"Husband."

"Be careful with that gourd, there's something odd about it." Qing Ji's expression was quite serious, seemingly sensing something unusual.

Without the Space-Time Monitor System, Su Ziyu would have thought this gourd was simply a magical artifact. But now he saw it was no magical artifact at all; it was a demon. The suffix attached to the gourd was even more extensive than Shuten Dōji's, making him genuinely question which was the real boss.

Gulp!

A mouthful of blood-red wine went down, and Shuten Dōji's eyes turned blood-red. He laughed maniacally and then gripped the gourd, smashing it forward and roaring fiercely: "Now that you've come, stay here!"

Rumble.

A crack extending hundreds of meters appeared on the ground, showing Shuten Dōji's extraordinary power with just a casual strike.

"Be cautious."

"They say he used to be the son of the Mountain God." Aoi Lantern's expression was equally serious at this moment, whispering secretly.

Legend has it there are several versions of Shuten Dōji's story, with two being the most widespread. One says he was originally a monk in a temple, whose extraordinary looks incited jealousy and led to his downfall, ultimately turning him into the great demon Shuten Dōji. Another version states he was the Mountain God's son, expelled by monks for his intense malevolence, leading him to become a demon and occupy Danbo Mountain with a group of evil ghosts.

——"Shuten Dōji[Ghost Race Leader][Frenzy][Ghost Possession]!"

A sip of wine went down.

Shuten Dōji's state changed dramatically, with faint blood energy surrounding him as his muscles bulged like rocks. He leaped forward, hurling the gourd like a sinister shadow and then struck the ground with a heavy punch, shattering more than a dozen ghost soldiers into pieces.

The morale of the surrounding demons skyrocketed instantly!

It's said Shuten Dōji drinks every day, gathering evil ghosts purely through his martial strength, not through any talent.

"Go!"

Su Ziyu indicated for Qing Ji not to act hastily, waving his hand as the Meteor Longsword shot out like lightning, piercing Shuten Dōji's chest. Yet, it only produced a light blood mark, with the crackling iron clash echoing. The electric current from the sword clashed constantly with the blood energy around him, quickly consuming the Spiritual Lightning attached to the Meteor Longsword.

"Just like the legend, impervious to blades and guns!" Su Ziyu's expression was slightly grave.

He beckoned lightly, and the Meteor Longsword flew back. The power of Spiritual Sword Control was insufficient, barely breaching Shuten Dōji's defenses. He had to personally wield the sword to break through.

"You look like a decent opponent!"

Shuten Dōji took a swig of Blood Wine from the Demon Gourd, his demeanor growing more arrogant, charging at Su Ziyu while laughing wildly: "Come on! Fight with me!"

The Shuten Dōji before him was like a human tank.

Transformed, he was no longer the appearance of a human youth but a demon over three meters tall, with red hair and ghost horns. He approached rapidly, confronting Su Ziyu with massive fists. Su Ziyu moved swiftly to evade but then felt a little dizzy.

"Warning! Warning!"

"You have entered the Wine Spirit Domain!…You're affected by the inebriation status!…"

The feeling was indescribable.

Su Ziyu felt as if he'd downed a glass of white liquor; the wine surged instantly, hitting him directly in the mind. It seemed this status had nothing to do with his alcohol tolerance. Despite shielding himself with a Spiritual Protection Field, he was still hit.

The liquor made Su Ziyu feel feverish, wanting to strip off his clothes, scream madly, and pick a fight to vent.

"Husband, be careful!" Qing Ji's startled cry reached him; her face was also slightly flushed, showing a beauty drunk.

Another fist shadow struck.

Su Ziyu bit his tongue to clear his mind, thrusting the sword straight at Shuten Dōji's eyes.

Bam!

Clang!

Su Ziyu's figure was sent flying over ten meters away, steadied in mid-air, with blood trickling from his lips. While Shuten Dōji's forehead bore blood marks caused by his swift defense, using his ghost horn to strike the sword, leaving a three-centimeter cut across his forehead, revealing the hard skull beneath.

"You managed to injure me?" Shuten Dōji wiped the blood from his forehead, tasting it, his expression growing wilder, laughing: "Good, good! Let's go again!"

"I'll brew your blood into wine; it must be exquisite!"

The physical resistance is incredible.

Su Ziyu had never faced an enemy with such exceptional physical defense before. Despite the Flesh Mutants' strong regeneration, damage can still be inflicted. Shuten Dōji, however, seemed impervious; Su Ziyu's full-force strike barely pierced his skin, with the head's bones unharmed — calling it iron bone would not be an exaggeration. A regular person wouldn't faze him at all.

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