Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 335: Cursed Behind My Back? He Follows the Threads o

After greed and anger took over, these forces didn’t carefully consider the oddities of Lin Ping’an, nor did they heed those seemingly plausible rumors.

Sotis, so people don’t understand, but they are simply unwilling to give up. Because of greed, they force themselves not to believe.

As long as there’s a sliver of chance, they’ll pounce like wild dogs, viciously biting, trying to seize benefits.

An ancient saying goes, "Don’t turn back until you hit the southern wall, don’t give up until you’ve crossed the Yellow River."

But in fact, even after hitting the southern wall, they still don’t turn back; even after reaching the Yellow River, they don’t give up —such instances are not few.

After anger clouded their hearts, so cursed continuously, as if having lost their minds, trying to vent their inner fury in this way.

Yet, at that sa instant, Lin Ping’an, who was secluded and creating a new cultivation technique, felt sothing.

With a slight thought, his Spiritual Power stirred the Law of Cause and Effect, instantly finding the source of the malice.

To this, he didn’t make a big fuss, just said judgntal words in an indifferent tone.

"Malice? Humph! Their sins rit execution!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, this ssage attached itself to the Law of Cause and Effect, appearing where it was supposed to along the line of causality.

At the sa ti.

In various cities of Great Xia, at different locations.

One by one, the martial artists who were wantonly cursing suddenly had a clump of information appear out of thin air in their minds.

Such is the sheer amount of information that it instantly crashes their brains.

Incomprehensible, unspeakable, indescribable...

In the darkness, these people seed to see a great being, more suitable to be described as It rather than him.

Unequaled, the laws surged, ti in Its palm, space beneath Its feet, all things of the world just Its playthings.

It is one, It is everything, It is all, and It is nothing.

A ss of information grows and swells crazily, shattering the consciousness space.

In just a mont, the cursers’ faces contorted, eyes vacant with frenetic passion as they bled from all seven orifices and collapsed, completely breathless.

But it doesn’t end here. Subsequently, unknown forces continued supporting, arms, thighs, belly, head... all organs enlarging.

A few breaths later, they beca a spherical balloon-like object, and in the next instant, exploded violently.

"Bang~"

In an instant, blood rain scattered everywhere, dyeing the entire ground, within and outside the manor’s space.

Previously, Lin Ping’an didn’t care or was too lazy to care; that people cursed him by na in private wasn’t too much trouble.

However, once the person in question does care, hitting across the net or rather across the line of causality isn’t wishful thinking, but rather a real situation.

So lost control temporarily, just when Lin Ping’an was too irritated, thus, a thousand miles away, they all hit GG.

Really consider the forr Great Xia’s prohibition—not provoking grandmasters—nothing but respect for grandmasters!

That’s only one aspect; another aspect is also protection and warning for ordinary people.

Protect their lives, warn them not to court death.

When chaotic thoughts reach a certain height of strength in a strong person, speaking carelessly behind their back can truly be fatal.

Using tongue as pleasure is purely the path to courting death.

For a mont, several forces’ manors were filled with continuous screams, completely chaotic like a pot of porridge.

"Heavens...dead...soone’s dead! The president...the president suddenly died!"

"President? No!!!"

"Quick, quick, quick...call the Martial Arts Association...go report to them imdiately..."

"Third Old Master! Uhh...why...why...why did you explode? You haven’t said how to divide the family property yet!"

"Ghost! There’s a ghost! This manor has a ghost!"

"Damn! The president exploded!"

"..."

Of course, Lin Ping’an just briefly thought about it, didn’t spend ti pursuing it.

Most of those killed were ones with clear targets, cursing him explicitly.

For those who boldly revealed such intentions in causality and were full of malice, those dogs were pointedly cursing as if standing before him asking to die.

For such people, Lin Ping’an never hesitated to use ans, naturally crushing them all offhand.

Revenge doesn’t wait overnight; killing has no hesitation.

In his view, whether killing people or exotic beasts.

If strength isn’t at a certain level, it’s no different from ants to him.

The level of life difference is too great, whether they can still be seen as the sa species is also hard to say.

...

Lin Ping’an slightly moved, and the whole Great Xia had much to busy themselves with.

Especially the Martial Arts Association enforcent personnel, in all cities they mobilized extensively.

When they saw the intensely bloody scene, first stunned, then completely dumbstruck.

After searching for half a day, only a few fleshy residues were left; couldn’t piece together a complete corpse.

The various enforcent teams twitched the corners of their mouths, inexplicably feeling toothache.

"How to investigate this?"

"What? They said the victim exploded inexplicably? The Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmaster exploded itself? What is going on?"

"It’s over! Report it! Leave it to higher-ups to decide!"

"Can’t investigate! Seal the scene! Wait for follow-up!"

"Why does trouble keep happening each day? Is it the resurrection of an evil cult?"

"..."

Just like that, one level reported to another, all who saw were shocked, so even clueless and intensely furious.

So Great Xia experts even slamd the table and roared.

"Damn! Who is it? Who dares to provoke our Great Xia! Truly unaware of death!"

"Ah ah! If I find out! I will definitely seek justice for this!"

"It must be those guys revived! They must be destroyed!"

"Provoking Great Xia, provoking the Martial Arts Association, their sins rit execution!"

"..."

And at the Martial Arts Association Headquarters, within the top office.

The three giants gathered once more, looking at the intelligence, feeling inexplicably troubled.

"Is it that person?"

"It should be! Can’t think of anything else besides that person acting!"

"Bursting! Resolute! The hands hold no rcy whatsoever! Couldn’t even leave an intact body! Eh! What to do?"

"Handle? Haha! Can you handle it? I sure don’t want you to join the ranks of those without a whole body."

"Cough, cough, cough... I’m not that stupid, still not seeking death! Things are already evident! Regard it as heavenly execution!"

"Heavenly execution? Not unwarranted! For that person, no different from Great Xia’s heaven."

"..."

The three exchanges mutually; they’ve already seen through the truth but have never dared to utter Lin Ping’an’s na.

After all, better safe than sorry.

For a true strong one, must show respect and awe.

Otherwise, they’ll end up like those exploded dead ones from the forces, unable to leave an intact body.

The next day, the reply given by the three giants left countless strong people and Martial Arts Association enforcent personnel stunned.

[Deserve what they get, case closed!]

Eight words, causing confusion, as if deliberately shielding the perpetrator.

Yet, those familiar with the temperant of those three strong ones couldn’t help but inhale deeply.