SFS Chapter 182 Now, it's time to pay the debt.
Chapter 182 Now, it's time to pay the debt.
"Oh? You actually noticed?" Matsumoto Kenichi raised an eyebrow, his contempt deepening.
"It seems you do have some knowledge. But knowing it won't help. Today, both of you will die here and become sacrifices to my Hundred Ghosts."
As he spoke, he shook the bronze ceremonial bell in his hand violently.
"Ring ring—"
The piercing bell rang again, and the crimson magic circle on the ground instantly burst into a dazzling red light. Countless black tentacles emerged from the magic circle's patterns, writhing like venomous snakes as they lunged towards Shen Yu and Jiang Xinlan.
At the same time, the wooden imp sculpture at the center of the magic circle let out a sharp baby cry, and more than a dozen ferocious ghostly figures surged out of the sculpture, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on the two of them, letting out mournful roars.
Jiang Xinlan subconsciously channeled her spiritual power, creating a pale white barrier in front of her.
The black tentacles slammed against the barrier, making a hissing sound and kicking up plumes of black smoke.
But Shen Yu just stood there, without moving an inch.
He looked at the overwhelming ghostly figures and tentacles rushing towards him and casually raised his hand.
A pale golden spiritual energy barrier appeared out of thin air in front of the two, seemingly indestructible. The black tentacles and ghostly figures crashed into the barrier, instantly turning into black smoke and vanishing without a trace.
Kenichi Matsumoto's smile froze instantly, and a hint of wariness appeared in his eyes:
"You're from the Chinese Xuanmen? Impossible! The Chinese Xuanmen has long since declined!"
"Declined?" Shen Yu scoffed, his tone full of disdain. "You bunch of unorthodox practitioners dare to say such things?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of golden spiritual energy shot out from his fingertip, like a bolt of lightning, instantly striking the bronze bell in Matsumoto Kenichi's hand.
"Bang!"
The bronze bell shattered upon impact, scattering fragments everywhere.
Kenichi Matsumoto was thrown back three steps by the aftershock of the spiritual energy, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. He clutched his chest, glaring venomously at Shen Yu.
"You're asking for it!"
He rapidly formed hand seals while chanting urgent Japanese incantations.
As he chanted the incantation, the black chrysanthemum pattern, which was originally hidden in the lines of the blood-red magic circle on the ground, suddenly lit up, emitting a dense aura of yin energy.
"Blood Chrysanthemum Devours Souls!"
Matsumoto Kenichi roared, and the black chrysanthemum instantly enlarged, with countless black petals flying towards Shen Yu like sharp blades, each petal carrying a strong killing intent.
The moment Shen Yu saw the black chrysanthemum, his eyes turned cold.
"Nine Chrysanthemum School".
He recognized the signature techniques of this heretical sect.
The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect, one of the most insidious evil cultivation sects in Japan, committed heinous crimes during the war by using the souls of countless soldiers and civilians to forge evil artifacts.
It's unbelievable that after so many years, they still dare to infiltrate China and continue to commit evil deeds.
"Oh? You actually know our Nine Chrysanthemum Sect?"
Kenichi Matsumoto wore a smug smile.
"That's right, I am Matsumoto Kenichi, the butler of the Nine Chrysanthemums Faction!"
"Today I'll show you the power of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect! After I kill you, I'll extract your soul and refine it into the most powerful ghost slave, so you can be enslaved by me for eternity!"
As he spoke, he pulled a pitch-black dagger from his pocket. The blade was covered with dense chrysanthemum patterns and exuded a nauseating stench of blood and a menacing aura.
This is his destined evil sword, Kikuichimonji, forged from the souls of ninety-nine young boys and girls; its power is boundless.
Kenichi Matsumoto gripped the dagger, his eyes filled with madness.
"Originally, I could have completed the Hundred Ghosts Fiend technique simply by extracting Su Mu's pure Yang soul. But now it seems that using your soul, a cultivator from the Xuanmen sect, will yield even better results!"
He charged at Shen Yu, the short knife in his hand radiating a black, menacing aura, and thrust it toward Shen Yu's chest.
Shen Yu stood still, without moving an inch.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce his chest, he casually raised two fingers and gently pinched the blade.
"What?!"
Kenichi Matsumoto's eyes widened in disbelief. His natal evil sword, capable of cutting through steel, was being held between two fingers by this young man?
He tried to pull the dagger back, but it was as if it had been welded shut and wouldn't budge.
"Is that all the skill you've got? You dare to cause trouble in China?"
Shen Yu tightened his fingers slightly.
With a crisp snap, the black dagger broke in two.
The moment it broke, countless heart-wrenching cries of children suddenly erupted from the blade, sharp and piercing, sending chills down one's spine.
Transparent little shadows emerged from the broken blade; they were all three or four-year-old children, covered in wounds, with vacant eyes, crying incessantly around the broken knife.
Jiang Xinlan's heart clenched, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Shen Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the temperature around him instantly dropped to freezing point.
All the previous indifference and casualness vanished without a trace, replaced by an extreme, suppressed anger.
His fingertips trembled slightly, not from fear, but from a burning rage.
"You forged this knife using the souls of ninety-nine Chinese children."
Shen Yu's voice was soft, yet it pierced Matsumoto Kenichi's heart like an ice pick, each word carrying a chilling edge.
Kenichi Matsumoto staggered backward, a flicker of panic crossing his face as he looked at the child spirits emerging from the ground, yet he remained defiant:
"So what if they are? These lowly Chinese are incredibly lucky to become the materials for my sword-forging! Once I've forged the Hundred Ghosts Fiend, the entire nation of China will..."
"Shut up."
Shen Yu interrupted him, his eyes cold enough to kill. He raised his hand, not using spiritual power to attack, but instead guiding all the resentment emanating from the blade towards Matsumoto Kenichi with a flick of his finger.
"ah--!"
Kenichi Matsumoto let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Countless black resentful energies burrowed into his body like venomous snakes, gnawing at his meridians and soul.
He could clearly feel that the children he had cruelly murdered were grabbing his flesh with their tiny hands and biting his bones with their teeth, repaying him tenfold for the pain he had inflicted on them.
"It hurts! It hurts so much! Please let me go! Please, please let me go!"
Kenichi Matsumoto writhed in agony on the ground, his body convulsing, and his skin bulged with terrifying bumps as if countless insects were crawling beneath it.
His hair turned white instantly, and his face became covered with wrinkles, aging him by decades in just a few seconds.
"When you killed them, why didn't you ever think of letting them go?"
Shen Yu stood there, looking at him coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
"They were only three or four years old, and before they had a chance to grow up and see the world properly, you took their souls away, and they suffer the torment of soul refining day and night. What you have endured is not even one ten-thousandth of what they have suffered."
Kenichi Matsumoto could no longer speak, only able to gasp for breath, his eyes bloodshot and filled with endless pain and fear.
Shen Yu looked at him without being moved in the slightest. He raised his hand, and a wisp of golden spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips.
"Now, it's time to pay the debt."