"Dry tongue!"
Wutian's temperament changed as his killing intent soared. His long hair fluttered without any wind and his face was as cold as ice. He was like an Asura, without any emotions.
"Boom!"
With one step forward, the earth shook and the mountains shook. Wu Tian approached in a flash. Profound Qi gushed out from his palm, twisting the void. This kind of power made Wang Miao's face change. The opponent's strength was far beyond her imagination.
"Clang!"
Light flashed as a slender green sword was unsheathed. It was shining with a brilliant light and was extremely sharp. It was obvious that it was a high quality Spirit Weapon.
"Die! Killing you today is enough to make me famous!" With the Spirit Weapon in her hand, she was full of confidence.
In the Hundred Sect Competition, Wutian finished the competition in two breaths and became famous in the Azure Dragon Continent. Therefore, Wang Miao wanted to use him as a stepping stone to soar into the sky.
"I'll kill you in one move!"
In terms of arrogance, no one was more arrogant than Wutian. His words caused everyone to be shocked. Soon after, most of them expressed their disdain. Killing Senior Sister Wang in one move, he was really boasting to the heavens.
Even Longhu was skeptical.
Wang Miao's strength could be ranked in the top ten in the sect. She was definitely a genius of the younger generation. Furthermore, she had a Spirit Weapon in her hand while Wutian was bare-handed. Killing her in one move was unrealistic.
Perhaps only the little fellow did not have any objections.
Wutian's face was cold as his Profound Qi surged. Without hesitation, he pushed out his hand. This action caused Lin Shan and Longhu to sweat as they wanted to stop him.
However, a scene that caused everyone to be shocked appeared. The seemingly sharp Spirit Weapon, under that big hand, was as weak as a withered tree. With a clang, it actually broke into pieces!
The momentum did not stop as it was extremely ferocious. After breaking the Spirit Weapon, Wutian's palm landed on Wang Miao's chest. The palm was gentle, but it had a strong penetrating power. Her internal organs were instantly shattered into pieces.
Even in death, Wang Miao didn't know how she died. She only felt a powerful force rush into her body, followed by intense pain. She coughed up blood and fell to the ground, dead!
"He really did it. He shattered the spirit weapon with a single palm and even killed Senior Sister Wang. How can his physical body be so strong?!"
This scene made the group of people's scalps go numb. He was able to shake a Spirit weapon with his bare hands and was not injured in the slightest. This kind of physical body was comparable to that of a Descendant, perhaps even surpassing it.
"What a terrifying brat!" Longhu shook his head and laughed. It turned out that he had underestimated this playmate of his since childhood. Moreover, he had a feeling that his true strength was far from this.
"You've grown up. You're no longer that innocent little brat!" Lin Shan sighed with emotion. The young man who used to need protection had now become an existence that he could only look up to.
After killing Wang Miao in one move, Wutian moved as fast as lightning to the other side. His Profound Qi gushed out as he punched out with both fists. Fist shadows overlapped as muffled groans sounded continuously. Five people coughed up blood as they flew through the air and into a mountain peak.
"White Haired Asura! He's a merciless Asura! Everyone, run!"
Seeing this, the crowd was aghast and panicked. Some people even bumped into Wutian. When they raised their heads to see what was going on, they saw two large hands coming towards them. Then, with a cracking sound, their heads tilted to the side and rolled on the ground, blood foaming out of their mouths!
If they worked together and attacked together, if the little guy didn't make a move, they might still have a chance to escape. However, those cruel methods and merciless killings had already caused them to completely collapse. They were in despair and had lost the courage to fight. They only cared about running for their lives.
Blood was like a blooming rose, tender and beautiful, but no one would appreciate it. They only saw the white figure wandering around the crowd like a ghost. Every time he attacked, a life would be taken away.
"What has he gone through in the past year to have such a merciless character? He treats human lives like grass!"
Longhu didn't make a move, and neither did Lin Shan, because there was no need for them to do anything. Their hearts were filled with melancholy. They felt that the familiar person was now a stranger, as if it was their first time seeing him.
"In the past year, the Son Of Heaven has gone through a lot. It's not something you can imagine."
That was all the little guy said. Lin Shan and Longhu didn't ask any more questions and just watched quietly.
None of them were spared. One by one, they were killed by Wutian. However, there wasn't a single drop of blood on his body. His breathing was steady and calm, as if he had just done something very easy.
"Little guy, it's your turn!"
Hearing this, the little guy took a few steps forward. A shadow appeared behind him. It opened its golden mouth and rolled its long tongue. All the dead people were sucked into its huge mouth. When the shadow of the beast disappeared, five drops of bloody Profound Qi rose from its body.
"Uncle Lin, quickly consume it and heal your injuries. Otherwise, there will be hidden injuries."
Without waiting for Wutian to speak, Longhu grabbed the Profound Qi and placed it in Lin Shan's hand.
He also cultivated the Devouring Spirit Demonic Book. Although he was only at the first level, the flesh and blood of these people were still very beneficial to him.
"Let's go. The massacre over there is about to end."
The three of them turned back. All the Fire Cloud Sect disciples they met along the way were all swallowed by the little guy and refined into Profound Qi. This was a great supplement for the two of them. In the end, Longhu almost broke through to the early stage of the Hundred Dynasties Stage, but he forcefully suppressed it.
Lin Shan, who had been stuck in this stage for many years, finally broke through to the early stage of the Channel Opening Stage.
Wutian also understood that the Devouring Spirit Demonic Book, other than being a little evil, didn't have any side effects on the body. Therefore, he was at ease and allowed them to absorb it.
Along the way, they didn't let anyone go. Finally, they met up with the eleven elders. All of them were covered in blood and filled with killing intent. There were countless corpses lying around.
"Young Master!"
When they saw Wutian, they retracted their killing intent and respectfully cupped their hands. Then, they looked at Longhu and Lin Shan and asked curiously, "Young Master, they are?"
"My friends!" Wutian replied indifferently. However, Longhu and Lin Shan were not so indifferent. They hurriedly cupped their hands and said, "Greetings, elders!"
"Since we are all Young Master's friends, there is no need to stand on ceremony!" The eleven elders were very kind and smiled at the two of them. Compared to the Asuras who were crazily slaughtering people, they were like two different people.
Wutian looked around and frowned, "Did we kill them all?"
"Yes, other than Huo Zhenren, Huo Tan and Huo Yunzi, we killed them all. Not a single one was left alive!" One of the elders nodded.
Nodding, Wutian looked up at the sky. There, the clouds were swirling, and the grey air covered everything. It was impossible to see.
"Do you have confidence in crippling Huo Tan?"
His eyes turned. Within the great seal, Huo Tan was crazily struggling, roaring in anger. His voice was filled with hatred and grief. He could only watch helplessly as his fellow disciples were slaughtered and he was powerless to do anything. This sort of feeling was worse than death.
An old man stepped forward. He had a ruddy complexion and white hair, and his face was flushed red. He proudly said, "It's just Huo Tan. I can kill him with a single hand. If it weren't for the mysterious prayer beads, he would have already died!"
This old man was the Asura Palace's Third Elder. Wutian had seen him before at Beast King Mountain. His cultivation was at the early Divine Transformation realm and he was very strong. He was more than enough to deal with the Hundred Dynasty Huo Tan.
"Good. Cripple him and throw him down!" Wutian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his killing intent soaring!
The Third Elder nodded. He stomped the ground and turned into a beam of light that penetrated through the purple light barrier and entered the prison. After entering, he didn't say anything and directly thrust out his palm. Essence energy surged and he slammed it towards Huo Tan's energy sea.
As long as Huo Tan's energy sea was destroyed, even if he didn't die, he would become a cripple.
Although Wutian and the others were isolated by the great sealing spell, they couldn't feel Huo Tan's aura or hear his voice. But, they could clearly see Huo Tan's ferocious and angry appearance, as well as his deep sense of helplessness.
A Divine Transformation realm powerhouse was not someone he could contend with.
However, Huo Tan didn't just sit there and wait for his death. His figure flashed, avoiding the palm strike. Then, with a wave of his hand, a small black flag appeared. It rose up in the wind, instantly growing to 100 feet long. Ghostly faces floated atop the flag and vengeful spirits roared. Yin energy filled the air; it was a terrifying sight to behold!
The Third Elder sneered. His rough hand grasped out and a giant palm soared into the air, grabbing onto the black flag. Then, with a clench of his hand, the black flag was as fragile as tofu. It exploded, turning to ash.
Even the vengeful spirits within were annihilated.
If it were an ordinary spirit weapon, then the destruction of it wouldn't cause any harm to the user. But, this black flag had been refined into a life magic tool by Huo Tan and was closely related to his soul. If his life magic tool was destroyed, that was the same as half of his soul being destroyed. This was a massive wound to him. Blood spurted out from his mouth and his body swayed as if he had lost all of his strength.
The Third Elder seized this chance and quickly rushed forwards. Essence energy gushed out from his palm and fell onto Huo Tan's stomach. A tyrannical strength broke through his body, instantly shattering his energy sea. Essence energy rioted, crazily crashing into his organs like a flood that had broken through a dam.
At this time, in the highest heavens, Old 12 seemed to sense the changes occurring here. He flicked his sleeves and the curtain of purple light vanished. Four forbidden symbols broke through the void and fell into his palm.
"Ahhh!"
Without the great sealing spell sealing him, a howl like a pig being slaughtered resounded through the skies. Huo Tan's face twisted in pain. His body convulsed and he shivered. A massive amount of essence energy gushed out from his pores, turning into a part of the world.
The Third Elder grabbed the fire saltpeter and returned to the ground in a flash. Then, he threw it heavily at Wu Tian's feet as if he was grabbing a little chick. Immediately, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he cut a sorry figure.
"Little bastard, don't be complacent. There will be a day when you will die without a burial site. You will be like your grandfather and the villagers of your village. Your soul will scatter and you will never be able to reincarnate." He roared, his words extremely vicious.
His body trembled. Wutian's eyes exploded with a monstrous killing intent. He waved his palm, but then he suddenly withdrew it. He coldly smiled and said, "You want to die, but I won't let you do as you wish."
Bending down, Wutian picked up the shattered black flag. He was lost in thought. There were no more vengeful spirits on it. They had all been destroyed by the Third Elder. But in a daze, he could still see the villagers and his grandfather's vengeful spirits roaring and howling …
He looked at Longhu and explained how Huo Tan had treated the villagers' souls.
Hearing this, Longhu flew into a rage. His face was filled with grief.
"Father, mother, fellow villagers, you all died miserably!" Finally, Longhu raised his head to the sky and howled. Tears of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes. Then, step by step, he walked over to Huo Tan's side.
"I'm going to make you beg for death!"
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