Chapter 66: Ancient Cursed Spirit
Toho Hiroshi moved through the blood-soaked council hall like the God of Death, each flash of his blade accompanied by the demise of a Higher-Up elder.
Screams, curses, and the hum of Cursed Techniques activating mingled together, only to be swiftly replaced by an even deeper silence.
The last surviving elder's gaunt face had long lost its former authority, leaving only extreme fear.
Taking advantage of the moment Toho Hiroshi swung his blade at another person, he used all his strength to crush a jade talisman hidden in his sleeve.
"Toho Hiroshi has gone mad!"
"guards! All guards! Stop him! Stop him at all costs!"
He shrieked, his voice distorted by excessive terror.
The heavy doors of the council hall were violently thrown open, and dozens of guards, dressed in uniform and possessing considerable Cursed Energy, swarmed in, all direct subordinates of The Higher-Ups.
They were all aghast at the hellish scene inside the hall, but they steeled themselves, forming ranks and charging at the figure wielding a crimson longsword, eyes glowing purple.
Meanwhile, the elder, taking advantage of the brief chaos, scrambled towards a seemingly ordinary wall on the inner side of the hall.
With trembling hands, he quickly formed a few seals, and the wall silently slid open, revealing a dark, downward passage.
Without a second thought, he dove in, and the wall swiftly closed behind him.
"Hmph."
Toho Hiroshi let out a disdainful sneer. Facing the surging guards, he didn't even use the power of his Rinnegan; he merely flicked his wrist.
The first few guards charging forward suddenly stiffened, their eyes instantly losing focus as if they had seen the most terrifying sight in the world, and they collapsed, foaming at the mouth.
Their consciousness had been dragged into an eternal genjutsu hell.
But this did not completely stop those who followed.
More guards rushed forward, shouting, and various binding Cursed Techniques and offensive Jujutsu rained down like a storm.
Toho Hiroshi seemed to lose patience, and the Rinnegan pattern in his left eye glowed faintly.
"Susanoo!"
A burst of Cursed Energy erupted, and a gigantic, purple-glowing, two-faced skeleton instantly solidified, shielding Toho Hiroshi within it.
All incoming Cursed Techniques struck the skeleton, merely creating slight ripples, unable to budge it in the slightest.
Immediately after, the skeleton's bone structure and fleshly meridians spread, quickly donning the Karasu Tengu armor, resembling a demon god.
The immense pressure of Cursed Energy made the entire council hall tremble violently, forcing the remaining guards to retreat repeatedly, their eyes filled with terror and despair.
The Perfect Susanoo ignored the tiny guards; its massive arm clenched into a fist, bringing with it the power to shatter mountains and crack stones, and smashed down fiercely onto the wall that had just closed.
Boom!
The wall, reinforced with a Barrier and harder than steel, shattered like fragile glass, sending debris flying and dust billowing.
Behind the wall, it was not the narrow passage they expected, but a brightly lit, unusually spacious secret chamber.
The gaunt elder stood in the center of the secret chamber, utterly terrified. On the ground in front of him, an extremely complex, ancient array radiating an ominous aura was carved. In the center of the array, a rusty yet imbued with dense black and red Cursed Energy, ancient longsword was plunged.
"Awaken! Oni Yamagao! By the blood pact of us all, slay this fiend!"
The elder bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of vital blood onto the array, and chanted ancient incantations with a hoarse voice.
The array suddenly lit up with blinding blood-red light, and the ancient longsword vibrated violently, emitting a teeth-grinding hum. An aura far more ferocious, ancient, and tyrannical than any Special Grade Cursed Spirit erupted like a dormant volcano.
Dense, almost solid, black and red blood-like energy surged from the array, quickly condensing into a colossal humanoid figure.
It wore tattered ancient armor, stood nearly three meters tall, its body seemed to be composed of congealed blood and twisted resentment, and it wielded the longsword, which now glowed with an eerie red light.
Its face had no distinct features, only a constantly writhing dark red, and a pair of scarlet eyes burning with pure killing intent and madness.
The ancient Cursed Spirit—Oni Yamagao!
It was an existence that had caused a bloodbath in the heian period, slaughtering countless Jujutsu Sorcerers and commoners with its ultimate swordsmanship and blood manipulation abilities, and was finally sealed by several powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers of that era working together.
"It's done! It's done!"
The elder's face showed a mix of ecstasy and madness, "Toho Hiroshi! You're finished! This is the ultimate weapon The Higher-Ups spent countless efforts to control! No matter how special you are among the Special Grade, before the overlord of the heian period, you can only..."
His maniacal laughter abruptly ceased.
Because Toho Hiroshi didn't even spare a glance at Oni Yamagao, who was emitting terrifying Cursed Energy fluctuations.
The gigantic Susanoo directly reached out, ignoring the suffocating oppressive feeling, and with pinpoint accuracy, seized the gaunt elder hiding behind Oni Yamagao.
"No!"
The elder let out a desperate shriek.
Crack!
A teeth-grinding sound of bones shattering echoed. Susanoo's five fingers tightened, and the emaciated body, like a crushed insect, turned into a messy puddle of flesh and blood, slipping through the massive gaps between its fingers.
Only then did Toho Hiroshi turn his gaze to the summoned ancient Cursed Spirit.
Oni Yamagao seemed to grow even more frenzied due to the death of its summoner; it let out an inhuman roar, its surrounding blood energy surged like boiling water, the demonic blade in its hand glowed intensely red, and an unparalleled sword pressure instantly filled the entire secret chamber, as if it could tear space itself apart.
It moved!
Its speed was unimaginably fast; its massive body brought forth a foul wind, and the demonic blade drew a perfect blood-red arc, slashing directly towards Susanoo's core—Toho Hiroshi within it.
This single strike contained the essence of the ultimate swordsmanship of a peak warrior from the heian period, fused with violent blood Cursed Energy, capable of easily severing the domain of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
However, Toho Hiroshi merely stood there quietly, his left Rinnegan calmly reflecting that earth-shattering sword strike.
Just as the blood blade was about to cleave Susanoo.
"Almighty Push."
An invisible, absolutely repulsive and terrifying force field suddenly expanded with Toho Hiroshi at its center.
Rumble!
Oni Yamagao's certain-kill strike, along with its massive body, was violently repelled at a speed faster than it came, as if it had crashed into an unshakeable celestial Barrier, slamming heavily into the secret chamber wall and causing the entire underground space to shake violently.
The blood energy on its body became chaotic and dissipated, and it let out a roar mixed with fury and shock.
Toho Hiroshi, controlling Susanoo, advanced step by step, his cold voice echoing in the secret chamber, carrying a hint of imperceptible weariness: "An overlord of the heian period? An ultimate weapon?"
"Merely a relic of an old era."
"And it dares to block my path?"
The gigantic Susanoo once again raised its massive blue sword, its blade pointed directly at the ancient Cursed Spirit Oni Yamagao, who had just struggled to get back up.
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