Sukuna felt a chill in his heart, seemingly realizing what means this despicable Special Grade Cursed Spirit intended to use.
With a thought, the entire world began to turn blood-red.
Fluctuations of Cursed Energy spread throughout the world, and the phantom of a shrine began to emerge.
The next moment, a flaming fist slammed into the bridge of his nose.
The explosion of powerful force shattered the blood-red world that had just emerged.
Sukuna’s eyes rolled back from the punch, his nose bridge was knocked crooked to one side, and bright red blood flowed uncontrollably.
His current body was too weak, even activating his Domain had a startup time.
In front of Jogo, he didn’t even have time to activate his Domain.
“Still trying to open a Domain to resist?
You old thing really are stubborn.
Put away your resistance and just obediently enjoy it.” Jogo pressed Sukuna’s head to the ground, then grabbed his hair with his right hand and began sliding it back and forth at an extremely fast speed.
Trails of blood were left on the ground as Sukuna’s facial skin rubbed constantly against the hard marble floor, the sliding speed even beginning to create faint afterimages.
After sliding for several more seconds, Jogo looked at Sukuna, whose face was already starting to smoke, and finally stopped, lifting him back up.
The onlookers nearby, even those filming or watching from afar, turned pale with fear the moment they saw Sukuna’s face reappear.
Some even started vomiting.
That once somewhat handsome face was unrecognizable.
His features had been ground flat, with blood constantly falling out, leaving only empty holes where his features used to be.
As Reverse Cursed Technique began to circulate, the ground-down cheeks quickly regenerated.
Sukuna stared fixedly at Jogo.
“You damn Cursed Spirit, how dare you treat me like this!
The game is over.
I will make you wish for death, unable to…” Boom!
His head was smashed into the ground again.
The words on his lips came to an abrupt halt, swallowed back into his stomach.
The corner of Jogo’s lips curled into a defiant smile.
He stepped on the back of Sukuna’s head, his red hair dancing in the wind.
“I finally understand why you have two heads.
It turns out it’s because one face isn’t enough to lose.
I just ground one face flat, and you grew another.
Are you afraid of not losing face enough?” “You seem to have failed to recognize your current situation.
In my eyes, you have never been the famous King of Curses.
You are just a beast.” “Right now, you are just a dog with its spine pulled out, capable only of impotent rage, yet unable to even lift your head under my feet.” “If you think what I’m saying makes sense, then you can choose not to lift your head for the rest of your life.
If you think this sentence is insulting you, then you can lift your head and look at me, provided you can withstand my foot.” Hearing this, Sukuna felt an unprecedented insult.
His dignity was ruthlessly trampled into the ground, and rage burned in his chest.
As the King of Curses, bearing the title of the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer in history, having ended the most prosperous era of Jujutsu single-handedly, he had not yet regained his power, yet he was being mocked while being ridden by a Cursed Spirit.
“You…
damn…
trash…
I will shred you!” The pride of the King of Curses made it impossible for him to ignore Jogo’s mockery.
He couldn’t wait to mince him.
Dismantles streaked through the air, and the flaming chains on his body snapped at that moment.
Jogo dodged quickly, avoiding one Dismantle after another, thinking to himself, ‘I wonder if this degree counts as meeting the system’s standard.
Should I add a little more flavor?’ Sukuna unleashed the limit of power that could be squeezed from the four fingers in his body, finally forcing Jogo back briefly.
But he knew that even if this Special Grade Cursed Spirit retreated for a short time, as soon as the Dismantle ended, he would immediately return to his side and continue repeating the humiliation and torture from just now.
“Vile creature, I will make you understand why the King of Curses cannot be insulted!” “Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine!” The entire sky turned blood-red at this moment, and the ground beneath his feet had long since disappeared, turning into that boundless blood.
Above the already blood-red sky, a giant skeleton stood across the firmament.
Sukuna, who had been beaten black and blue, had his injuries fully recovered under the healing of Reverse Cursed Technique.
A wild smile returned to his face as he floated in the very center of this blood-colored world.
Accompanied by a roar, a huge shrine appeared behind him.
This shrine was in the standard Japanese temple style, with an overall red color, and pillars supporting the top and bottom.
Sukuna stared at Jogo, the smile on his face becoming more pronounced.
“You have been wrong all along.
Now, it is the moment for the real show to begin.” Cleave!
Dismantle!
Thousands upon thousands of slashes, under Sukuna’s control, rushed toward Jogo below.
Although Sukuna had controlled the vast majority of the slashes, some still affected the nearby civilians.
These people who were hiding in the distance filming had not even reacted before their bodies were turned into countless fragments, then minced into paste, and their mobile phones were turned into broken shards all over the ground.
Of course, even in this state of rage, Sukuna did not forget to shrink the range of the slashes to prevent accidentally cutting Megumi to death.
And Nobara was right next to Megumi, also luckily escaping a catastrophe, but she was not so lucky.
Because her arm was within the range of the Domain, it was cut into powder.