Chapter 1716
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The White-Faced Oni wouldn't have such a look.
Because the White-Faced Oni was the last of the four generals.
It wasn't that he was the weakest, but that he was the last to appear.
It was a demon blade made by Tamamo no Mae herself with the help of the other three generals.
Cang Yi was also one of the participants.
He understood the White-Faced Oni. At least, he thought so.
The White-Faced Oni was the most loyal to Tamamo no Mae.
He was an emotionless weapon.
Any body controlled by the White-Faced Oni would also be emotionless.
However, Cangyi Yuanhuang saw the emotions in White Mask Gui Che's eyes when he came into contact with it.
At this moment, Cang Yi panicked.
He thought of a possibility.
A person who could pick up the demon blade wasn't enslaved by the White-Faced Oni.
This meant that … this person was more powerful than the White-Faced Oni.
He was stronger than any of them.
"Wait … the White-Faced Oni … I'm on your side. I'll kill the Black-Faced Rakshasa with you. That way, we can completely break free from Tamamo no Mae's control. What do you think?"
Cang Yi Yuanhuang had once again displayed his most shameless side.
Chen Zhao looked at Cang Yi. He didn't waste any words.
Cang Yi's face darkened when he saw the blade coming. He used the Paper Man Substitutes again.
The Paper Men Substitutes were very useful. They could avoid a fatal attack.
But they couldn't be used limitlessly.
Not to mention the complicated production process and high price.
Using the Paper Men Substitutes required a large amount of mana and also the pain of each fatal attack.
Chen Zhao was prepared for this.
The moment Cang Yi used the Paper Men Substitutes.
Chen Zhao locked onto Cang Yi's real body.
Chen Zhao swept up a gust of wind.
The blade cut through the air like a dragon's roar.
But just as Chen Zhao was about to hit Cang Yi.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before Chen Zhao.
Duang —
The figure smashed heavily toward Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao blocked it with his sword. Then, he flicked it upward. His arm was sent flying.
Cang Yi's shikigami appeared in front of him. It was an eight-armed king kong made entirely out of metal.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Even Chen Zhao's eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.
Is this a joke?
What is this? Spirit-branded Retainer or Gundam?
Apart from the arm that was chopped off by Chen Zhao, the other seven arms of the king kong were all holding gatling guns, and its body was covered in bullets.
Moreover, the machine guns in its hands were obviously specially made. Each gun had a very large caliber.
"Black-faced Rakshasa, this guy clearly wants to kill us all. If you still hesitate, we'll all die here today. When that happens, you won't even have the chance to serve Tamamo no Mae," Cang Yi Genhuang said.
The Black Faced Rakshasa also felt that the situation was getting out of control.
He was not as cunning as Cang Yi Yuanhuang.
Even now, he still did not understand why Fiendish Blade White-Faced Ghost would betray him.
However, it was just as Cang Yi Yuanhuang had said.
If he continued to watch the show, Cangyi Yuanhuang would be killed.
Then it would be his turn.
Although he hated Cangyi Yuanhuang, he hated her so much that he didn't even try to hide it.
But he also knew that he was stronger than others.
The black-faced Rakshasa's body floated up, his arms spread wide.
At this time, the moon and the stars were completely covered.
Most of Tokyo was shrouded in dark clouds.
At the center of the dark clouds was the black-faced Rakshasa. He sucked in big mouthfuls of dark clouds.
The dark clouds were actually the negative emotions of the people in the area.
Right now, the black-faced Rakshasa was absorbing the negative emotions of millions of people.
Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes. This black-faced Rakshasa should be half a step into the Shangqing State.
Among the four generals of Tamamo no Mae, this guy should be the strongest.
With every negative emotion he absorbed, the black-faced Rakshasa's power increased.
Chiyo Kaoru and Sakurako felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on their hearts.
This battle was no longer something they could participate in.
Chen Zhao looked at the black-faced Rakshasa, then at Cang Yi Yuanhuang.
Kill Cang Yi Yuanhuang first!
One had to admit that Cang Yi Yuanhuang's shikigami was an eye-opener for Chen Zhao.
The eight-armed king kong, which was a mixture of science and magic, was indeed refreshing.
However, that was all …
The blade in Chen Zhao's hand flashed.
Ta, ta, ta —
Seven gatling guns fired wildly at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao neither dodged nor evaded. He swung his blade from bottom to top.
When the blade slashed across the ground, sparks flew and a ghastly scar was left on the ground.
However, the blade wasn't obstructed. Instead, it carried an even fiercer and colder killing intent.
Hiss —
The eight-armed king kong's arm, gun, and body were instantly cut off.
"Oh no …" Cang Yi Yuanhuang was shocked.
He didn't expect his shikigami to be so useless before Chen Zhao.
He'd thought that even if Chen Zhao faced an enemy much stronger than him, the eight gatling guns would still be a huge problem.
Eight Gatling Guns could also bring great trouble to the enemy, and it was not impossible for them to kill enemies that were stronger than themselves.
Moreover, the eight-armed king kong's body was made of titanium alloy.
It was almost indestructible.
Alas, dreams were beautiful, but reality was cruel.
Before Chen Zhao, the eight-armed king kong couldn't unleash its combat power.
Chen Zhao didn't stop. He continued slashing at Cang Yi Yuanhuang.
"Substitute …"
Seeing that Chen Zhao wasn't far away, Cang Yi Yuanhuang could only activate the paper man substitute again.
But this time, Chen Zhao exploded with even greater speed. He was more than ten times faster than before.
Before Cang Yi Yuanhuang could activate the paper man substitute, Chen Zhao had already slashed his neck.
The demon blade in Chen Zhao's hand brushed through the air at high speed. It was already red like a soldering iron.
Cangyi Yuanhuang stopped moving. Her face was filled with shock and disbelief.
"You … Who exactly are …"
Chen Zhao grabbed Cang Yi Yuanhuang's head and lifted it up gently.
Cang Yi Yuanhuang didn't die right away. After all, he was a half-human, half-demon Onmyoji that had lived for 1,000 years.
Most of his abilities were in staying alive.
"Guess." Chen Zhao didn't plan to tell Cang Yi Yuanhuang his identity.
He planned to keep pretending to be the white-faced ghost.
Chen Zhao looked at the last general, the Black Rakshasa.
To be honest, the white-faced ghost probably couldn't defeat the Black Rakshasa.
The Black Rakshasa had also absorbed enough negative emotions by now.
His eyes were as deep as a black hole.
He floated in the air and looked down at Chen Zhao.
"I didn't think I could absorb so many negative emotions here. It feels so good."
Chen Zhao stared at the Rakshasa. His lips curled into a smile.
"Enjoy your last pleasure while there's still time."
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