Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 199: Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing, Ruthless and M

Last ti when exterminating the Ninth Grade Sect Leader, the four Dharma Kings, and twelve titled envoys, I forgot to use the "Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing Hand" to gather more intelligence, which left Lin Ping’an a bit regretful.

Unexpectedly, there’s now a chance to make up for it.

The Evil Cult’s acting sect leader?

Perfect!

Let’s see what you know!

Thinking this, Lin Ping’an turned his gaze to a certain middle-aged man.

At the sa ti,

those few looked at their companion not far ahead, who was just normal monts ago, but after a few breaths of screaming beca a dull-eyed, drooling, silly existence.

In an instant, their foreheads and backs were drenched in cold sweat.

Sinister!

It’s incredibly sinister!

Qi Blood Perception was completely useless, yielding absolutely nothing.

Deploying weak Spiritual Power to scan back and forth also produced the sa result.

It’s a ghost!

It’s really a ghost!

It’s as if there’s an invisible enemy lurking nearby, watching like a tiger ready to pounce.

This unknown fear made the group want to flee for their lives.

But running away without fighting is sowhat damaging to one’s reputation.

Therefore, they all began to speak up, either threatening or rebuking with hidden fear.

"Who’s there? Co out!"

"Which esteed senior is joking? Please show yourself!"

"Have the guts to stand out, don’t hide in the shadows."

"..."

Amongst them, the Fifth Grade acting sect leader was also preparing to do the sa.

But before he could speak, he suddenly felt his head go empty, followed imdiately by soul-crushing pain that surged into his mind and deep into his soul.

In this mont, all thoughts and ideas vanished, leaving only involuntary screams of agony.

"Ahhhhh..."

Of course, before plunging into this endless pain, his eyes vaguely caught a familiar figure reaching out.

It seed... it seed like the cherished target... Lin Ping’an...

On the other side, a few Fifth and Sixth Grade Evil Martial Artists not far away, exploded into panic and dashed out from the spot.

They turned back, witnessing the eerie scene identical to before.

Frightened to the point where their legs couldn’t help but tremble.

Other matters aside, this situation is simply terrifying.

They’ve never encountered anything like this before—it’s truly a "first ti for everything."

A breath later, after exchanging glances, they simultaneously unleashed their Qi Blood and used long-range area attack moves, throwing them out viciously.

The target was precisely the point where the acting sect leader was located.

They didn’t care if he might also be killed in the process, as long as the unknown threat could be eliminated.

Even though he’s the acting sect leader, dying in this manner was justified in their eyes.

In the Evil Cult, sacrificing others to save oneself happens frequently; this thod of response seems entirely natural.

However,

the mont after these moves were unleashed, faces changed drastically.

The targets showed no change, and the attacks seed as if they’d never happened.

Seeing this scene, they imdiately sensed trouble, deciding against a second round of attacks, fleeing in all directions.

Whether going through walls or doors didn’t matter, for anyone with Fifth and Sixth Grade power, these obstacles were like paper.

Unleashing Qi Blood and smashing through these obstructions was an easy task.

But Lin Ping’an rely sneered mockingly.

Trying to escape in front of him?

What a joke!

Did they think he’d spent so long cultivating for nothing?

In an instant, Spiritual Power suppressed them.

"Bang bang bang..."

Almost simultaneously, the remaining ones were pinned to the ground, their faces contorted, waiting for the final judgnt.

The whole ti, no sound of anything amiss was heard externally.

The situation inside the room had long been isolated by Lin Ping’an.

As long as he didn’t wish it, no one else outside could hear a thing.

A few breaths later,

the acting sect leader’s mories were completely revealed to Lin Ping’an.

After checking them, he furrowed his brows slightly, snorted coldly, and with a wave, smashed the Fifth Grade agent’s head against a wall.

A Qi Blood strike instantly burst his skull.

"Damn it! A fraud! Not a single useful thing! Ugh! A waste of my ti!"

His original hopes dashed, Lin Ping’an felt extrely displeased, and the thods he employed beca relatively brutal.

At the sa ti, the Evil Martial Artists lying on the ground, who had just been baptized by this inexplicable misery, were scared enough to wet themselves.

Brutal!

Utterly brutal!

Though they frequently massacred innocents, sacrificed common folk, and committed regular acts of arson and plunder,

but compared to this unknown entity’s thods, they seed trivial!

The thought just arose when suddenly everything went black, pain shattering deep into their souls.

On the ground, those Fifth and Sixth Grade Evil Martial Artists, without a chance to resist, were instantly shredded into pieces by Lin Ping’an’s gesture.

"Humph! Competing with ? You trash dare try? Cultists deserve a thousand deaths!"

Sneering coldly and cursing them, Lin Ping’an glanced at the only surviving Sixth Grade cultist idiot, quickly turning him into a fireworks of flesh.

To Lin Ping’an’s current capabilities, the thoughts and intentions of Fifth and Sixth Grade martial artists were as clear as day.

The little thoughts of those few a mont ago were equally transparent.

Hence his recent contemptuous remarks.

Though Lin Ping’an’s thods were brutal, rciless, and indifferent towards life, he still considered himself righteous.

Moreover, exterminating cultists is a just cause, irrelevant of how ruthless the thods are.

After dealing with the ones inside, Lin Ping’an stepped outside, regarding the minions outside with slight contemplation.

Instead of creating a flesh fireworks show one by one, he condensed Spiritual Power into needles, instantly obliterating the Spiritual Power of those Lower Third Grades.

Beyond these cult remnants, nurous ill-intentioned entities were awaiting further ahead!

With ti pressing and tasks mounting, no ti was wasted on these minions.

The next instant,

from the room’s center, across ten-plus rooms, hundreds felt their vision darken before knowing nothing at all.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

On the ground lay several cultists now rendered mindless, akin to vegetative states.

Yet their situations were far more dire than vegetative ones, essentially beyond saving.

Absent abundant Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to sustain physical life, they were sure to perish.

But these were cultists, a band of human traitors, who would waste resources to save them?

Thus, although these individuals weren’t dead, it might as well be so.

Upon this, the entirety of the cult within human territories was essentially annihilated.

Initially, Lin Ping’an didn’t intend on troubling these re minions, but they couldn’t help coming to provoke him!

In such circumstances, one would say this was truly a case of Heaven offering a path they refused, Hell having no gate they barged through!

Of course, calling it self-destruction or seeking doom wouldn’t be inaccurate.

anwhile, at several nearby locations, the grandmasters leading various groups inexplicably felt a chill in their hearts.

As if so ominous event was about to unfold.

Reflexively, Spiritual Power surged, scanning around, yet nothing was found.

Instantly wanting to leave, they nonetheless resisted when glancing at their unaware subordinates!

By now, Lin Ping’an had arrived at one such stronghold, his expression serene but eyes cold.