Chapter 2277 - 2236: Kill, Kill, Kill!!

The nine hundred pursuers saw that Wang Xiaoqiang not only didn't flee but charged at them instead. Although surprised, they didn't step aside,

because while they couldn't harm Wang Xiaoqiang, their numbers were overwhelming, and they would not fear him. Seeing him rush toward them in the blink of an eye, they immediately released all their Divine Sense, intending to lock onto him with a concentrated effort.

However, with a Divine Sense Wheel above his head and a Blood Qi Wheel surrounding his body, it wasn't easy to lock onto him. Only when he rushed into the midst of the nine hundred people did he feel a heavy stagnation in his form, nearly getting locked by the Divine Sense shooting at him from all around.

Without any hesitation, he let out a long roar and with a shake of his arms, the Blood Crystal that swirled incessantly around him suddenly exploded, transforming into a torrent of blood. The tumultuous blood wave, imbued with immense power, surged outwards, blasting toward the nine hundred people around him.

At the same time, with a thought, the Patterned Beast flew out, landing at his feet to carry him, and with another thought, three Dead Spirit Puppets flew out to surround him.

Under the violent assault of the Blood Qi, all nine hundred people were injured, those closest suffering varying levels of injury, coughing up fresh blood. Though not fatal, they lost their combat strength; those less injured retained their fighting ability, but their power was nonetheless somewhat diminished.

Seeing his Blood Qi explosion injure all nine hundred people, Wang Xiaoqiang decisively commanded his thoughts, and the three Dead Spirit Puppets rushed forward, first targeting the heavily injured, immediately finishing off three, and seized their Divine Soul and Divine Spirit,

then pounced on another three, taking advantage of the momentum to engage in brutal slaughter. Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoqiang directed the Patterned Beast to spread its wings and charge toward the wounded enemies, engaging in cover and kill maneuvers. The man and the beast surged forward with unstoppable force, leaving a trail of bloody mist swirling up in the sky wherever they passed…

"If you don't want to die, join me in encircling him and eliminate that brat!!" Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang and his Pet Beast and puppets engage in relentless slaughter as if they wouldn't stop at anything, a strong practitioner of the Seventh Decline of Heavenly Beings shouted, charging at Wang Xiaoqiang. At his call, over a hundred responded and rushed at Wang Xiaoqiang too, adopting a desperate stance,

"Hmph, you're just a dead corpse and dare to contend with me, overestimating yourself," Wang Xiaoqiang sneered at the strong practitioner of the Seventh Decline of Heavenly Beings, who had decayed into a zombie-like figure. Facing the coming encirclement, he remained utterly fearless, neither retreating nor dodging. With a thought, the Patterned Beast roared, then with a flick of the Wind-Thunder Wings, dozens of lightning bolts shot out from under its wings, branching and roaring as they smashed into the encircling enemies.

Those enemies, all cultivators of the Decline Realm of Heavenly Beings, had bodies in various states of decline; although their Divine Sense was formidable, their physical bodies were weak and couldn't withstand lightning strikes. On seeing this, they were all visibly alarmed and immediately released Divine Sense for defense, forming a Divine Sense Wheel around their bodies like Wang Xiaoqiang had earlier...

Yet how could their Divine Sense Wheel compare to Wang Xiaoqiang's? His Divine Sense was infused with Aura of Sorrowful Death, while theirs were just normal Divine Senses, far too low in defensive power,

and moreover, the Divine Sense Wheel faced wasn't Divine Sense but the wild force of lightning. One blast of lightning shattered them all,

as the lightning smashed through the Divine Sense Wheel and then drove straight into their bodies, sending them flying as they spat blood, each one perishing.

"Kill!!!"

Remembering the tragic death of his two unborn sons, Wang Xiaoqiang's heart was filled with grief and hatred. He roared toward the sky, his killing intent overwhelming,

Upon hearing his command, the three Dead Spirit Puppets became even fiercer and more murderous, killing anyone they saw, seizing their soul and spirit after the kill.

The Patterned Beast also sensed its owner's anguish. At this moment, it was as if it feared nothing in its way, charging recklessly at the enemies. The eight Demon Arms materialized, engaging in relentless close combat using its eight arms.

Cultivators of the Decline Realm of Heavenly Beings dreaded close combat the most. With the Patterned Beast charging in, it was truly a scene of massacre like a wolf among sheep.

Wang Xiaoqiang felt a surge of tragic emotion, as the Realm of Sorrow within him ascended again, intensifying the Aura of Sorrowful Death in his three channels of Divine Sense, rushing like electricity.

After his roar, he unleashed all three of his Divine Sense channels, continuously executing the Hundred Miles Killing Technique, while simultaneously unleashing the power of his physical body. His Blood Qi sometimes burst forth like a sword, sometimes like a rainbow, sometimes like waves, and sometimes exploding like a tsunami, battering and tearing the bodies of the enemies into misty blood clouds,

with each destruction of a strong enemy, Wang Xiaoqiang directly absorbed their blood to replenish his Blood Qi,

In the sky, Wang Xiaoqiang's white hair fluttered, his expression severe, his eyes cold, filled with killing intent. At this moment, he resembled a cold-blooded God of Killing, his demeanor devoid of any hint of emotion, his mouth uttering only kill, his eyes only filled with the desire to kill, his thoughts, his actions all focused on killing… kill kill… kill kill kill!!!!

Under his brutal onslaught, bodies turned into blood mist, forming gruesomely beautiful blood flowers in the twilight sky, corresponding with the red sunset in the Western Heaven, exuding a sense of grandeur and despair.

The dead enemies had their Divine Soul and Divine Spirit seized, unable to reincarnate, while the surviving enemies finally felt fear, scattering and fleeing in sheer terror,

These enemies were the ones who injured his brothers, harmed his woman, killed his sons, and took his belongings… and so they must be completely exterminated. Wang Xiaoqiang's goal was to kill, his intent was to kill, his purpose was to kill, and at this moment, he had no intention of letting any slip away…

"Pursue! Kill! Leave none alive!!" With a mighty command, immediately his pet and puppets charged forth in pursuit, mercilessly engaging in a frenzied slaughter,

Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud…

The sky echoed with gruesome sounds of bodies rupturing, blood mist not even fully dispersing before being directly absorbed by Wang Xiaoqiang, replenishing his Blood Qi, bodies not yet falling before being devoured by the Patterned Beast, their Divine Soul and Divine Spirit yet to escape before being captured by the three Dead Spirit Puppets…

Ultimately, over nine hundred were slaughtered down to barely over two hundred who fled away. Wang Xiaoqiang intended to wipe them all out, but just then, his Heavenly Eye spotted from afar, a multitude of strong enemies advancing swiftly from all directions, having heard the commotion, coming to kill him and snatch the infants.

After just experiencing such a blood battle and massacre, his main pets and three puppets were considerably drained. Another battle would exhaust them, leaving them encircled. Moreover, this time, the upcoming enemies numbered no less than four thousand, not something they could handle, so under such circumstances, a strategic retreat to escape to the Corpse Yin Mountain Range was the only option.

Decisive in action, Wang Xiaoqiang's thought commanded the Patterned Beast to turn and fly toward the direction of the Corpse Yin Mountain Range, with the three puppets closely following, one on the left, one on the right, and one at the rear, protecting him tightly like loyal generals guarding their king,

Wang Xiaoqiang stood proudly on the back of the Patterned Beast, his white hair fluttering, his robe stained with blood, his eyes still holding remnants of the killing intent. As they neared, he noticed dozens had already drawn close, within ten miles, attempting to block him.

Seeing this, his cold eyes glinted, his brow furrowed, releasing his Divine Sense to execute the Hundred Miles Killing Technique,

The Hundred Miles Killing Technique, capable of taking lives within a hundred miles, how much quicker, more precise, and fiercer it was at ten miles? His Divine Sense transformed into rain, striking to kill, leaving no chances.

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PS: Two chapters today. Writing a third would be exhausting and incomplete; I will write tomorrow instead. No need to wait after reading, thank you.