The Token Devours Evil Spirits, I Devour Evil

Just as Nie Longding noticed this card.

Chu Tianshu's abdomen suddenly shuddered, and colorless cards burst out.

This card was originally meant to be aimed at Chu Tianshu's chest.

Chu Tianshu twisted his body a few inches, pinning it to his belly, and instantly contracted his abdomen.

Therefore, this card only had a tiny bit of it embedded in the gap of the Gold Silk Treasure Armor at the edge, and it didn't actually hurt Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu exerted his strength, which instead propelled it out.

To everyone's surprise, Nie Longding made no attempt to dodge, letting the card sink into his stomach and cut into a corner.

Blood immediately soaked through his shirt.

"Drink!"

The pain fueled his power; with a flick of his blade, he shattered Chu Tianshu.

The tip of the knife is then laid flat and forward.

Nie Longding channeled his power from his waist, as if there were a cannon muzzle there, from which his hand holding the knife burst forth.

The man and the knife moved in unison, thrusting forward about two meters, leaving a brief afterimage in their wake.

Chu Tianshu swayed violently, shifting to the left to narrowly dodge the thrust, and then swung his sword horizontally.

The longsword swung and slashed like a whip, but the blade, cutting through the wind, had far more advantages than a human palm.

At that moment, the sword tip moved so fast that it even cut a white line through the air.

Nie Longding's reaction seemed to be extremely practiced and smooth; at that moment, he flipped the blade and slashed out.

When he unleashed that strike, he stood alone, slender, with his center of gravity leaning to the right.

He doesn't look like a healthy person.

He looked like a martial artist who had lived with only one arm for at least a decade, spending every day practicing one-armed swordsmanship.

Clang!!!

Each strike, whether with a sword or a blade, was a sweeping attack aimed at a long distance.

The two objects collided, producing a metallic, piercing sound that made one's ears ache and teeth ache.

The two of them simultaneously took a few steps apart, creating some distance between themselves.

Chu Tianshu felt a sharp pain in the web of his hand gripping the sword, and saw that the fine lines on his hand were turning white. Just now, he had almost been shattered by the impact.

A trickle of blood flowed from Nie Longding's tiger's mouth, sliding down onto the hilt of the knife.

But when Chu Tianshu observed it, the wound on his hand had already healed.

"So it was you."

Nie Longding flicked his left hand, and the colorless plaque on his stomach fell off.

Chu Tianshu noticed that the wound on the other person's abdomen had almost healed.

Such powerful self-healing?

"A Jun's temporary partner, the one who killed Zhu Heng, I've seen your picture."

Nie Longding said solemnly, "However, the connection to the Five Viscera Precious Jades has been severed; you shouldn't have been able to trace it here."

The statue of an old man's head and an infant's body on the altar fell into an eerie silence after Chu Tianshu appeared. Its two eyes moved, staring intently at Chu Tianshu's sword.

Chu Tianshu's gaze swept across the area, taking in the altar about twenty meters behind Nie Longding.

"The Five Viscera Precious Jades is indeed impossible to trace, but this city isn't that big, yet you've done... quite a few shady things!"

Chu Tianshu read out the other person's name, "Nie Longding, right?"

He had also seen the old man's photo.

I saw it online while searching for information about Macau.

"I heard you had a brain tumor. Is that why you started getting involved with those Evil Spirit, or was it even earlier?"

Hehehehe!

Nie Longding laughed out loud, "The brain tumor isn't important. I cured that disease a long time ago."

"My study of Ghost God isn't a desperate attempt to find a cure after being struck down by illness; it's because I've sensed the trends of a new era."

Every era has its own characteristics: the nobility of intellectuals, the rampant thugs of the military, and the supreme authority of money.

"In the years since the World Wars, society has become increasingly rigid, and the power of money has grown stronger. I have achieved remarkable success in this field, but I have also been overshadowed by those who pioneered it..."

Nie Longding has a strong desire to confide in others.

He was originally a cautious person, but this was already Overflow Zone.

Whether he talks a lot or a little, his inner enemies remain the same; nothing will change.

"And now, the interaction between the Spirit Realm and reality is becoming more and more frequent, and the seeds of a new era are just around the corner."

"With such a great opportunity, of course I want to be a pioneer on this path!"

Chu Tianshu couldn't help but sneer, "Your understanding of pioneers is just rushing to become the lackeys of Evil Spirit?"

"No, I want to acquire the bloodline of Ghost God, and become a hybrid."

Nie Longding took off his glasses and crushed them.

"For the Spirit Realm to come to the real world, it's a matter of luck. And once they're here, whether they can go back depends on luck as well. It might become easier in the future."

"But Ghost God and spirits still don't so easily intrude into reality."

Only successful hybrids can gain the ability to infiltrate the Spirit Realm Spirit Realm will, and then return to their original location in the real world.

Nie Longding's pupils turned green, revealing a look of longing.

"Kid, do you understand? These are the first tickets to the new era. Those who obtain these tickets will be needed by even the Ghost God, and reality will worship us!"

"You treat me like a criminal now, but by then, the hundreds of people we've used today will just be insignificant details in the background history of some big shot."

The voice echoed in the dusty, resentful building.

A stick tip emerged from the large hole that had been punched through.

Chu Tianshu and Nie Longding's eyes met briefly.

The person wielding the stick seemed to hesitate; the tip of the stick remained in that position, without continuing to rise.

"Using the lives of the people to build one's own throne and flaunt one's achievements—what kind of new era are you talking about...?"

Chu Tianshu asked calmly, "What's the difference from the old days?"

"Before, those guys up high who ate people at least had to be cooked. Now, the servants will prepare things for them in a more refined way. They can just suck on them from a distance. It's smooth in the mouth and goes down the throat, right?"

Chu Tianshu raised his longsword, its blade shimmering with a thin, pure flame, and told a not-so-funny hellish joke.

"I used to think that our era was better than many periods in history books; in my nightmares, I would only dream of beasts eating people, not people eating people."

"Unexpectedly, there are actually people who are so eager to throw themselves into that era."

"You people are disgusting! Don't you even consider how we'll feel when we dream about this?!"

The flames on the sword suddenly surged, even reaching Chu Tianshu's forearm.

The transparent flames enveloped his right forearm without damaging his clothes or skin.

That's because Chu Tianshu's murderous intent has surged once again.

He suddenly drew his sword and lunged at Nie Longding.

Although the flames only reached his forearm.

But when this sword was thrust out, it gave the impression of a huge, human-shaped ball of fire rushing towards them.

You can't see any people at all, you can only see fire.

It wasn't ordinary fire; it was a transparent, bright white flame that instilled a primal fear in people.

Mind Power, which is a power born from the mind and senses, can be more intimidating than it can cause actual harm.

Chu Tianshu had never learned illusion techniques, but his sword strike, imbued with his extreme emotions, perfectly showcased the greatest potential of his Mind Power.

When Nie Longding first encountered this sword, for a fleeting moment he felt that the ceiling, the floor, the surrounding beams and pillars, and even the potted plants further away had all vanished.

Everything lost its color, leaving only a bulging, bright white flame in front of him, crushing towards him.

His eyes widened in horror, and he instinctively dodged to the right, raising his right hand as he followed the movement outwards.

He moved his body almost entirely to the right at full speed, using only his right hand and the knife to propel himself forward.

Nie Longding completely dodged Chu Tianshu's attack, and even in the blink of an eye, he still had room to change his moves and fight back.

But Chu Tianshu had already taken two large strides, his long sword in front of him, cutting through the wind as he thrust straight towards the altar.

The jade statue, like a pebble bounced on a trampoline, suddenly leaped and landed on Wang Zifang's back.

Having held back for so long, Liu Tianxu let out a piercing scream filled with extreme hatred.

"Li Shizhen, Li Sanqi, it really is your sword!"

"It's your grandfather."

Chu Tianshu flicked his wrist, and the sword suddenly changed direction, thrusting forward.

Wang Zifang's face showed fear, but his hands were as red as blood, making it seem as if all his strength was being manipulated by the statue's Mind Power, pressed down on his palms, and brought together.

He deeply regretted that with his limited abilities, he hadn't participated in such a grand ceremony, but it was too late for regrets now.

Even when he exerted all his strength, his hands shattered the moment they touched the blade.

The sword pierced through his body, and then his entire body exploded.

Amidst the blood mist, the sword continued to advance.

The obstruction created by the statue's Mind Power was rippled by the sword tip.

This old bastard must be the Dragon Flower Cult Leader. He's crippled like this, yet he still dares to show his face and act as the central figure in rituals.

That's true, you're asking for it!

Fire seemed to burn in Chu Tianshu's eyes as well, veins flashing like lightning, creeping from his forearm to the back of his hand, the blade vibrating, yet the trajectory remained straight.

Bite!!

Amidst the screams, the statue was struck on the forehead, cracks spread across its entire body, and it disintegrated, each fragment smaller than a human fingernail.

However, the speed at which the fragments flew apart seemed to be slower than the speed at which Chu Tianshu turned around.

He had already turned around and blocked a desperate assassination attempt with his sword.

Bang!!!

The sounds of clashing swords, the wind, and shards falling to the ground mingled together.

Nie Longding's slash was a swift, pursuing thrust, while Chu Tianshu's sword strike was a defensive maneuver.

It's obvious who has the better leverage.

However, Chu Tianshu only staggered back an inch before his heel sank into the ceramic tile, where he remained steady.

The hand gripping the longsword horizontally had prominent knuckles, flat, bluish-white fingertips, and skin that seemed about to crack from its own weight, yet the arm remained completely still.

Nie Longding's knife was almost straight-edged, but when he held it horizontally, it bent noticeably.

In the moment of that sharp thrust followed by a horizontal sword block, Chu Tianshu deeply felt what the essence of Fist Intent truly meant.

The fury of wind and thunder sweeps away all the turbidity of the world!

Even in defense, this kind of will exists.

The Fist Intent is cultivated from the boxing techniques, but to truly unleash one's full physical potential, it must also be a will deeply recognized by the practitioner.

Nie Longding's attack was blocked, his eyes wide with fury as he stared at the fragments of the statues, their glow still lingering. "My ritual!!"

Chu Tianshu stared at the old man opposite him.

You want to stir up trouble? Fine, go ahead, but do you even have the slightest sense of decency?

They insist on stepping on everyone's heads, turning everyone's beautiful dreams into nightmares, and making those who have nightmares feel even more disgusted.

Well then, I'll shatter your dreams first!!

My token only devours Evil Spirit.

And I am here...

Devour evil upon encountering it!!

(End of this chapter)