Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 62: Successful Fishing, Hand as Blade, Killing Zhou

At this mont, Zhou Yang saw the others had already left, and spoke with a fake smile on his face.

"Lin Ping’an, let’s go! Get in the car, I’ll give you a lift!"

Saying that, he folded his arms and waited beside the car.

Seeing this scene, Lin Ping’an sneered inwardly while feigning ignorance and got into the passenger seat.

Just a re Third Grade Peak, if he wanted, he could kill him with one move. Yet, here he was, pretending!

Interesting!

Really interesting!

Not far away, Zhou Yang’s attitude beca sowhat unscrupulous at this mont. He sat boldly in the driver’s seat, completely indifferent to Lin Ping’an’s thoughts beside him.

In his view, without anyone else here, a re First Grade scum could be easily killed at will.

But now, the original thought of directly killing him also had a new change.

Anyway, the person was already under control, and he could kill him anyti.

But if he could capture him alive or make him a mber of the Divine Sect.

Then, it might bring greater benefits.

In short, Zhou Yang planned to take Lin Ping’an to a secret location first.

Then, it wouldn’t be too late to decide later, to kill him or keep him under control, depending on the situation.

After this move, if he killed him, he would have to abandon his public identity.

If there was a second option, Zhou Yang didn’t want to expose himself so quickly either.

And this was the important reason he didn’t imdiately strike to kill.

In the passenger seat, Lin Ping’an looked out the window, bored, even recognizing the road was wrong, yet he didn’t speak up.

He just wanted to see what tricks this guy beside him could play.

Having enough strength, the confidence cos effortlessly.

The Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmaster can try to compete, and those Middle-Low Tier Martial Artists below Sixth Grade are no trouble at all to kill.

As long as no High Tier Martial Artist appeared, Lin Ping’an would not be concerned.

By his judgnt of his own strength, even if he couldn’t beat a strong Sixth Grade fighter now.

But escaping was still possible.

At the sa mont, Zhou Yang was driving and took out his phone to make a call boldly.

"Hey hey hey... got the person! Let them go to the old place to discuss! Kill? Kill what? Talk when we get there!"

"Oh, right! Make it quick!"

In the passenger seat, Lin Ping’an yawned and spoke slowly.

"Don’t drive and talk on the phone, don’t talk on the phone and drive."

"There are thousands of roads, safety is the first. Irregular driving makes your family cry!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yang glared fiercely, with a tone full of malice.

"Enough nonsense! Lin Ping’an, you seem to lack respect for the strong!"

"Need a lesson from society!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping’an chuckled, supporting his cheek with one hand, leaning against the car window, and spoke casually.

"Respect? Is that for people? Not for traitors to the Human Race like cultists!"

The next mont.

The car was filled with murderous intent, Zhou Yang stepped on the accelerator to the floor, his face twisted, speaking with a bloodthirsty tone.

"Hahaha... little beast! Tired of living? Don’t you know your life is now in my hands."

"Just a trash at First Grade Early Stage, a presence easily crushed, how dare you be so arrogant?"

To this, Lin Ping’an seed to feel nothing at all, maintaining his carefree deanor.

He waved lightly, using a coaxing tone, casually dismissing.

"Alright! Alright! Understood! You are the most powerful! You are the best! Okay? Getting on in years, still having tantrums like a child! Really can’t deal with you!"

At this mont, Zhou Yang’s face twisted more fiercely, his eyes reddened, veins popped on his forehead, grinding his teeth loudly.

Even the steering wheel in his hand was deford from his grip, if not forcibly controlled, it might have been crushed.

After several deep breaths, Zhou Yang forcefully suppressed his murderous intent, snorting coldly, and spoke with malice.

"Hmph! Little beast! Just boasting! Wait till we get there! See how I deal with you!"

Saying this, the accelerator was floored, and the car bolted like lightning.

A dozen minutes later.

"Screech... screech... screech..."

After several seconds of ear-piercing tire screeching, the black car stopped.

Then, Zhou Yang pulled out the key, opened the door, and got out, speaking with full malice.

"We’re here, little beast, get out! Waiting for to invite you out?"

Speaking, he rubbed his hands, feeling slightly malicious.

Lin Ping’an glanced at the building ahead, already sensing the presence of several Third Grade individuals inside.

Then, he opened the car door, got out, his expression indifferent, and spoke calmly.

"Once, twice, thrice, you’ve cursed three tis, and now we’re here, you’re useless! Go die! Life Severing Slash!"

Saying this, without waiting for a response, his figure flashed, his hand made a slash.

With his arm as a blade, he executed the first move of Abi Dao Three Blades, slicing out a purple blade mark with sinister energy.

In a breath, the blade mark slashed across the opponent’s neck, smoothly slicing it like tofu.

Zhou Yang’s eyes widened instantly, shock written all over his face, his eyes full of fear.

"You... uh... uh..."

Unfortunately, Lin Ping’an couldn’t be bothered to listen to his last words, knowing they were not kind.

Nonchalantly stepping forward, he grabbed the car key from his hand.

That would co in handy later, as he didn’t want to walk or run back.

After doing this, he walked confidently towards the villa.

There were still so cultists inside waiting, can’t let them be alard and escape.

Although those guys couldn’t escape, chasing them down one by one to kill was quite troubleso.

For Lin Ping’an, the most annoying thing was trouble.

On the other side, Zhou Yang’s eyes lost their luster, wanting to activate the bloodline erosion within his body to transform and heal himself.

Yet discovered in horror that after his neck was severed, his whole body was out of control, only his brain remained temporarily clear.

A dozen seconds later, he fell heavily, collapsed on the ground, his head rolled far away, while blood sprayed, coloring the ground red.

The air was filled with a thick blood sll.

Simultaneously, Lin Ping’an had already reached the door, glanced back, then proudly turned his head and extended his hand.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

"Open up, water ter inspection!"

At this mont, several cultists waiting in the villa hall instantly beca alert.

"Who is it? Who’s knocking? Could it be Zhou Yang has betrayed us?"

"Careful! Is it the Martial Arts Association people coming?"

"..."

Before they finished speaking, a loud noise, the door was kicked open by a strong force.

Seeing this scene, several cultists tensed up, quickly readying themselves.

A few seconds later, a figure strode in with a slightly arrogant pace.

"Lin... Lin Ping’an?"

"What? Lin Ping’an? How... how could it be you?"

"There’s a path to heaven you don’t take, a door to hell you co through!"

"Damn bastard! Looking for death?"

"Where’s Zhou Yang? Where is that guy? Why are you here? What is going on?"

"..."

Recognizing the person who ca in, several cultists were shocked, their eyes widened, their minds a chaotic ss.

Wasn’t it said to bring him here?

Why only Lin Ping’an now, and no sign of Zhou Yang?

Could it be... that the Third Grade Peak ssed up?

That’s too ridiculous!

Or maybe this is a Martial Arts Association trap, Zhou Yang has betrayed?

But only heard of betrayal to beco a cultist, never heard of betrayal from cultists!

What really is going on?