Boom!
The fierce wind howled.
Anyone who had ever crossed fists with Cen Zhuangzhuang knew how vicious his punch could be. As a Body Cultivation practitioner, his sole reliance was his formidable physical body, and this blow was the culmination of perfect distance control and explosive power.
But before his eyes, the seemingly young girl, still with two braids shaped like goat horns, was shockingly turned into a pulp by his punch.
The corpse burst open, blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the entire pit red, and pupils contracted as any witness to this scene would likely have their dao heart shattered, including a mont of hesitation in the heart of Cen Zhuangzhuang.
Then, the bereft of conscience, he actually delivered another punch to the corpse!
"Hmph."
As the second punch landed, the already mangled pieces of the corpse responded.
Propelled by Cen Zhuangzhuang’s powerful force, the blood and flesh that had burst apart retreated at an eerily rapid speed, reassembling into form. With a fierce look on his face, Cen Zhuangzhuang remained utterly focused.
Despite his usually affable and straightforward nature, once engaged in a fight, he transford into a completely different person, and the sight of soone crying in this deserted forest in the dead of night was certainly suspicious.
Cen Zhuangzhuang, who wouldn’t normally strike first without cause, questioned the little girl who claid she was picking herbs for her daddy, asking where the faintest scent of herbs was upon her.
Cen Zhuangzhuang was a genuine mber of the Southern Border Witch Clan, not a mixed-blood like Cen Yueyue. Despite his burly and simple appearance, he could identify any poison or herb just by sniffing them out – an instinct carved into his DNA.
Especially since there were no signs of the soil being disturbed nearby, he saw several herbs untouched; the old soil around them didn’t even have footprints. How on earth did she fall inside?
Appearing out of nowhere in the pit?
"Ha!"
Lying on the ground, he kicked out with both legs.
This display showed Cen Zhuangzhuang’s confidence; once he made up his mind, he acted without a second word, unafraid of inadvertently harming the innocent, even if the first punch turned the person into at mush, he didn’t hesitate to strike again.
Ordinary people would likely have been scared witless encountering such a bizarre event at night, but Cen Zhuangzhuang, a simple-minded fellow, didn’t run away at the sight, daring to give chase.
His fists, as large as clay pots, whooshed through the air like cannonballs, smashing the writhing flesh into smithereens ti and ti again, yet seemingly to no effect.
Clasping his hands together, the pitch-black vest he wore unexpectedly dissolved at that mont, twisting along his skin to wrap around his arms, his fists now bearing lethal Gu Worms. Although he was not versed in the Blood Killing Technique, he hoped the Gu Worms mixed in would prevent the demon from fleeing as easily as before.
As expected, the formless flesh finally coalesced into a human shape.
Boom!
His leaning body stopped in place.
His eyes showed terror, because the flesh that had turned into a pool of blood had reford into a human shape, with plain clothing, chubby cheeks, and cute goat horn braids, appearing to be only about ten years old.
Standing still, her palm, not much larger than a few of his fingers, effortlessly caught his flying fist as if it were a city wall.
Expressionless, their eyes t for the first ti.
"You people from the Southern Border sure have keen noses for playing with bugs, ordinary skills, but you act recklessly by relying on a body full of Poison Insects."
"Even Cen Yongsheng, that old man, would have to treat with courtesy upon seeing . Yet, you, a young one, react with violence without exchanging words. How imposing."
"Since when did the Central Plains beco a place for you to co to?"
Her voice was young.
The sharp gaze carried an endless oppression, which set off a storm in Cen Zhuangzhuang’s heart, as the na "Cen Yongsheng" was rarely known, even in the Southern Border, only those of his uncle’s generation were aware.
Because that was the na of the old Clan Leader, the grandfather of Cen Yueyue, and the elder who had just yesterday fought in solitary battle with Liu Jianxian.
Although they had just made physical contact for the first ti, what frightened Cen Zhuangzhuang was the realization that the girl was truly as young as she looked in bone age, really only around ten years old?
How was this possible?
Clenching his teeth and staying silent, the man attempted to have the Gu Worms surge from his arms to entangle his adversary, but to no avail, as the worms had just started to wrap around the girl’s arm began to fall off in patches.
Evidently, this Evil Cultivator in front of him was more venomous, particularly her bizarre Blood Transmutation Technique, which was unfathomable. Seeing that this strategy was ineffective, Cen Zhuangzhuang imdiately retracted his fist and leapt into the air for a flying kick!
Wham!
Just like before.
The girl with the goat horn braids simply let Cen Zhuangzhuang’s foot smash into her head, breaking it to pieces, but her body didn’t move an inch, and even ventriloquistic sounds could be heard from her.
"Not bad, but your realm is lacking. The Blood Evil Transformation Technique is the nesis to you martial artists who only know how to wield swords and fists. Your ager cultivation won’t affect , even if you hit non-stop for two days."
"Kek kek kek kek..."
The slightly shrill laughter made Cen Zhuangzhuang’s face look even uglier, but he didn’t imdiately flee. Instead, a few of the Gu Worms that had just died on the spot directly fled towards the distance, the clash clarifying the gap between them.
But escape would likely be of no help, and moreover, this demon was clearly lying in wait for him on purpose.
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