A Contest of Eye Power? What a Brain-Dead Move!

A Contest of Eye Power? What a Brain-Dead Move!

Hong Kong Island, inside a traditional Japanese-style room.

Chrysanthemum petals littered the floor.

A bewitchingly beautiful woman held a branch and murmured a few words. Then she regained her elegance, resumed kneeling on a cushion, and gently stroked a blue-eyed white cat.

Not far behind her,

a burly, fierce-looking man in a silver martial arts uniform couldn't help asking, "Did that unfamiliar Ghost King get away?"

"Mm." Michiko nodded. "He escaped from another unfamiliar powerhouse at some cost. He'll probably need time to recover."

"Now... there are still two walking corpses in that church. I hope I can see something through their eyes and gather some useful information."

Her voice trailed off, and silence returned to the room.

The church.

Inside the library.

"Why hasn't the Ghost King come in yet?" Ma Shangfeng conjured a Green Dragon Crescent Blade and warily surveyed his surroundings.

An invisible current of energy rippled across his golden armor, its color a bright yellow.

Beside him, Xiaogui, the Silver-Armored Divine General, clutched his Red Tassel Spear and said nervously, "Maybe... maybe he left. He didn't see us."

A murder?!

And the cross was filthy!

Outside the door,

the priest, who had just gone to bed and been startled awake, was furious. He had already guessed the truth: the two walking corpses before him had desecrated the holy cross and released some terrifying being that had been sealed away.

But there was no time to think. The priest stared at the two muscular corpses right in front of him, clearly under the control of a secret art, and immediately ordered his trusted cleric, "Go get the holy relics we put away earlier. Everyone else, restrain those two!"

Just then, the earth began to shake, and an incredible miracle took place.

The solid concrete floor cracked, and several thick wooden planks rose from within it.

Wood Release: Four-Pillar Prison.

Apparently, this was one of the ninjutsu Fang Xiu had recreated during his special training. It could create a wooden prison in an extremely short time. Its hardness surpassed that of ordinary metal, and since Wood Release incorporated the power of Yang Release, it also had an extra effect on ghosts.

"The Ghost King has fled."

"Why don't you two come out and talk?"

Amid the tremendous commotion, a figure dropped from above.

To Fang Xiu, suppressing two low-level walking corpses was merely a way to gather information, follow the clues to wipe out the Nine Chrysanthemums' hideout, and search for leads on the Ghost King.

—Since the final boss had temporarily escaped, the most valuable beings in the entire church were the Gold and Silver Generals.

—The Ghost King had the help of an evil cultivator. A Reincarnator could seek help from the righteous, too. A True Immortal of the Land like Hermit Caolu, who was proficient in the mysteries of the universe, might just yield a few gold coins.

"Maybe I even have a talent for cultivation."

His thoughts raced. Standing atop the Four-Pillar Prison, Fang Xiu turned his gaze toward the library. Two figures cautiously emerged, one after the other.

In an instant, his Sharingan saw through the Gold and Silver Generals' meridians. Ma Shangfeng had the highest combat strength, his blood and qi boiling like a cauldron. He was at least two streets ahead of the white boxer among the newcomers, and he had fate protecting him. He was quite extraordinary.

As for Xiaogui, the Silver-Armored Divine General and senior disciple, his blood and qi were merely not weak. He had a little energy inside him, its quality no worse than ordinary Chakra, but weaker than the Yin Release power of the Sharingan and the Yang Release power of a rudimentary Sage Body. That should be his magical power.

Perhaps his skills were lacking, and he'd cultivated Daoist mysticism into something too impure? No matter.

The Wood Release Clone had already gone to the psychiatric hospital to search for Hermit Caolu. Surely information would come back soon! That was one of the Reincarnators' advantages:

They could learn things in advance.

There was House of the Master and Lüshui Psychiatric Hospital. As long as the Great Light Sphere didn't forcefully alter the main storyline, getting involved wouldn't be difficult.

"Who are you?" Xiaogui asked.

Unlike the priest, dressed in a Western robe, Fang Xiu wore simple red armor, and his long hair was tied back with a band. He looked more in keeping with the tastes of the ancients.

That, in turn, would lower their guard.

"Someone here to help you hunt down the Ghost King."

Creak—creak, creak—as he spoke, the wooden pillars forming the prison quickly receded, and the mental connection between the two corpses and their controller was restored.

"Although the Ghost King was in poor condition, he managed to scare him away and kill one of my sect members... So he's no ordinary opponent. He's a master."

At that very moment, Nishiwaki Michiko continued to gently stroke the blue-eyed white cat. A strange glimmer flashed in her alluring eyes, and the seemingly docile pet's eyes gleamed as well.

"Hehe, let me see what kind of expert he is."

She covered her mouth and giggled.

At the same time,

the vacant eyes of the two walking corpses gradually regained their spark and focused on Fang Xiu.

They said the eyes were the windows to the soul.

With the spirit power of the demon cat added to her own, Michiko was naturally brimming with confidence. The distance also made her feel safe. As she studied Fang Xiu, she planned to try and bewitch him.

Six eyes met.

An eerie light flickered.

A chill spiritual force invaded from afar! "..."

For a moment, Fang Xiu felt the absurdity, the bizarreness, the sheer strangeness of it all. A famous painting appeared in his mind—

Miss Yuhi Kurenai, who had become an elite jonin through Genjutsu, thought she had Uchiha Itachi under control. She gripped a Kunai and stabbed at him, confidently declaring that it was all over—until the very next instant, when the tables turned.

Using Genjutsu against the Mangekyō Sharingan?

It was even more hilarious than showing off a broadsword in front of Guan Yu!

After all, even without deliberately studying Genjutsu, Fang Xiu's exceptional mental strength and terrifying ocular power meant he could never be hypnotized.

Demonic Illusion: Mirror Heaven and Earth Change!

The Tomoe turned slowly.

The technique's principle was quite simple: use the Sharingan to see through the opponent's Genjutsu, then reflect it back at them.

"Any Genjutsu that isn't perfect will be reflected by these superior eyes."

"I was just wondering how to catch you. And now you've stuck your own head out..."

"Lose yourself in the Mangekyō Sharingan's Genjutsu."

The two walking corpses fell to the ground.

Dozens of miles away, Michiko's bewitching face stiffened. The Mangekyō pattern flashed briefly in her eyes. Her attempt to steal a chicken had only cost her the rice; Fang Xiu had completely taken control of her.