f*** you, you bastard!"
He grabbed the other person by the neck, then closed the fan and smashed it heavily onto the other person's head.
"Blood Demon Art, Bloodied Death Fan!"
A rich red light gathered on the fan, forming a thick outer shell.
The fan, which was originally light and airy, now felt harder than a rock.
Even a ghost, if hit by it, would probably end up with a bloody head.
Faced with Kamihito Ichi's attack, Imamura naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die.
"Blood Demon Art, Ninja Substitution Jutsu!"
His fingers intertwined, forming several complex hand seals.
As a red light emanated from his body, Imamura's figure vanished from the spot.
Looking at the Imamura that had appeared five meters away from where he stood, the Scribe's face showed a hint of understanding.
"Interesting, so you've combined ninjutsu and Blood Demon Art?"
Upon seeing this scene, he realized that Imamura had used the same tactic when he rescued Shinri Masato.
"Boom!"
The fan didn't hit Imamura; instead, it slammed heavily onto the ground.
As dust billowed, gravel scattered in all directions.
Some of them flew towards the Scribe.
"Blood Demon Art, Poison Attached Kill!"
"Blood Demon Art, Petrifying Fan!"
With a shout, Imamura waved his hand and scattered a bunch of red and green things onto the stones.
Kamihito Ichi changed the shape of the stone, turning it into a semi-circle resembling the fan in his hand.
Looking at its sharp outer edge, there's no doubt it could easily sever an ordinary person's neck.
The two ghosts who were just fighting each other suddenly joined forces at this moment.
Completely disregarding martial ethics, they launched a sneak attack on the Scribe!
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Despite the combined sneak attack from Imamura and Kamihito Ichi, Scribe showed little shock.
On the contrary, his faint smile suggested that he had known all along.
The combined attack of the two demons is enough to kill any member below the Pillar level.
Even a pillar can easily get injured if caught off guard.
But for the Scribe, this level of attack was still a gross underestimation of himself.
Without the slightest fear, he charged straight at the attack.
"Has he gone mad?!"
Upon seeing the Scribe do this, Imamura shouted.
"Is this guy out of his mind?!"
"You think everyone is like you, with a bad brain?"
Kamihito Ichi, standing to the side, also frowned. He, too, did not understand why the Scribe did not choose to defend or dodge.
Instead, he chose the most dangerous direct attack.
Only Dichai nodded slightly after noticing Scribe doing this.
Before him, the stone fan, stained with deadly poison, was less than three meters away from the Scribe.
The Scribe would not allow himself to be in a desperate situation. He did so because he had discovered a loophole in this round of attacks.
"This is it."
His eyes kept moving, and he finally found the angle he was looking for.
The footsteps that were moving forward came to a sudden stop. After a sharp stop, the Scribe bent down and grabbed something.
It was a carpet, and judging from the material, it appeared to be made from the fur of some large animal.
This carpet, which would be considered a work of art in the outside world, is here only fit to be stepped on.
After grabbing the carpet, the Scribe gave it a hard jerk.
The carpet, which was originally laid flat, rotated clockwise and rolled into a long stick in the blink of an eye.
Wielding his fur-lined staff, the Scribe deflected the poisonous stone fans flying towards him, one after another.
After the last piece was blasted away, the carpet in his hand was also corroded and torn to shreds.
The stone fan, blasted away, shattered upon impact with other objects.
A large cloud of red mist emanated from it and spread outwards.
Wherever it went, regardless of the material of the decoration, it corroded large holes in everything.
A pungent odor permeated the air.
Before long, the room, which had been decorated in a magnificent manner, looked as if it had been ransacked.
"This guy..."
Seeing that his backup plan had been discovered by the Scribe, Imamura finally understood why he had chosen to rush forward.
"I can only say that he truly deserves to be called the Mister Scribe."
He clapped his hands, but instead of disappointment at his failed attack, Kamihito Ichi showed only a faint sense of admiration.
If the Scribe had chosen to defend or dodge just now, Imamura could have manipulated the poisonous mist in the stone fan to explode, causing secondary damage.
But the Scribe used the carpet to break the stone fan.
Firstly, it resolved this potential problem; secondly, it cleared away the surrounding obstacles, creating a more open space.
At this moment, hearing the sounds from inside the house, Tonryoku outside also asked.
"Sir, what has happened?"
"Fine."
After replying with a single sentence, Dichai then said coldly.
"You don't need to come in. Go tell the others to proceed according to plan."
"Yes."
Upon hearing Dichai's voice, Tonryoku dared not delay and quickly responded.
Then, the sound of footsteps leaving could be heard outside.
It seems that he and Mitsu have already gone to carry out the mission that Dichai mentioned.
"Task?"
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe seemed to have thought of something.
"Aren't you worried, Mister Scribe?"
Upon noticing the Scribe's actions, Kamihito Ichi suddenly smiled.
"If the plan goes smoothly, all those little guys who came with you will die."
"Then you're underestimating me."
After hearing Kamihito Ichi's words, Scribe's face revealed a mocking smile.
"Those little guys are much more capable than you can imagine."
"So what!"
With a laugh, before Kamihito Ichi could even speak, Imamura immediately mocked him.
"What use can those little devils who are all pillars be?"
A hoarse voice came from beneath the robe; Imamura seemed to want to destroy the Scribe's confidence with his words.
"Tonryoku, Anze, Shiragi, and Iryu, they are all strong among the demons."
"Even Rokuya is not as harmless as he appears on the surface."
After speaking, he ripped off his black robe, revealing his true face.
It was a face covered in scales, and you could vaguely make out the features of a man.
It's unclear whether Imamura became like this because he practiced ninjutsu or because of a change that occurred after he became a demon.
His ugly face, which was enough to frighten ordinary people, did not cause the slightest ripple in the eyes of the Scribe.
He paused for a moment, a hint of doubt flashing in Imamura's eyes.
"Hahaha, I knew it, your plan won't work either."
Seeing that Imamura was somewhat embarrassed, Kamihito Ichi also started to mock him.
"Foolish fellow, thinking that a face alone can frighten the Mister Scribe."
"Shut up!"
Imamura seemed unable to bear Kamihito Ichi's mockery, and a hint of red appeared on the scales on his face.
"What are you still laughing about? Don't forget our main task tonight."
Upon hearing this, Kamihito Ichi gradually suppressed his smile.
Since their plan to win over the Scribe had failed, they had no choice but to activate their backup plan.
Those few demons, Tonryoku, were only carrying out a part of the plan.
The vast majority of the remaining tasks will be left to myself, Imamura, and Dichai.
"Let's get serious."
After letting out a cold snort, Imamura closed his eyes.
His body trembled slightly, and a faint red mist rose from the top of his head.
At the same time, his body also underwent a strange change.
His originally thin body suddenly swelled up as if he had taken a growth hormone.
In the blink of an eye, it grew to a height of three meters.
The scales on its body became thicker, and bone spurs emerged from the gaps between the scales, adding to its terrifying aura.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"
With his mouth open, beneath his sharp fangs, Imamura extended his long, thin tongue.
Three words appeared in his open eyes.
"Upper Rank, land."
Beside him, Kamihito Ichi also underwent a change.
His body underwent almost no changes in size or shape, only his aura became somewhat violent.
An even bigger change appeared in the fan in his hand.
Fine red lines extend outwards from the fan handle, covering the entire fan body.
These red lines are like the meridians in the human body, and they twitch from time to time, just like living things.
At the very center of the fan, there is a huge eyeball that occupies one-third of the entire fan.