Blueberry Assassin

America, 1980.
No sooner had Xu Yi transmigrated than he was put on the dissection table; then he gradually came to understand the true nature of this world.
"Studying medicine can't exorcise undead demons; I must become an exorcist!" he resolved silently to himself.
On a misty, rain-soaked night.
"Miss Evil Spirit over there, the night is cold and damp; be careful not to catch a chill! Come over here and warm yourself by the fire!" Xu Yi said, holding a lighter, as the pale gold flame slowly approached the other.
The Evil Spirit shrank back, looking at Xu Yi with fear.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to warm you up..." Xu Yi's face broke into a warm smile, "by setting you on fire!"
Ding dong! Ding dong!
"Sign-in at the Land of Fear successful, Resurrection Coin awarded!"
"Synthesis pathway requirements met, do you wish to combine the following entries?"
Psychic + Scholar + Painter = Psychic Painter!
Saintly Offspring + Gunfight Technique + Revolver Mastery = Holy Gunslinger!
Undead + Revelation + Holy Nation = God!

American Exorcism Male God

West's pupils were almost consumed by the blood-red light, knowing he couldn't wait any longer. The man-spider swelled up like a balloon and suddenly exploded, its flesh turning into white threads that swept across the area like a tidal wave.


The surrounding monsters couldn't dodge in time and got entangled in the strands, unable to break free.


With West's ability, it certainly wasn't just about entrapment. The corrupted monsters' bodies began to dissolve, and what was most horrifying was that their origin was forced to reveal itself.


Xu Yi, of course, would not waste such a good opportunity. He held his knife horizontally in front of his chest, burning a large amount of Sub-Divine Power within him.


He swung his blade fiercely, the knife tracing a perfect circle, and the terrifying knife energy spread out in all directions.


Wherever the knife energy passed, flesh and blood disintegrated, and the souls of the monsters, along with their origin, were shredded to pieces.


Chapter 422: The Gun Hits the Bird that Sticks Its Neck Out