Flying Head Barbarian?
Su Ziyu flicked his fingers, and the ghost fire flying towards him instantly turned to ashes. As the opponent’s pupils contracted, and they turned to escape, he vanished from his place, reappearing behind that grotesque head, gently cupping its skull.
"Don’t kill !"
"I serve Lady Needle! If you kill ! Lady Needle will surely avenge you!" The Flying Head Barbarian’s entire head trembled.
Although Su Ziyu’s fingers rely lightly clasped its skull, it had a feeling that if the opponent exerted even a little force, its brain would burst.
"Needle?" Su Ziyu twirled the Flying Head Barbarian in his hand.
Just like spinning a basketball in the palm. The Flying Head Barbarian’s head spun in place seven thousand two hundred degrees, its blue face and fangs twisted purple.
Staring at the Flying Head Barbarian before him, Su Ziyu activated Mind Suggestion, saying, "Take to her."
This is just a small minion.
Within the Ghost Capital, Flying Head Barbarians are substandard demons, who love racing their heads at midnight, always thinking of playing hide and seek with night patrols, but in real fights, they aren’t rivals for other demons.
Score!
Su Ziyu casually tossed the Flying Head Barbarian in his palm, accurately landing on a stiff headless body nearby.
It seems Tokyo’s demons have banded together.
Perfect.
No need to search them one by one, he can just find their lair and take it all down.
The blond man’s expression was slightly dazed. He turned and walked with Su Ziyu towards a nightclub, which seed to be quite a famous duck shop in Kabukicho.
"Entry Forbidden."
At the nightclub’s back door stood two fierce-looking n, their exposed arms covered with colorful tattoos, one even missing a pinky. Their waists bulged, likely carrying pistols, though Fusang Extre Path rarely uses firearms, as Japan’s regulations on firearms are very strict.
The blond man seed to hold a high status here; as he entered, the guards on both sides bowed in greeting.
"Looks like these demons have already infiltrated Japan’s Extre Path Organization."
Su Ziyu understood well why these demons chose to reside in a place like Kabukicho.
While the Earth Plane has experienced Spiritual Energy Revival, the duration is too short, and the energy intensity insufficient. The thin spiritual energy on the Earth Plane now cannot support their cultivation, forcing them to settle in places heavy with filth.
Among worlds with Energy Level 1, the Earth Plane barely ets the minimum level of 1.
Judging from the self-sealing spatial rift above Tokyo, unless external spiritual energy flows in, it would take at least ten years for Earth to maintain this minimum standard of Spiritual Energy Revival.
Whether it’s Spiritual Energy Revival or Elental Tide changes.
These are energy fluctuations spanning centuries or millennia, from the initial ergence of spiritual energy to reaching its peak, this could stretch across nearly a thousand years.
The decline period for spiritual and energy is the sa.
A plane needs nearly a thousand years to wither into an age of no magic.
This nightclub was luxuriously decorated.
Inside, all the hosts were handso n, and the female patrons ranged from old to young. But only wealthy won could afford the expenses here.
This building had twenty-seven floors.
Most of them were entertainnt venues, but accessing the top floor required another elevator.
As Su Ziyu entered, he caught a faint scent of demon aura, and upon reaching the building’s top floor, he encountered five or six fierce n wielding guns.
"Hands up!" A cold female voice spoke.
Behind these ard n, Su Ziyu saw two won in pale red traditional kimonos, wearing white demon face masks.
These gun-wielding Extre Path mbers bore stiff expressions, seemingly under mind control.
—"Demon Woman."
Su Ziyu raised his hand lightly, and the guns held by these gang mbers flew out of their grips, floating mid-air and aiming at the demon-face kimono-wearing won.
"When did you start playing human gas?" Su Ziyu teased slightly.
Suddenly.
Threads of black mist erged from these gang mbers, forming a grim ghostly figure which roared and lunged at Su Ziyu.
"Scram!" Su Ziyu glanced up, his eyes flashing with golden light.
Ah!
Accompanied by a miserable scream, the ghostly figure flew backward.
Ghostly aura surged within nearby rooms.
There seed to be more ghosts, hesitant to reveal themselves, as Su Ziyu’s emanating pressure was frightening.
Ding.
At that mont, the innermost room of the twenty-seventh floor opened.
Then.
Su Ziyu saw a dignified, beautiful woman in a pure black kimono, white socks, and wooden clogs step out, dressed as an ancient Fusang court lady. Her illusion was that of a mature, beautiful woman in her thirties, with long black hair falling below her hips, accompanied by two people: one was a male warrior in armor, face hidden, the other a tender-looking girl about twelve or thirteen, holding a black-sheathed tachi. She wore a kimono and was dressed as a geisha, hovering about twenty centiters above the ground.
"Lady Needle!"
"Lady Needle!"
The two demon-face masked maids imdiately retreated and bowed, and vague ghostly figures appeared in the rooms alongside them.
Su Ziyu’s expression was slightly hesitative, as he frowned at the mature woman approaching.
The aura seed sowhat familiar.
The woman, appearing to be around thirty years old, directly dismissed her attendants and walked to Su Ziyu. Five ters away, she stopped and knelt in a deep tuchizawa bow, placing her forehead on the ground, speaking respectfully, "Master Su!"
"I didn’t expect to et you here!"
The mature and beautiful woman knelt on the floor, causing the nearby ghosts to change expressions, following suit and bowing deeply to Su Ziyu.
"Who are you?" Su Ziyu asked tentatively.
The beautiful woman lifted her head, speaking respectfully, "I was Needle Lady, serving under Lady Aoandon."
"I was fortunate to witness Master Su slay Orochi!"
"It’s normal if Master doesn’t rember ."
Orochi?
The woman’s words sent shivers through the surrounding ghosts, as they expressed shock and whispered among themselves.
Is it him?
The legendary master?
Is he the one Lady Bai Ji seeks?
Finally, Su Ziyu ford an impression.
He recalled a Needle Lady did indeed serve Aoandon in the past, and upon inspecting these demon-face masked maids, they resembled Aoandon’s attendants.
Su Ziyu’s murderous aura gradually faded.
He rubbed his forehead in slight distress, saying, "Stand up."
"Tell what exactly happened here!"
Aoandon served Yama of the Netherworld.
Su Ziyu recalled that these ghosts were eventually enlisted by the Netherworld, no wonder the Needle Lady bore the aura of decrees and seals.
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