Chapter 2273 - 2232: Ruthlessness and Cruelty

But after probing Wang Xiaoqiang's cultivation base, Qiu Yihe was confused again. The young man with white hair in front of him was at the Second Decline of Heavenly Beings stage. No matter how strong, how strong could he be? He certainly couldn't destroy him, a Seventh Decline of Heavenly Beings.

That would require killing someone five levels higher. As far as he knew, some powerful people could rely on formidable spell techniques and combat experiences to kill those one, two, or even three levels above, but he had never heard of anyone killing five levels above.

Conversely, for a strong Seventh Decline of Heavenly Beings, eliminating a Second Decline cultivator would be easy, a complete instant kill.

Thinking about this, Qiu Yihe relaxed and looked at Wang Xiaoqiang with a gaze filled with disdain and murderous intent, saying, "Kid, paradise has a path but you don't take it; hell has no door but you barge in. Since you're here, I'll send you to hell."

"Your father took my son, so I'll kill you," Wang Xiaoqiang, afraid that Qiu Xianji would come to kill him, didn't dare hesitate. His figure flickered and he was already in front of Qiu Yihe, reaching out with both hands and applying the Grasp Stars and Moon technique. Instantly, his hands expanded to the size of a palm fan, reaching toward Qiu Yihe's twin sons, the two Golden Blood Boys.

Qiu Yihe hadn't expected Wang Xiaoqiang to be so bold, actually daring to approach him and attempt to snatch the Golden Blood Boys. His eyebrows furrowed, releasing all six divine senses intending to lock onto Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang's body shook, and blood qi immediately exploded. Because the two were very close, the violent blood qi surged upward, directly knocking Qiu Yihe away before his divine sense could lock on.

Qiu Yihe's body was completely degraded and extremely weak; this blood qi attack directly rendered him grievously injured and dying.

He slammed heavily against the chamber wall, then fell like a dead dog, spewing fresh blood from his mouth, his eyes wide open, staring at Wang Xiaoqiang with shock, anger, despair, and unwillingness...

When Wang Xiaoqiang's blood qi erupted, the power of tolerance from the Grasp Stars and Moon technique fully unfolded. He had already grasped the two twin sons in his hands. The two Golden Blood Boys were very safe in his palms, emitting croaking laughter. Though their laughter was eerie, they seemed very happy.

They weren't ordinary children; they were Golden Blood Boys. Hence, when returning to their father's embrace, they laughed.

The bond between father and sons was profound. Wang Xiaoqiang could feel this intimate connection, and he did not doubt the twins, but to leave no room for error, he released Jiangh Churan from the storage ring.

Upon coming out, Jiangh Churan saw Wang Xiaoqiang holding their two children, and was stunned, thinking she was dreaming.

Because at the time of losing the children, she could feel that the strength of those who came to snatch them was formidable, beyond what human strength could resist. It seemed as difficult as reaching the sky for Wang Xiaoqiang to take back their sons, yet only an hour later, he had already reclaimed them.

Wang Xiaoqiang saw Jiangh Churan dazed, his expression slightly changed, then he asked, "Ranran, look closely, are the infants in my hands our children?"

Jiangh Churan finally regained her senses, realizing it wasn't a dream. She nodded joyfully, tears streaming down, "Yes, yes, they're our children. Boohoo... They've finally come back..."

Wang Xiaoqiang was relieved upon hearing this. He handed the two children to Jiangh Churan, who held them close to her chest, kissing them repeatedly, smiling through tears...

"Alright, Ranran, this place is dangerous. We must leave quickly. Now, I'll put you three into the storage ring."

Saying this, Wang Xiaoqiang directly moved by willpower, placing Jiangh Churan and the two sons into the storage ring, then turned his gaze toward the dying Qiu Yihe on the ground. Qiu Yihe was not dead yet; his eyes, like a dead fish, hardly moved, but there was still the sound of his faint breathing. His gaze firmly locked onto Wang Xiaoqiang, weakly saying, "Golden Blood Boys... are your sons? I never expected... Like father, like son; like son, like father. The father of Golden Blood Boys, indeed outstanding..."

Wang Xiaoqiang coldly stared at him, retorting, "So your death isn't unjust; blame it only on you and your father's greed. Unsatisfied with ruling a Ninth Level Grand Faction, you even attempt to seize my children. Truly, you deserve to die. Not only must you die, your father must die too..."

Wang Xiaoqiang spoke while moving by willpower, releasing two divine thoughts that directly penetrated Qiu Yihe's skull. Within, they coiled like threads, capturing and pulling out Qiu Yihe's three divine souls and seven divine spirits into Wang Xiaoqiang's palms.

At this moment, a thunderous angry roar echoed from outside, "Do not harm my son's soul and spirit, or I swear not to rest until you are dead."

By the sound, it was clearly Qiu Xianji.

"I will not only harm your son's soul and spirit, but I won't even leave a body," Wang Xiaoqiang said coldly, without any fear. He moved by willpower, releasing a patterned beast, which opened its bloody mouth and sucked Qiu Yihe's body in, devouring it wholly. Then it roared, unleashing the Lion's Roar Technique, sending the secret chamber and the entire Dark Hall flying with shattered rocks everywhere. A shocking scene.

Then it carried Wang Xiaoqiang, soaring through the air. Wang Xiaoqiang circulated the Soul and Spirit Cultivation Manual, releasing flames from his palms, consuming and instantly incinerating the three divine souls and seven divine spirits...

"You little despicable one, if I don't kill you, I vow not to be human," Qiu Xianji, flying in a hurry, seeing Wang Xiaoqiang burn Qiu Yihe's soul and spirit, and seeing the pet beast devour his body, flared with anger, sadness, and pain, actually spitting a mouthful of fresh blood. But before he could act, ten Molding Realm Immortal Powerhouses had surrounded him.

Wang Xiaoqiang seized the chance to flee, transforming into a Lightning Leopard, incredibly fast, like a meteor streaking across the sky, heading towards a great city.

"The Golden Blood Boys were snatched by that little despicable one; you foolish lot don't pursue but instead trouble me here. Truly laughable!" Qiu Xianji scolded, his fury at its peak, his eyes red with boundless hatred. If it hadn't been for those ten Molding Realm Immortal Powerhouses entangling him earlier, timely rescue, his son wouldn't have died.

Those ten powerhouses knew it was Wang Xiaoqiang who had taken the Golden Blood Boys, but they weren't urgent, for Wang Xiaoqiang wasn't strong, killing him wasn't hard. However, if they let Qiu Xianji snatch them, it would be difficult to reclaim. After all, Qiu Xianji's strength was overwhelming.

"My son is dead; the Golden Blood Boys are useless to me. Why are you bothering me?" Qiu Xianji shouted furiously, stating his stance.

The ten Molding Realm Immortal Powerhouses, hearing this, realized it made sense, so they abandoned Qiu Xianji and after Wang Xiaoqiang's fleeing direction, thousands of powerhouses took flight chasing after. Qiu Xianji also led sect disciples pursuing, for though his son died, vengeance was not exacted; he sought Wang Xiaoqiang for revenge.

His son died, but the Golden Blood Boys were still valuable; he could use them to cultivate his disciples, or exchange them for more powerful spell techniques, to enhance strength, striving for Immortal Mechanism Sect to ascend to the Tenth Level Great Sect.