Superpower Small Farmer

In contrast, Wang Xiaoqiang, although also knocked back, was unharmed. After all, he possessed a powerful body cultivation, a strong physical form, and ample blood qi for defense,

not to mention, the force of these two men's punches could not compare to his.

It was the same punch, but Wang Xiaoqiang's fist carried the power of the divine spirit, while Zhang Hu's punch was ordinary and could not be compared at all,

Wang Xiaoqiang's punch seriously injured Zhang Hu, leaving him dying, while Zhang Hu's punch just forced Wang Xiaoqiang back a few steps,

Wang Xiaoqiang steadied himself and walked toward Zhang Hu.

Zhang Hu kept spitting blood. At this moment, he was at the end of his rope, seriously injured and dying. If treated now, he could still be saved, but under these circumstances, it was clearly impossible.

Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang walking towards him, Zhang Hu kept shrinking back, trying to avoid him, his eyes wide open, filled with overwhelming fear.

And a hint of unwillingness and despair.

Wang Xiaoqiang was expressionless, his face cold. He walked up to Zhang Hu and said, "Zhang Hu, don't blame me. You can only blame yourself. It was you who harbored the intent to kill me and let your cousin try to kill me. Now that I have the opportunity, naturally, I can't let you live, right..."

"No, no don't..." Zhang Hu sputtered with bloody foam, his voice weak. Before he could finish speaking, Wang Xiaoqiang pointed a finger, emitting a spiritual power that shot at Zhang Hu's forehead, punching a bloody hole in it. Then Wang Xiaoqiang opened his five fingers and grabbed at the blood hole. As the blood spurted out, ten wisps of light smoke floated from the hole, which were Zhang Hu's three souls and seven spirits,

Zhang Hu's eyes widened. He was not completely dead yet, witnessing his soul being extracted, his face full of despair.

Ultimately, the ten strands of soul were caught in Wang Xiaoqiang's hand. Wang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes, his mind running the soul and spirit cultivation manual, and immediately golden flames erupted in his palm, igniting Zhang Hu's ten strands of souls, burning them... transforming into energy...

This energy could also be called the power of the soul.

The souls of cultivators at the Heavenly Being Stage were not to be compared with those of ordinary people, nor with regular cultivators. Compared to the souls of cultivators below the Heavenly Being Stage, the souls of those at the Heavenly Being Stage were stronger, especially because Zhang Hu had already started cultivating the divine spirit. After cultivation, his soul was naturally stronger, so the energy his soul transformed into was very vast and powerful. This energy was absorbed into Wang Xiaoqiang's hand, traveling up his arm, reaching his brain's spiritual aperture, and then attaching to Wang Xiaoqiang's second spirit, beginning its transformation...

This meant that at this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang was taking steps toward the two spirits of heavenly beings.

When the energy transformed from Zhang Hu's soul was entirely absorbed by Wang Xiaoqiang's second spirit, Zhang Hu's pupils dilated and he was thoroughly dead.

In an instant, Zhang Hu transformed from a living person into a corpse, a soulless corpse.

All the disciples in the dormitory, including Little Zhang, were stunned. Wang Xiaoqiang killed without pause, and that decisive killing atmosphere resonated in their hearts, evoking admiration and awe.

The fear and respect only grew stronger as Wang Xiaoqiang, after absorbing Zhang Hu's soul, willed the patterned beast on his back to roar, leap off him, turn into a solid form, and swallow Zhang Hu's corpse. Satisfied, it licked its mouth and turned back into a void, attaching to Wang Xiaoqiang's back.

To kill someone, extract their soul, and not even spare their corpse—Wang Xiaoqiang's move was too vicious.

All the disciples in the dormitory, cold sweat trickling down, nearly lost their minds.

Including Little Zhang, who was also stunned.

It wasn't until Wang Xiaoqiang dragged Little Zhang away from the stone house, into the chilling wind outside, that Little Zhang regained his senses. Having come to his senses, Little Zhang said nothing, merely casting a glance at Wang Xiaoqiang full of awe.

"A man without venom is no man. In this world, if you're not venomous, if you don't kill, you'll be killed." Wang Xiaoqiang, understanding Little Zhang's mood, spoke meaningfully,

Little Zhang had always considered Wang Xiaoqiang as someone with many strong spells, not a simple person, a strong man. After this event and hearing those words, he realized he had underestimated him; the word "strong" was not enough to describe him,

Now, he suddenly felt that this friend, this brother, would not only survive but accomplish great things in the future.

From this moment, Little Zhang resolutely decided to become Wang Xiaoqiang's little brother, to follow him.

"Let's go." Wang Xiaoqiang pulled Little Zhang up, and they flew away. With Zhang Hu dead, Tu Dalong would soon receive the news and come to pursue them, so they had to flee quickly.

"Strong, Brother Qiang, where are we fleeing to..." Little Zhang asked, somewhat at a loss, and Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Where we flee to is not important. What matters is that I want to lure out Tu Dalong's group and wipe them all out."

Little Zhang was puzzled; was this fleeing or drawing the enemy out?

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Little Fatty, for your safety, when Tu Dalong's group comes chasing again, I will, as before, throw you into the storage ring. While you're in the ring space, don't slack off; diligently practice your Soul Shock Spell..."

"Okay, Brother Qiang, don't worry, I will practice diligently," said Little Zhang.

No further mention was made of Wang Xiaoqiang and Little Zhang leaving the Kaoshan Sect's entry-level disciple area. Instead, attention shifted to Tu Dalong, who, after receiving the news of Zhang Hu's murder, was filled with grief and rage. He immediately went to check the entry-level disciple area and, upon finding no trace of Zhang Hu's body even in the stone house dormitory, his emotions collapsed, and he furiously shouted at the few disciples in the dormitory, "Where is my cousin? Where is Zhang Hu?"

"He was killed by Wang Xiaoqiang." When all the disciples were shivering with fear, one disciple bravely answered.

"The body? Where is the body?" Tu Dalong roared again, his voice thundering like a storm, shaking the stone house.

"In, in Wang Xiaoqiang's pet beast's stomach..." the disciple replied.

"What?" Tu Dalong grabbed the disciple by the collar. "What did you say?"

Although the disciple was afraid of Tu Dalong, he knew that he wouldn't dare kill him here. Steadying his mind, he said, "Wang Xiaoqiang killed Zhang Hu, extracted his soul, released his pet beast, and had it eat Zhang Hu's body."

"What? Killed my cousin, and extracted his soul, not even sparing the body..." Tu Dalong could hardly believe it. Realizing this was not an illusion but reality, he frantically shouted, "Wang Xiaoqiang, I will not share the sky with you, I will annihilate your entire clan..."

Releasing that disciple, Tu Dalong immediately used the communication talisman to contact members of the Flying Gang to pursue Wang Xiaoqiang.

At this time, Wang Xiaoqiang flew toward a large city, this city located north of the Yin Corpse Mountain Range, called Sunfire City. As they neared Sunfire City, Wang Xiaoqiang deliberately slowed his pace, and as expected, Tu Dalong soon arrived with the Flying Gang in pursuit.

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