Chapter 304: Feeding the Ghost with My Body... Prajna Descends!!!

Kill! Kill! Kill!!

Shen Dai Qianhe's voice was hoarse as she wildly swung the black blade in her hand, with no form at all.

Hair blocking the way?

Slice it!

Obstructing air?

Hack it open!

Each slash that flew out sounded like a defeated dog's final wail, bearing the despair after faith collapsed.

Tsk, really annoying.

Magu furrowed her brows, a flash of impatience passing through her eyes.

She knew exactly what she had to do—

Drag!

Even a second more of dragging would let Wang's injuries recover a little more!

Her mission was simple.

Don't let that mad woman interfere with Wang!

But the cocoon made of those hairs seemed a bit unable to hold up?

Although she verbally mocked the woman as trash.

She couldn't deny.

This reckless, mad-dog style attack had astonishing explosive power.

Hmph!

Keep feeding!

She must block!

…

Break! Break it for me!!

After a prolonged failed assault, Shen Dai Qianhe grew increasingly anxious, her mindset completely exploding.

Tears of blood split at the corners of her eyes, streaming down in two lines.

I am the hope of the Shen Dai family... I am the backbone of the Great Sakura...

How could I possibly lose to a vase, maid?!

Impossible!!

Pfft—!

Under the horrified, desperate gazes of the entire audience.

Shen Dai Qianhe suddenly grasped her knife with a reverse hand.

Without any hesitation, she struck her own abdomen with a single blow!

A chilling cold ran through!

Black blood spurted out!

This wasn't the usual seppuku the little days loved.

But—

Ritual!

Feeding the ghost with my body... Prajna descends!!!

Boom—!!!

The originally scattered black vapors, like sharks that smelled blood.

In an instant they curled back, crazily diving into her wound.

The void twisted, temperature dropping sharply.

A massive Prajna phantom, ten meters tall but only its upper body, slowly materialized!

Its face was snarling, fangs turned outward, eyes filled with venomous hatred.

In its hand it still held a gigantic execution blade forged from pure curse.

All must die!!

Shen Dai Qianhe roared, her movements perfectly synchronized with the ghost behind her.

She drew the long blade from her abdomen, raising both hands high.

Forcefully cleave Sakura Mountain!

This time, strange Red Light coiled around the blade's edge.

Unstoppable!

Tear—!

The originally indestructible hair net, before this illusory slash, was like brittle paper.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

It was instantly torn open with a huge gash!

The blade's momentum unchanged, it headed straight for Magu's slender neck!

And behind her...

Su Ming, silently watching all this!

…

Inside the live broadcast room.

The previously desperate Sakura Country Audience suddenly seemed to clutch a lifeline, and the barrage instantly spurted.

"Yo Xi! The sky cleared, the rain stopped, I feel I can do it!"

"Kill! Lord Shen Dai Qianhe! This is the true Bushido spirit!"

"What a damn woman, in the face of absolute power, cut her off with a single stroke!"

"Yo Xi! The deity has descended! That's the Great Prajna God! Let me smash that pair of dogs!"

On the contrary.

The Dragon Nation Audience's hearts were once again lodged in their throats.

The melon seeds in their hands instantly became unappetizing.

This crazy woman…

She is truly risking her life!

Such a massive phantom, the pressure is about to spill out of the screen!

Can our own Mahjong‑playing girl really hold out?!

…

However.

Facing this slash that could split mountains and cut seas.

Magu's slightly sickly pale face showed not a hint of fear.

On the contrary…

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

She revealed a grin crazier than Shen Dai Qianhe's.

It was a lunatic's excitement at seeing someone even crazier!

Crazier?

"You think you're the top!"

"Desperate?"

"You even dare talk about desperation before my family's king?"

Bang!

Magu's slender fingers slapped the void forcefully.

Crisp and loud!

The motion didn't look like greeting an enemy.

It was more like, at that smoke‑filled card table, slamming down a lethal card with fierce momentum!

"Whoosh—!!!"

The sound rang through the entire venue.

The crisp clash echoed throughout the venue.

It seemed an invisible hand pushed down the mountain‑high wall of cards.

Her Mahjong realm unfolded!

Buzz—!

Green Light surged!

The ruined ground instantly turned into a massive green‑velvet tabletop.

Four transparent yet indestructible air walls rose around.

Rule descends!

This is my arena!

"What business is it of yours, demons and monsters!"

Magu lifted her head, her gaze teasing, one hand on her hip.

"Since you're here, then give me…"

"To the table!"

…

Boom—!

The Prajna Specter's world‑shattering slash finally fell.

Each strand of hair snapped.

Physical defense couldn't block this life‑draining blow.

But.

The blade stopped three inches above Magu's crown.

It halted.

It was as if the frame suddenly froze, kinetic energy vanished.

Magu's ruby lips barely opened, uttering a single word.

"Bang!"

Thud!

The void trembled.

Two gigantic whiteboards materialized out of thin air, left and right.

Like two absolute‑defense shields, they pinched the massive blade with perfect precision!

It wasn't a physical block.

But it's—Rule judgment!

Even if your single slash could split a whole world.

But I have a pair in my hand…

You must stop for me!

This is the Rule!

I'm going to touch you!

…

"Nani?!"

Shen Dai Qianhe's already chaotic mind instantly crashed.

She felt the terrifying resistance transmitted from that slash.

It was as if she were cutting into an immovable mountain!

"What kind of sorcery is this?!"

She wildly drew her blade, trying to strike again.

But.

Not a hair moved!

"Sorcery?"

Magu let out a cold laugh, her gaze as if looking at a rookie who sat at the table before learning the Rule.

"Country bumpkin, this is called the Rule."

"Since you're at the table, you must be the dragon, you must be the ghost…"

"Then you have to kneel before me!"

"It's my turn to play."

Magu's eyes flashed coldly as she swung her right hand violently.

Whoosh!

Dozens of Mahjong tiles emitting a faint glow flew out of her sleeve like a storm of pear blossoms.

"Two Bamboo! Go!"

Swoosh!

Two tiles engraved with green bamboo segments flew out.

In midair they surged with the wind, turning into two chains flashing blue light, tightly binding Shen Dai Qianhe's legs!

"Five Dots! Press!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Five tiles marked with circles rose into the air.

In an instant they became five black gravity spheres each weighing a thousand pounds.

Carrying a whistling wind pressure, they slammed down hard onto Shen Dai Qianhe's twisted body!

Bang!

The first smashed the protective ghost aura!

Bang!

The second smashed the left shoulder bone!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The three successive strikes brutally knocked Shen Dai Qianhe's once haughty body onto its knees!

The kneecap shattered!

"Ah!!!"

Shen Dai Qianhe let out a harrowing scream.

The pain in her body was secondary.

What broke her even more was the humiliation of being toyed with!

She came with a resolve to die!

She sacrificed her body to summon spirits!

What is this?

It didn't even slay all around.

Instead, she was pressed to the ground like a dog, forced to play Mahjong with this crazy woman?!

…

"Do you still want to duel Wang?"

Magu floated in midair, looking down from above at the disheveled figure.

Her eyes were full of contempt, murderous and heart‑piercing.

"You don't even look at the cards in your hand…"

"Totally rotten!"

"Roar—!!!"

Enraged to the core, Shen Dai Qianhe's thread of reason finally snapped completely.

She, Sakura Country's number one pride.

When has she ever suffered such grievance?!

"Heh."

Ghosts and gods... disintegration!!