Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 134: Frenzied Soul Search, Following the Trail, Elim

In the seemingly empty and deserted room, a sudden voice echoed, imdiately startling the Evil Martial Artist Li Minghui.

He looked around with full alertness, his tone sowhat panicked.

"Who is it? Who’s speaking?"

However.

In the next mont.

"Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing Hand!"

Upon hearing this, the Evil Martial Artist Li Minghui felt a dizziness in his head, and the whole world went black.

A breath later.

The soul-penetrating agony caused him to let out a silent wail of despair in his mind, unable to escape the sea of suffering for a long ti.

anwhile, Lin Ping’an, with cold eyes, reached out and grabbed the opponent’s head to search.

The mories of the Evil Martial Artist continuously surfaced in his ntal space, and he kept searching for anything useful.

During this ti, the opponent’s soul-wrenching wail of agony did not stir even the slightest bit of emotion in Lin Ping’an.

Furthermore, these intrusive and impactful mories had no negative effects.

...Five minutes...Ten minutes...Fifteen minutes...

After a long while, having clarified everything, he released his hand and ceased the continued use of the "Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing Hand."

"So that’s how it is, lots of useful clues found!"

At the sa ti, after a long soul search, the Evil Martial Artist Li Minghui’s eyes displayed a wooden, dumbfounded daze.

Besides the painful distortion on his face, there was only a dull expression left.

Clearly, he had completely lost judgnt and rational instincts.

The disappearance of humanity caused a surge of wildness, accelerating the erosion of his bloodline nurous tis over.

Scarcely after releasing him, his body began to show new changes, with thick fur growing on his skin, and his head gradually deforming.

Seeing this scene, Lin Ping’an did not imdiately strike and kill him but rather waited with great interest.

He was quite curious about the kind of transformation that would occur after an Evil Martial Artist becos a half-human, half-exotic beast entity, having lost its intelligence through the soul search.

Three minutes...Five minutes...Eight minutes...

The Evil Martial Artist Li Minghui had beco completely unrecognizable as human, standing there like a humanoid exotic beast.

The eyes were still only left with a wooden dumbfoundedness, just as there had been monts before.

Just, from a simpleton human, to a simpleton beast.

After waiting a few more minutes, seeing the sa lack of response, Lin Ping’an reached out, and an alloy blade appeared out of nowhere, swung effortlessly in his hand.

Without hesitation, he beheaded it, as during the entire process, the opponent put up no resistance, obediently awaiting death.

The blade flashed by, leaving on the ground a headless, blood-gushing semi-beast corpse.

The sll of blood gradually spread in the air.

Lin Ping’an raised a hand and took out his phone, lazily dialing a number.

"Done! You can co to wrap up!"

With those words, he turned and left.

At the sa mont.

On a street kiloters away, two Martial Arts Association enforcers hung up the phone, looking at each other in dismay.

A few seconds later.

"It’s over? Feels like it took quite a while!"

"However, there doesn’t seem to have been any commotion; from another angle, that’s quite the success."

"Let’s go! Grab the stuff! Ti to wrap up!"

"Yeah! Let’s not keep Talent Lin waiting too long!"

The two spoke, grabbing their tools, getting out of the car, and heading towards their target location.

More than ten minutes later.

Inside Room 101.

"Hiss... Even after transforming, there was no resistance, Talent Lin truly lives up to his na, undeniably strong."

"Beheading? Domineering! Truly overbearing!"

"Bah! What kind of person runs off to serve beasts as a dog? Deserved what he got!"

"Old Song, don’t know why, but that guy looked so dumb, has a sort of stupid vibe."

"Alright, alright! With just a head, what can you see? Probably scared stupid by Talent Lin’s thods!"

"..."

anwhile.

After Lin Ping’an left, according to the intel from the Evil Martial Artist’s mory, he appeared elsewhere.

After the soul search, he indeed found plenty of useful clues.

Information that was normally unattainable was laid bare before him, with no secrets, thanks to the "Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing Hand."

A few minutes later, Lin Ping’an changed his clothes, took out a ghost mask from his Space Ring, and put it on his face.

Then, he began appearing at various targets’ locations.

A dozen minutes later.

In front of a certain nightclub, Lin Ping’an, with a mask on, strutted in boldly.

During, neither the doorman nor the common people coming in and out noticed a thing.

A mont later.

The boss, who was pondering matters related to his interests in a secret room, was suddenly enraged as the door burst open.

The unexpected sound set him into a furious state.

"Who? Didn’t I say without my order! No entry at will?"

Yet, after shouting, he discovered to his shock that there was no one at the door, as if it had opened by itself.

"Hmm? What’s going on? No one?"

Seeing this, the boss frowned deeply, looking several tis without finding anything amiss.

The next breath.

A hand, as if appearing from the void, pressed on his head.

Then, dizziness ensued, leaving only the soul-breaking pain, a mad, silent wail of suffering.

Five minutes...Eight minutes...Ten minutes...

Another fool was born.

At this mont, Lin Ping’an was continuously sorting through the useful clues in the opponent’s mory.

A few breaths later.

"Tch! Just another small fry, not even possessing exotic beast bloodline! Just die already!"

With those words, a dumbfounded head rolled to the floor.

Crimson blood spurted out, the scent of blood spread in the air.

After cleaning up the remnant, Lin Ping’an casually flicked his hand and then departed once more.

This was just a small target, with many others still unhandled.

Not closely related, but they indeed provided services to the Evil Martial Artists and the Evil Cult.

To him, being associated with the Evil Cult yielded only one result.

Death!

Regardless of importance, that was the case.

Soon after Lin Ping’an left, screams echoed through the club.

"Ah!!!! A dead person!"

"The boss? The boss was killed!"

"Oh my god! Quick, call the police!"

"..."

Twenty minutes later.

In a certain villa in the Central District.

A wealthy magnate involved with the Evil Cult beca a senseless fool, then beheaded.

Half an hour later.

In the West District, a manager of a pharmaceutical company died after becoming brain-dead.

In the ensuing ti.

In different regions, at various locations, people were turned into fools and then beheaded.

For a ti, the phones at the Martial Arts Association were almost bombarded with calls.

Each law enforcent squad rapidly rushed to every cri scene, conducting inspections.

All the dead had a common hidden trait: they were connected to the Evil Cult.

So offered help, others sought more longevity, and so aid to break through to higher realms.

Regardless of the reasons, all sorts were there.

The hidden rot and traitors among the Human Race, although thoroughly concealed before, never exposing themselves.

Yet under Lin Ping’an’s remarkable ans, they were laid bare, one by one, seized and eradicated.

As ti passed and night descended, feeling enough ti to have elapsed, Lin Ping’an paused to return to rest at Villa One within the Great Xia Academy.

As the saying goes, "You can run a monk but not a temple." Whatever stands left; those beasts know nothing of his thods.

Late or early kills make no difference to him.

Throughout, Lin Ping’an never intended to publicize the intelligence.

Because, after all, so things simply cannot be explained.

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