Gazing at Alex Moyan, who had already activated his combat-oriented Cursed Technique.
The Exquisite Cursed Spirit seemed to sense a hint of threat; its arms transformed into sharp bone blades, and its original three thousand silky black strands of hair turned into dense, sharp, tiny bone needles.
The Exquisite Cursed Spirit's stunning body leaned slightly forward, like a war machine ready to march at any moment.
The Exquisite Cursed Spirit seemed to have no emotions, lacking the sorrowful resentment and obsession typical of other Cursed Spirits.
It was completely like a robot.
Just as the Exquisite Cursed Spirit charged, aiming to pierce Alex Moyan.
Alex Moyan's figure flashed, leaving behind an afterimage.
The sharp bone blades pierced through the remaining afterimage.
Bang!
Alex Moyan's figure reappeared, already in front of the Exquisite Cursed Spirit, swinging a fierce punch at its head.
Boom—
The immense power and attack sent the Exquisite Cursed Spirit's massive body flying a hundred meters away.
Buildings along the way were destroyed, and the ground was plowed with a deep furrow.
The strike just now had directly caved in the Exquisite Cursed Spirit's head, looking quite terrifying.
But relying on the powerful recovery abilities of a Cursed Spirit, the Exquisite Cursed Spirit expressionlessly restored the injury to its skull.
Alex Moyan stood atop the highest point of the shattered buildings, looking down at the Exquisite Cursed Spirit he had knocked down.
He did not like looking up at anyone, or any Cursed Spirit.
The Exquisite Cursed Spirit did not feel fear because of Alex Moyan's powerful attack, even though the gap in strength was so vast.
One must know that even the weakest Cursed Spirit would display emotions of fear and anger.
Yet the Special Grade Cursed Spirit before him lacked such feelings.
"Truly strange," Alex Moyan observed calmly from a distance.
Within the Zen'in, in a room hidden in the deepest part of the Zenin headquarters.
The current Clan Head, Zen'in Naobito, and his younger brother, Zen'in Ogi, were currently kneeling on the floor.
Before them was an elderly man surrounded by an aura of death, yet possessed an air of natural authority.
The true mastermind behind the Zen'in, Zenin Naoto.
Zenin Naoto's cloudy eyes swept over his two sons.
The second son, Zen'in Naobito, had the best talent, but unfortunately, he inherited the Projection Sorcery, one of the clan's Cursed Techniques, rather than the Ten Shadows Technique.
The third son, Zen'in Ogi, had average talent, a poor temperament, and was incompetent in his duties.
As for the eldest son, he had died years ago in that incident.
Of course, Zenin Naoto did not feel heartbroken; after all, his eldest son was quite useless and had even fathered a useless son who had thrown the Zenin Family into turmoil.
Zenin Naoto spoke indifferently, "Has any fresh blood emerged in the clan this year?"
"Father, there are thirty-three children eligible to become Jujutsu Sorcerers this year, among which..."
Zen'in Ogi reported truthfully with a hint of fawning and fear, even taking the opportunity to flatter Zenin Naoto.
But Zenin Naoto didn't seem to take Zen'in Ogi's flattery to heart.
Instead, he muttered to himself: "Is there still no junior who has inherited the Ten Shadows Technique this year?"
Zenin Naoto's gaze couldn't help but become vacant and disappointed.
Although the Ten Shadows Technique did not necessarily require guidance from another elder with the same technique.
Zenin Naoto was unwilling to settle; he desperately needed an heir to the Ten Shadows Technique to counter the Gojo Family's Six Eyes.
The Zen'in had always been the head of the The Big Three Families!
Compared to the common and unremarkable Blood Manipulation of the Kamo Clan.
And the rarity of the Gojo Family's Six Eyes.
Their Zenin Family's Ten Shadows Technique truly combined the strengths of both families.
Powerful, perfect, outstanding, and with an inheritance that almost never broke.
This was an advantage that neither the Gojo Family nor the Kamo Clan ever possessed.
This was exactly why the Zenin Family was so arrogant and assertive.
Because of the Ten Shadows Technique!
Even if I can't beat you, I can still take your life.
By directly dragging you into the exorcism ritual to perish together.
Wasn't the Six Eyes from hundreds of years ago killed by their Zenin ancestor in this way?
To put it nicely, it was perishing together; to put it bluntly, both were beaten to death by Mahoraga.
But one had to admit the prowess of the Zenin Family's Ten Shadows Technique.
After all, Mahoraga could go back and forth with a fifteen-finger Sukuna, while Tsubone couldn't even touch a hair of the fifteen-finger Sukuna.
The sword of extermination is the natural bane of Cursed Spirits, a one-hit kill.
Zenin Naoto looked at Zen'in Ogi, who was the father of Maki / Zen'in Maki and Mai / Zen'in Mai.
"How is that matter going?"
Zen'in Ogi prostrated himself in fear, his tone cautious and respectful.
"According to your arrangements, Father, I have already released our Zenin Family's Special Grade Cursed Spirit in a very remote mountain village."
"I believe that youth will not be able to return to Tokyo in a short time."
Zenin Naoto nodded slightly, "Good. Which Special Grade Cursed Spirit did you release?"
Zen'in Ogi's tone carried a hint of excitement, as if he had been waiting for the old man to ask him this for a long time: "It is the Special Grade Cursed Spirit from the deepest part of the forbidden grounds."
As soon as Zen'in Ogi finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room froze, as if the air itself had solidified.
In the next second, Zen'in Ogi was slapped away by a powerful force.
The one who attacked was none other than Zenin Naoto's Ten Shadows Technique shikigami.
"Fool!" Zenin Naoto roared.
"I gave you the Clan Head's decree infused with my Cursed Energy, thinking you could do something useful."
"I didn't expect you to fail even such a simple task!"
Zenin Naoto's chest heaved with anger as he gasped for breath, as if he might stop breathing and pass away at any moment.
But eventually, Zenin Naoto steadied himself.
He said coldly to his son Zen'in Ogi, "You truly are as useless as ever. You've disappointed me too much."
"I heard your wife gave birth to twins, one without Cursed Energy and one with low Cursed Energy. You've really impressed me, Ogi."
Twins, the curse of a Jujutsu Sorcerers.
They were despised by all Jujutsu Sorcerer families because children born as twins had extremely low Cursed Energy, and most didn't even have the qualifications to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
The Zenin Family's forbidden grounds could only be opened by the Clan Head who inherited the Ten Shadows Technique.
It was one of the Zenin Family's foundations and one of its most important hidden military forces.
It contained special combat forces accumulated by the Zenin Family over a thousand years.
Zenin Namiko, naturally beautiful and with exceptional talent for Cursed Techniques, was the wife of a gifted Zenin Clan Head who had inherited the Ten Shadows Technique hundreds of years ago; her Cursed Technique was Bone.
That Zenin Clan Head was also hailed as a rare genius of the Zenin Family in a thousand years.
He was also the Zenin Clan Head who had the best chance in history to tame Mahoraga.
He loved his wife deeply, but unfortunately, his wife Zenin Namiko died tragically later on.
In his grief, he cursed her out of love, turning Zenin Namiko into a Cursed Spirit.
From then on, he was also dispirited, eventually being killed by Mahoraga during the exorcism ritual.
His wife was also preserved and sealed by the Zenin Family using secret methods to be used as a war machine.
Within the Innate Domain, the battlefield was a mess.
The manor that was just now beautiful and solemn was now in ruins.
Countless white bone spikes stood on the ground, dense and numerous, like a white forest.
Alex Moyan stood loftily atop the highest bone spike, which almost pierced the sky.
His whole body was spotless, as if the battle just now had nothing to do with him.
Alex Moyan looked down at the Exquisite Cursed Spirit beneath his feet, which he had beaten until it was covered in wounds.
Alex Moyan could feel that the Exquisite Cursed Spirit seemed to have a trump card left.
At that moment, Alex Moyan's pupils shook slightly, as if he had seen something incredible happen.
"Domain Expansion!"