Moonlight spilled down, making the dim subway station slightly brighter.
"Whoosh—"
The sound of something moving at high speed rang out, and Sukuna appeared at Lin Mu's side in an instant.
He swung the fist that had been blasted bloody by the earlier explosion.
Only when it was about to strike Lin Mu did the flesh on both his arms finish regenerating.
It seemed Lin Mu's previous attack had dealt him considerable damage.
Lin Mu reacted swiftly, lowering his body and spinning into a sweeping kick that easily neutralized Sukuna's assault.
"Kid, what kind of cursed tool is that?"
Sukuna shook his hand, eyeing the round fan in Lin Mu's grasp with great interest.
"This is stronger than every cursed tool I've ever seen!"
"I'm guessing it doesn't belong to Japan, does it?"
Sukuna questioned the origins of Lin Mu's cursed tool. In his view, Japan's craftsmen were incapable of forging a cursed tool of such caliber.
Perhaps only craftsmen from Divine Xia could make something like it.
Lin Mu was slightly taken aback. Sukuna's reaction surprised him.
"How did you know?"
Sukuna gave a mocking smile. "Japan? Those pieces of trash?"
"There are barely any special-grade craftsmen here, much less anyone capable of creating a cursed tool beyond special grade!"
"If I'm not mistaken, that cursed tool came from Divine Xia, right?"
"And your father is from Divine Xia too."
Lin Mu did not respond directly. Sukuna's deduction was logical, but he would never guess that the fan had come from the system.
Still, from Sukuna's words, he seemed to know a thing or two about Divine Xia.
In fact, even before Lin Mu had transmigrated, he had considered this possibility.
In the worldview of cursed techniques, cursed spirits were born from human hearts.
The more populated a place