The living habits of the alien races were very strange. It was said that there were alien races who were not used to living in human accommodations after being assigned dormitories. They built basements and lived in tree holes all over the place. It was a complete mess. The higher-ups of the Holy City initially adopted a compulsory assimilation policy for these alien races, but the more they saw, the more experience they gained. Accepting alien apprentices was not without the element of experimentation and observation. Assimilating their souls and making them acknowledge humans from the bottom of their hearts was far more important than assimilating their customs. Moreover, the latter seemed too urgent and often easily aroused the resistance of the alien races. Thus, the Holy City slowly gave up on the rule of forcing these alien races to live in human buildings.
The dim moonlight shone in the sky, and occasionally, the sound of owls could be heard. Walking on this deserted street, it was as if they had suddenly returned to the countryside from a big city. Prosperity and desolation coexisted. This was probably a characteristic of the Holy City, where there were many races.
The joy of reuniting with old friends couldn't be concealed by the darkness of the night. Wang Zhong still had a lot of Samsara wine with him, and he drank half of it with everyone when they were barbecuing. The aftereffects of this wine were amazing. Sharmie and Grai were both carried back by Mario. Even with Wang Zhong's alcohol tolerance, he still felt a little excited.
The Skylink here came with a runic space similar to a storage bag. In fact, it was similar to the space runic bag that Aiolos taught him before. However, this small space was obviously more stable and lasted longer than the small space constructed with ordinary runes. Also, one only needed to spend two or three Holy Coins to recharge it, and it could be used again. It was very convenient.
This three-square-meter storage space was only the standard in the Holy Land. As long as one spent money, one could upgrade it in the office hall and expand the space. Or, one could also find a private alchemist master, and the price would be even cheaper.
It was said that some wealthy Holy Disciples and even teachers had a Skylink storage space of hundreds of square meters. Those Great Teachers who stood in the ruling class could even get a storage space of thousands of square meters. It was no exaggeration to say that one could directly build a garden in the storage space.
If the things here were put in the real world, they would definitely explode. Obviously, the Holy Land had control over all of this.
Looking at the 3D map on his Skylink, Wang Zhong saw that he was about to reach his residence. This area was rather desolate. All of a sudden, a wave of killing intent descended from the sky. A power that could topple mountains and overturn the seas suddenly pressed down from the sky, causing Wang Zhong to tilt his body slightly.
Boom!
The entire ground seemed to shake violently, and a terrifying shockwave suddenly spread out, sweeping out hundreds of meters in all directions, causing thick dust to billow!
It was a gigantic palm print that shone with a faint golden light. It was particularly conspicuous in the night, but such a ferocious Soul Power reaction didn't affect the surrounding environment. It was clear that the Holy Land was different from the rest.
Wang Zhong raised his head, thinking to himself that the other party was truly impatient.
After advancing to the Heroic Soul Stage, other than the leap in his Dharma Idol and Heroic Soul power, the improvement in his Mind's Eye ability was a huge surprise. That murderous aura had followed him all the way here, and he had long sensed it. How could he succeed if he suddenly attacked in this desolate place?
"Heh, you're pretty fast at dodging."
In mid-air, a black shadow jumped down from the top of a dilapidated building on the side and landed lightly on the ground. The tip of his foot touched the ground lightly. "Not bad, kid."
Wang Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the other party. The other party didn't hide his appearance at all. He had a yellowish mustache, and his smile was a little wretched. He had seen this person at the previous gathering; he had been following Okuyama Domoto around like a dog.
Frankly speaking, Wang Zhong was a little disappointed. He thought that after offending such a large group of people, the other side would at least send two decent guys to stop him. He wanted to try out the power of the Heroic Soul Stage, but if it was just this guy … Wang Zhong had already discovered him from a few miles away, and he even pretended to be quite secretive. His Soul Power reaction wasn't weak, and he had probably reached the Middle Heroic Soul Stage, but he couldn't give Wang Zhong any pressure at all.
The rules in the Holy Land were actually a kind of existence between the Federation and the Empire. It wasn't like the law of the jungle in the Empire, nor was it as gentle as the Federation. To be honest, this kind of rule was very suitable for Wang Zhong. In the Holy Land, they didn't need obedient people; they needed people with strength.
A golden demigod phantom had already appeared in front of the man with the mustache. The demigod phantom was five or six meters tall and had muscles all over its body. It held a golden spear in its hand and wore a crown of antlers on its head, just like the God of War Achilles in ancient mythology!
The giant palm that fell from the sky just now was a masterpiece of the combination of the demigod and its real body. Its destructive power was amazing. At this time, the God of War Dharma Idol was already in an attacking stance. A powerful pressure spread from its body, pressing towards Wang Zhong. The airflow was pushed back in all directions, and with it as the center, it was as if there was a strong wind blowing in all directions!
The man with the mustache licked his lips. Seeing that Wang Zhong didn't seem to have any reaction at all, he laughed and said, "Are you scared silly, kid? You were quite tough at the gathering tonight. You really disappointed me. Do you have the guts to resist? Otherwise, I won't be able to enjoy myself. "
Wang Zhong smiled helplessly. He simply raised his hand, and a circle of fire quickly condensed in the air.
Seeing the Flaming Spirit King, the man with the mustache couldn't hide the contempt on his face. He even found it funny.
The Dharma Idol reflected one's self downward and connected the dimension upward.
What was one's self? That was the epitome of one's inner self, a portrayal of one's inner self. If one had the world in one's heart, then the reflection of one's inner self would be a king, a god. But what about spirits? In human cognition, the concept of elemental spirits wasn't very high.
Connecting the dimension upward was the law of reflection. Fire was indeed a kind of law, but it was only a small branch of the law. It wasn't that the five elements weren't strong. On the contrary, in the entire world of laws, the power of the five elements was enough to rank above the average, but that only referred to the combination of the five elements — metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. A single flame could only be said to be relatively weak.
Such a Dharma Idol would be considered ordinary among the newcomers. With such a standard, he actually dared to show off in front of Wang Zhong and even Senior Domoto?
The God of War Dharma Idol twisted its wrist slightly, and at the same time, a Golden Holy Spear condensed in the hand of the man with the mustache. He bent down and lowered his body like the Dharma Idol, and a huge spear energy instantly condensed. "No wonder you didn't dare to release your Dharma Idol during the gathering. You were afraid of losing face, right? Haha, I really overestimated you. I'll break your legs in one move! "
Boom!
The spear energy spiraled, and Wang Zhong and his Dharma Idol attacked at the same time. Their movements were exactly the same, and they broke through the air, emitting a brilliant light that illuminated the nearby ruins. It was like a miracle! On the other hand, Wang Zhong was still crossing his arms and didn't even have the slightest intention of moving.
Soul Domination — Imperial Lightning Spear!
A surging Soul Power of over 2500 Grassos, coupled with an intense lightning attribute, signified that a rapid and lethal attack was about to rush towards Wang Zhong. To Little Beard Leo, this sort of mission was the most satisfying, as his strength at the Middle Casted Soul Stage allowed him to completely suppress a newcomer.
But in the next second, a warning sign appeared, and the attack completely missed. He didn't know when the target had appeared in front of him. Wang Zhong was speechless. He wouldn't underestimate the Holy Land, but that didn't mean these Holy Disciples. It was just like how he didn't think that Mo Wen, who didn't come to the Holy Land, would become weaker.
Just as he was about to attack, Leo disappeared in a flash. In the next moment, Leo was already dozens of meters away, and his Soul Domination technique was easily dodged. Although he wasn't one of the best among the Holy Disciples, he wasn't a fool.
Since this was a troublesome matter, he needed to consider it from a long-term perspective. Wang Zhong, who was far away, didn't follow up. Leo was still very confident in his speed.
At this moment, a terrifying big hand came slapping at him.
It was a palm formed by pure flames. The Flaming Spirit King didn't have a terrifying momentum, nor did it emit a brilliant light. It was only fast, so fast that the mustache man couldn't even react.
Pa!
The Flaming Spirit King was only more than two meters tall, and its palm was at most the size of a large person's hand. However, this palm was overwhelming in the mustache man's perception, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him!
Like a fly swatting a mosquito, the mustache man and the huge Dharma Idol behind him were instantly smashed to the ground. The Dharma Idol dissipated, leaving a human-shaped pit on the ground!
Following that, the flaming palm turned slightly and reached into the pit. It grabbed the man's body and pulled him out of the pit as if he was a little chick.
The mustache man only felt that all the bones in his body were about to be smashed, and his Soul Sea was instantly sealed, making him unable to muster any strength. The big hand that grabbed his body emitted an extremely hot temperature. He could feel that the other party was deliberately controlling it. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would have been directly roasted into charcoal. Opposite him, Wang Zhong was still standing there with his arms crossed, showing no signs of moving at all.
What kind of Dharma Idol was this?! What kind of power was this?!
The mustache man didn't have time to feel the severe pain coming from all over his body. He just felt a little dizzy, and his vision was a bloody blur.
Da, da, da, da …
The sound of leisurely footsteps came. He vaguely saw a figure not far away slowly approaching as if he was taking a stroll. Leo suddenly felt extremely regretful. What kind of monster was this? Didn't they say that he was just a piece of trash? How could his combat power be so amazing? And what kind of Dharma Idol was this?!
Fire attribute? But even Soul Realization didn't have such a physical feeling. If he didn't know that it was a Dharma Idol, he would have thought that it was a dimensional Soul Beast!
This time, he had kicked an iron plate.
"How should I deal with this, my king!"
The muffled voice came from the side of the mustache man's head. At the same time, the Flaming Spirit King that was dragging his body had already knelt down in front of the figure that was slowly walking over!
This, this, this, this?!
Even though he was about to be beaten unconscious, Leo still couldn't suppress his fear and shock. His mouth that was full of blood opened wide, and his worldview was a little overturned.
Not to mention the power of the attack just now that he couldn't understand it at all, the key point was that the Dharma Idol actually spoke?!
As everyone knew, the Dharma Idol was just a reflection, a reflection of one's heart, and a reflection of one's realm of cultivation. To put it bluntly, it was illusory. The real essence was still the person and the soul. First of all, it shouldn't have a physical body at all! But this guy not only had a physical body, but he also had consciousness and could even speak!
The mustache man felt like he was scared out of his wits and that he was incontinent.
What the f * ck was this?!
Without waiting for the mustache man to recover from his shock, Wang Zhong had already snapped his fingers. The Flaming Spirit King sensed his intention and grabbed the mustache man's neck, followed by a heavy punch.
Boom!
A solid punch landed on the mustache man's stomach. At that moment, the mustache man felt like his soul was separated from his body.
This was Wang Zhong's punch. The mustache man felt that the power of this punch was no less than the previous one. Even among the most abnormal freshmen in the Tyrants, there weren't many who had such a physique! The mustache man was already half-dead from the Flaming Spirit King's slap. After receiving this punch, the mustache man felt like he had sh * t all over his body, and his crotch was a little hot.
"Do you know why I didn't hit your face?" The elegant voice sounded like a devil's whisper in the mustache man's ears.
He was already kneeling on the ground and retching non-stop. His four limbs were on the ground, and his eyes were about to pop out. However, he was still conscious. At this time, before he could answer, a heavy foot had already stepped on his back.
Crack. The mustache man could clearly hear the sound of his bones breaking. He almost couldn't feel the pain anymore. His whole body was basically paralyzed. "Why, why, why …"
He wanted to respond, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't even say a word.
"Because I need you to go back and report." That devilish whisper sounded again, and the man with the mustache felt like dying. He was originally here to bully a newcomer, but he actually encountered a super pervert. How was this a freaking newcomer? He was almost on par with a pervert like Molton! He actually wanted to teach such a person a lesson?
Wang Zhong squatted down with his foot on the mustache man's back and pulled his hair. "You are a smart person. No matter who sent you here, go back and tell them that you have completed the mission."
Wang Zhong could guess that the mustache man was a smart guy from the fact that he knew how to run after missing his attack. This way, things would be simpler. Wang Zhong wanted to establish his dominance, but it would be better to reduce some trouble at this stage.
"This way, you will complete the mission, and I will be saved from trouble. Of course, you can also choose to die."
The mustache man was about to cry. Was he trying to f * cking kill him? Did he agree or not?
"You don't agree?" Wang Zhong stepped on the mustache man's back with more force.
"I — I agree! I agree! I agree! " The mustache man's entire body trembled. He only hesitated for a moment, but he felt as if his entire back was about to break. This motherf * cker was going to use violence without a single word. No, he was going to use his feet. How could he dare to disagree? Using the last bit of strength in his body, he shouted while gasping for breath.
"Very good." Wang Zhong smiled. "Then, I wish you a pleasant night. Goodbye."
Leaving the mustache man, who was still recovering, behind, Wang Zhong wasn't worried at all. With one look, he could tell that this kid was a smart person. He wouldn't reject his proposal. Even if he did … it didn't matter.
As for Wang Zhong, who had already experienced life and death in the cursed lands and the desert, he didn't intend to continue swallowing his anger. Sometimes, blindly compromising wouldn't bring him peace.
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