596: C596 All the Way to Zhao Qingtian(2)

C596 All the Way to Zhao Qingtian(2)

Under the Heaven-Shrouding Seal, everything within four to five miles was turned into ruins. Some of the cultivators who did not manage to dodge in time were killed by the attack.

The chaotic world was in chaos. Smoke and dust were rolling in the air. No one thought that Xu Feng and Zhao Loong would be able to survive such a powerful attack. Even Zhao Qingtian felt that these two were dead for sure.

To others, whether it was Zhao Loong or Xu Feng, both of them were the strongest among the strong, and they were the rising stars with extraordinary talent. However, in Zhao Qingtian's eyes, these two were merely the bigger ants.

It would be fine if they didn't offend him, but if they did, the bigger ants would eventually be trampled to death under his feet.

"It's time to collect some interest!"

Zhao Qingtian closed his eyes. Scenes flashed in his mind. Very quickly, he searched in his mind a practitioner who had spat on him before.

He suddenly opened his eyes and did not say a word. He stretched out his palm and a big gray claw landed in the crowd. One. A Late Period of Spirit Essence Stage warrior was held in his hand and slowly rose into the air. He arrived in front of him.

"No! No! Don't kill me!"

The cultivator looked at Zhao Qingtian and struggled frantically. He kept begging for mercy, and his eyes were filled with terror.

"Give me a reason not to kill you, and I'll let you go!"

Zhao Qingtian didn't attack immediately. Instead, he smiled and said in a low voice.

"I, I have no enmity with you. Don't kill me!"

The cultivator said hastily. In his impression, he had never done anything to Zhao Qingtian. He didn't want to have anything to do with this God of Slaughter.

"Hehe..."

Laughing, Zhao Qingtian continued, "Do you remember that twelve years ago, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, you knocked me over while drunk and spat on me? You even scolded me for going to die earlier?"

The practitioner's thoughts kept going back and forth, and when his memories returned to that night, his expression immediately changed. That day, he drank quite a bit of wine. He did indeed do such a thing, but at that time, he didn't see the beggar's appearance. He didn't expect that it would be the Zhao Qingtian in front of him.

Looking at the frightened face of the cultivator, Zhao Qingtian spoke again, "How is it? Do you remember now?"

"Senior, no, grandfather, I didn't do it on purpose! I really didn't do it on purpose! I'll kowtow and admit my mistake, let me go! I... I really didn't do it on purpose!"

When he regained his senses, the cultivator directly knelt down in the air and muttered to himself," I can give you anything you want. I can even be your slave. Grandpa Zhan, please let me live! "

After kowtowing a dozen or so times, Zhao Qingtian stroked his beard and said, "There is sincerity, but it feels like something is missing!"

When the cultivator heard this, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He raised his head and asked, "What is missing? I will make up for it. As long as you can spare my life, I can do anything!"

As the saying went, evil people would be tormented by evil people. Perhaps this cultivator was usually an evil person, but in front of Zhao Qingtian, he was nothing.

Zhao Qingtian even dared to kill the Sect Master of Justice Yang Sect. What was the big deal about killing an insignificant evil person in Jiaoyuh City?

"Swish!"

A ray of light flashed past. Zhao Qingtian's palm had been stained with a bloody wound. Then, the practitioner's pupils gradually enlarged, and a bloody wound slowly appeared on his neck.

He wanted to use his hand to stop the blood, but his head fell down with a 'gurgle' sound. His body fell down along with his head.

Many people had already killed a practitioner before they could see how Zhao Qingtian had attacked. Such a scene made some people feel guilty. They slowly retreated, wanting to leave this place.

"I'm here. I'm afraid it won't be so easy for you all to leave!"

Zhao Qingtian sneered and struck out his palm again and again. That huge grey palm was like a fish being fished. It kept flying in the night sky. Each time, it could catch a person. Soon, there were seventy to eighty cultivators in front of him.

"Gulp!"

They looked at Zhao Qingtian who was standing in front of them. They knew what they had done. They couldn't help but feel nervous, and their faces were covered in sweat.

"Wah!"

One! A cultivator couldn't withstand Zhao Qingtian's Qi. He opened his mouth and started to cry. His crotch was already wet by the water, dripping down.

"So noisy!"

The expressionless Zhao Qingtian raised his hand. A Yuan energy blade flew out from his sleeve and killed the person who was crying. The cry stopped abruptly, and blood splashed onto the practitioner's face beside him.

The smell of blood stimulated the frightened cultivator. At this moment, someone actually rushed forward, wanting to fight back for the last time.

"Ignorant!"

His eyes widened. A ray of light shot out from his eyes and penetrated the cultivator's glabella. Before it reached Zhao Qingtian, it had already died.

After killing two people in a row, no one dared to move anymore. Everyone looked at the God of Slaughter in horror and prayed in their hearts, hoping that death wouldn't befall them.

"This... He stepped on me thirty-eight years ago!"

Zhao Qingtian walked to an old man who was about the same age as him and muttered to himself. As if he was immersed in the memories of the past, his voice faded. The chest of the old man in front of him had been pierced through, and his blood was gushing out like a fountain. It gushed out.

"Eighteen years ago, you slapped me!"

"Four years ago, you chased me out of the restaurant!"

"Three days ago, you asked me why I wasn't dead yet!"

...

Countless small matters were told by Zhao Qingtian. His words were now the command of the Death God. As long as he said it, there would definitely be people who would die.

These were all the villains among the villains. But today, they had truly felt what it meant to be the villain. At the same time, they also knew what it meant to be the villain. Sooner or later, they would have to pay him back.

The evil things that they had done unknowingly had to be returned at night. Furthermore, they had lost their lives.

Along the way, killing and reciting, Zhao Qingtian seemed to have fallen into the endless memories of the past. It was as if he had been hiding for forty years, and that was the reason for this night's massacre. He walked aimlessly until he arrived in front of someone. The person's head was about to fall to the ground, but under such an atmosphere... None of these self-proclaimed villains actually dared to escape!

"Cough cough!"

Just as there were only a few people left, a light cough interrupted Zhao Qingtian's words. Then, with a loud bang, two young men covered in blood slowly crawled out from the ruins.

"Phew! That's great! You are the saviors!"

Of course, these two were Xu Feng and Zhao Loong. When the remaining people saw Xu Feng and the others coming out, they heaved a sigh of relief in their hearts. They felt like they had just survived a disaster.

"You are really disrespectful to us by fighting with us and killing others!"

The one who spoke was Xu Feng. At this moment, there was a faint golden light circulating on his bloody body. That was the light emitted by the Sky Breaking Spell when it was circulated to the extreme.

Xu Feng was still the same Xu Feng, but in everyone's eyes, they felt that Xu Feng had a feeling that made them unable to look at him directly. It was as if he was the ruler of the entire world!

Battle Holy Monarch's Sky Breaking Spell was a killing technique of the world. Even if it was contaminated by a trace of Battle Holy Monarch's Qi, no one would be able to resist it.

"Is this the Sky Breaking Spell? It is indeed extraordinary. With him, I will be able to break through to the Essence Returning Stage!"

Looking at each other from afar, Zhao Qingtian couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart. But soon, he praised, and his eyes were filled with greed.

In the face of Battle Holy Monarch's sacred art, no one could resist the temptation, not to mention that Zhao Qingtian had already regarded Lin Tian'e as his property.

"Boom!"2

At the same time, a layer of blood-red light burst out from Zhao Loong's body. It was filled with killing intent. He didn't say anything, but looked coldly at Zhao Qingtian. His Qi was no weaker than Xu Feng's Qi.

Xu Feng didn't know what kind of skill Zhao Loong had unleashed, but anyone with discerning eyes could tell that this was no ordinary skill to be able to release such a powerful Qi.

"Another treasure. It seems like you have chosen the right one this time!"

The pleasant surprises made Zhao Qingtian even more excited. As long as he broke through to the Essence Returning Stage, he would be able to step out of the Jiaoyuh City. At that time, even those old men from the Justice Yang Sect wouldn't be able to do anything to him!

"Do you think you have the ability to get it?"

Xu Feng spoke once again. His words were cold and emotionless, like a thousand year old ice.

"After being beaten up by this old man, you still have the strength to shout here? You are truly insolent!"

Zhao Qingtian laughed out loud. He didn't take Xu Feng's words to heart. A mere Middle Period vof Spirit Essence Stage warrior wasn't a threat to him at all.

If these words came from Zhao Loong, he would pay more attention to them. As for Xu Feng, he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Very soon, you will know whether I have the ability or not!"

With a flash of Ghost Shadow Step, Xu Feng and Zhao Loong separated from each other. One on the left and one on the right, they circulated the Mental Strength to the maximum. Slowly, they raised their hands and began preparing for the next attack.

This time, the Heaven-Shrouding Seal had indeed injured them quite a bit. However, in the ruins, Xu Feng and Zhao Loong had both consumed the Medicine Pill. They had recovered a lot from their injuries. To them, these were merely superficial wounds.

The Pill Alchemist had this advantage. During a battle, it could heal their injuries and replenish their Yuan energy. This was also the reason why they dared to face Zhao Qingtian once more.

If it was any other cultivator, even if they didn't die after enduring the Heaven Shrouding Seal, they wouldn't be able to resist it. How could they face Zhao Qingtian again?

"Alright, since you all don't want to give up, I will grant your wish and cripple you all. At that time, all your martial arts and cultivation techniques will naturally be mine!"

Zhao Qingtian swept his leg and sent all the cultivators beside him flying. He didn't pay any more attention to them. He slowly turned his head around and clenched his fist tightly. Yuan energy lingered on his hands, preparing to defeat the two of them once again.

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