Chapter 210: The Great Demon of Six Desires, Fond of Ease

It's simple logic: if you're going to take a hostage anyway, better to grab the highest-ranking one—far more cost-effective than this troublesome brat, Wenwen.

"What did you say?"

Iinagamaru Ryu asked, face darkening.

The forest fell suddenly silent.

The chirping of insects, the wind, the waterfall's rush—even breathing, heartbeats, the blink of eyes—all paused for a single instant.

"Hey hey, don't local yokai have good hearing?"

Jia Ji spoke in an exaggerated tone of shock, deliberately provoking her—

"Hmph! Star of Misfortune, Starfire Blazing Dance!"

As expected, the proud tengu immediately took the bait; her blade-sharp gaze slashed at him, and her demonic aura erupted like a volcanic geyser, surging skyward into the clouds.

Immediately, she swung the fan woven from black feathers in her hand.

The fan is a wind-summoning tool, one of the tengu's standard equipment, unrelated to the Uchiha fan; though it looks unremarkable, it is anything but ordinary.

Legend says that with one swing of the tengu fan, no skirt remains untouched; with two, no maiden stands upright; with three, even underwear is swept away.

But Iinagamaru Ryu's fan was no ordinary tool—it was her matched 【weapon】.

Fine air currents and dust trembled before the fan's surface, clashing with crackling sparks, igniting crimson, ferocious flames—red and blue, swirling like lightning, blazing like the sun, sweeping across the heavens.

The sun endures, starfire burns—midsummer is now here, and it is July…

Brilliant streams of fire erupted from the fan, transforming into meteoric firestorms hurtling toward Jia Ji, carving dazzling, erratic arcs through the air.

Jia Ji raised an eyebrow, tossed the Shamingwan Wen behind him—and she vanished into the void.

He slammed his clenched right fist into the ground: "Hong Zhen Zuo Bo!"

The shockwave deep beneath the earth shattered structures dozens of meters down; his punch wasn't mere destruction—it skillfully upturned an entire slab of ground!

The entire battlefield's surface and lake surged upward, waves of water and mud rising dozens of meters high, blocking the path of the flying starfire.

A deluge of fire meteors rained down, countless flames slicing through the air, blazing light tearing the sky—yet this spectacular attack shattered like a fleeting flower against the "heaved-up" barrier.

"Starwind—Rainbow Multicolored Dance!"

Around her, a furious storm of demonic particles ignited, violent light and razor winds constantly forming—yet in the next instant, all were replaced by a long dragon of rainbow demonic energy.

Whatever had form or formlessness, in that instant, was blasted apart by the rainbow dragon!

"Judging by your move name, you must've come from Dragon Tiger Fist—next move must be Dragon Tiger Chaos Dance! (No doubt the boss of the White Wolf Tengu is Sakazaki Tachimura, the tactical genius)."

Jia Ji, dodging the furious assault by kicking off the air midair for a second directional shift, still had the breath to mock.

"Ling!"

Iinagamaru Ryu seized the moment and shouted sharply.

Again, tengu are social, communal yokai; to protect their home, they'd never show mercy to a creature like Jia Ji—they'd attack as one.

But ordinary tengu couldn't even join the battle, let alone observe it; so the only ones Iinagamaru Ryu could summon now were those of her own rank…

—Great Tengu, Reikyuu Rin!

She was an unusually petite, adorable girl, with white hair past her waist and wolf-dog ears, dressed in red-and-white robes and towering one-meter wooden geta, a mask passed down through generations of tengu leaders hanging at her cheek.

And this pure, snow-spirit-like girl's sword was by no means to be underestimated!

A flash of blade light—Reikyuu Rin, who had appeared behind Jia Ji without warning, moved with cold, expressionless speed.

Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!

Cold, frost-edged blades became a storm.

For a moment, the peak of Hachinohe blazed with endless rainbow light and slashing strikes.

In an instant, the stars appeared.

"Perfect. You're just in time."

Blood-red light seemed to shoot from his eyes; Jia Ji's shirt burst open from swelling muscles, his body harder and stronger than steel, radiating searing energy that warped the surrounding air. The phantom silhouette of the Big Dipper formed before him, each star linked in a line, flickering across his skin, radiating endless danger.

His heartbeat thundered like a clap of lightning, numbing his ears; he grinned, hair bristling like spikes, revealing rows of gleaming white teeth.

In the next instant, both their expressions changed sharply.

The ferocious rainbow dragon and the lightning-fast sword strikes obliterated "Jia Ji" in a single flash.

Afterimage?!

A gust of wind struck front and back, lifting the white and blue strands of their hair; before they even realized what happened, an unstoppable force crashed down upon their heads.

!!!

Panic-stricken, the girls tried to resist—but found they could not break free.

And once Jia Ji closed in, there was only one outcome—

BOOM!!

A muffled explosion shattered the ground.

Air currents collapsed, force radiated in all directions.

The two great tengu, moments ago with heads raised, now slammed into the earth; this unstoppable blow shattered the sound barrier, its residual force pulverizing the ground for dozens of meters around.

Crack! x2

Their slender, delicate necks snapped with crisp, clear breaks.

Jia Ji did not loosen his grip; violent tremors surged through his hands—resistance from the girls lasted over ten seconds before gradually fading.

He released them.

He stood again.

"So lonely…"

Jia Ji sighed after victory, as if a strange BGM had begun playing.

"Who are you imitating this time?!"

Yagumo Shiki tossed out the trembling, terrified little karasu-tengu from a gap beside her, and muttered.

"Just a skilled fighter."

Before Shamingwan Wen lay two great tengu leaders, defeated and unconscious, smashed into the earth—looking just like…

"Lady Ling? Lady Ryu?!"

Her voice carried genuine panic and a hint of tears—something never heard before.

"You…"

Thanks to the tengu's formidable vitality, even this damage hadn't killed them—but the shame of defeat, and the foul sensation of their faces pressed against the cold ground, was more than their proud spirits could bear.

"Wait, why are you crying?"

Jia Ji reached out, preparing to ruffle the little crow-tengu's head.

Next second,

A furious roar came from midair.

"How DARE you!!"

(End of Chapter)