Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit beca even more mysterious after devouring the Evil God.
Buzz...
At this mont, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit ford a seal with both hands, and a blurry shadow slowly rose, like smoke and clouds rging, taking on the figure of Wang Xuanqing.
"Who... who exactly are you?" Wang Xuanqing’s Primordial Spirit Fragnt trembled, full of fear.
At this mont, he no longer had the arrogance and defiance of the dayti; his eyes were filled only with terror.
"You... you know the God Capturing too!?"
Wang Xuanqing saw that Zhang Fan was unresponsive, and tremblingly asked.
During the day’s Magical Combat, he was overwheld by Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, caught between life and death, ultimately captured by the God Capturing Technique, his fragnt seized with overwhelming power, far beyond his own.
"You and I are of the sa path, where did you learn your God Capturing Technique from?" Wang Xuanqing trembled, attempting to curry favor.
"Who is of the sa path with you?" Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit spoke indifferently.
"I don’t know where my technique ca from, but I wish to know where you learned yours."
"This..." Wang Xuanqing hesitated for a mont, then quickly said, "If I tell you, will you let go?"
He knew he was at the rcy of another, lacking any leverage to bargain; compliance was his only ans to survival.
"You might be mistaken." Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit said.
"What?" Wang Xuanqing’s Primordial Spirit showed confusion.
"I never intended to ask you."
"Then how do you..."
Rumble...
At that mont, a terrifying wave suddenly surged from Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.
"You... you..."
Following that, Wang Xuanqing’s terrified screams echoed, and the next mont, a strange chewing sound drifted, gradually fading into the quiet moonlit night.
...
Deep into the night.
Yujing City, Fang Mountain.
Wang Family.
In the cold room, Wang Xuanqing lay horizontally on the bed, a candle placed at his head and feet, their flas flickering weakly, nearly extinguished.
At this mont, a woman with a fiery figure, wearing ultra-short denim shorts, stood by the bed, silver bell-like earrings dangling from her earlobes.
"Power can make one strong, but it can also make one foolish."
"He did say that such power cannot see light, yet you dared to use it recklessly."
Wang Xuanmiao looked down at the dying Wang Xuanqing and shook her head.
"With such a disposition, can you cultivate? If you do not die, then who should?"
Speaking, Wang Xuanmiao gently placed her slender, fair hand on Wang Xuanqing’s forehead. The next mont, the two candles at his head and feet simultaneously extinguished, and the latter had completely stopped breathing.
From beginning to end, Wang Xuanmiao’s beautiful face showed no expression. She glanced coldly at Wang Xuanqing, who now had no breath, and then left the room.
"Did you kill him?"
Outside the door, Wang Xuansha stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, leaning against the wall, seemingly having waited for a long ti.
"I rely sent him on his last journey; such a living dead only brings pain." Wang Xuanmiao said indifferently.
"You were close to him. Whom have you both been contacting recently?"
"Brother San, what are you saying?" Wang Xuanmiao smiled slightly, looking harmless: "I am not close to him."
"Sending him off was father’s wish as well."
"To make sure others know nothing, do nothing yourself." Wang Xuansha said sternly, "You’d better behave."
"I don’t understand what Brother San ans."
Wang Xuanmiao walked past Wang Xuansha, with a hint of provocation in her eyes: "If Brother San cannot tolerate , you can take action to discipline , and I will accept it."
With these words, Wang Xuanmiao paused for a mont and then laughed lightly: "If Brother San is unwilling to take action, then I will leave first."
Speaking, Wang Xuanmiao turned and left, her light footsteps echoing in the deep corridor.
...
At this ti, deep within the Wang Family mansion.
Inside a sealed Dark Room, a pungent dicinal sll filled every corner of the space.
Within a massive glass container, filled with green liquid, bubbles rose, and many jagged white bones lay at the bottom, indistinguishable as to what creature they ca from.
A broken body floated within the green liquid.
It was a man, the lower half already missing, a small part of his abdon gone as well, his arms reduced to only the left, dark energy swirling like venom, writhing at the amputated areas.
Such a person could no longer be considered human; an ordinary person would probably have died long ago.
"You’ve co again."
At this mont, a figure stood before the glass container, and a hoarse voice issued from within the remains.
"I’m here to see you."
The dignified middle-aged man gazed at the glass container full of green liquid, speaking in a low voice.
"Now you are the head of the Wang Family, you wouldn’t co to see so easily."
The hoarse voice sounded again, with a hint of mockery.
Wang Zhenyu’s eyes narrowed slightly, he paused in silence, before saying: "Among the three generations of the Wang Family, you are the most talented. If you hadn’t chosen the wrong side back then, perhaps you could have been like Xiong Sanqi..."
Wang Zhenhuang, once a formidable figure in Yujing City, yet now, who even rembers his na!?
"Why bring up the old days? If that man could let live, it ans he is still a person..."
"As long as he is human, there are flaws."
As soon as the words fell, the only remaining eye of the broken body inside the glass container slowly closed, his thoughts returning instantly to the ti when he first t that man.
That year, he brought along several of the Wang Family kin and mbers of the Xiong Family to Xijiang Province, including Xiong Sanqi.
At that ti, Xiong Sanqi was just an unknown, unremarkable branch disciple, a baggage carrier role.
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