1681: C1681 A Smooth Kick

C1681 A Smooth Kick

1681. A smooth kick.

"We can't go out! If we go out, we will die for sure!"

The selected cultivators exchanged glances with each other and stood up simultaneously. They gathered together and looked at Zhao Lang vigilantly.

Zhao Lang was staring at Ning Qi when he heard them. He cast a cold glance at them and said, "It's not up to you whether you want to go out or not!"

"Roar!"

A roar came from outside. At the same time, there were a few screams. Everyone's expression changed. They walked to the entrance of the broken temple and looked into the distance.

Ning Qi and the others were no exception.

They saw a semi-transparent shadow in the distance, holding a head and a headless corpse in each hand. It looked like it was roaring at the sky. It was wearing the uniform of this shadow. It was very ancient. It could be an existence that had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years or even millions of years!

The shadow seemed to have sensed the situation of the dilapidated temple. The shadow's eyes shot toward the place like lightning!

Xiao Wuye and the others looked at each other. Suddenly, they attacked. Among the cultivators selected by Zhao Lang... Some of them were First Tribulation Creator, while others were Second Tribulation Creator. In the face of Xiao Wuye and the group of sect Heavenly Prodigies who could fight the Fourth Tribulation Creator together, they were instantly suppressed by them, and then they were ruthlessly thrown out of the ruined temple!

"All of you will die a horrible death!"

The group of cultivators roared furiously at Xiao Wuye and the others in the blood-red rain. Then, they fled in all directions. Because Xiao Wuye and the others were standing at the entrance of the temple, it was impossible for them to go back. They could only see if they could escape to the next refuge when they were killed by the soul of an ancient expert!

A trace of pity flashed across the eyes of those cultivators who weren't chosen. If their cultivation base was slightly lower, they would be the ones who would be thrown out today.

As expected, in the cultivation world, whoever had the bigger fist would have the final say!

"Three more people!"

Zhao Lang's eyes fell on Ning Qi and the other two, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Do you want to go out by yourselves, or do you want me to do it?"

Tu Kong's eyes sparkled, but there was a trace of anticipation in his heart. If Ning Qi and the other two were thrown out of the ruined temple and killed by the souls of the ancient experts, a knot would be removed from his heart.

"Senior..."

Bu Shaofeng and his sister looked at Ning Qi.

Ning Qi chuckled and ignored Zhao Lang. Xiao Wuye and the others saw what happened and glanced at Zhao Lang. Zhao Lang felt angry in his heart. He walked straight towards Ning Qi. A powerful force of creation surged out from his body!

Everyone was slightly shocked, because Zhao Lang's action was not to throw Ning Qi and the others out of the temple, but to kill Ning Qi!

"No wonder you are a cultivator of Happy Devil Sect. You are so overbearing!"

Many cultivators were silently cursing in their hearts.

Just when everyone was certain that Ning Qi and the other two would die for sure, Ning Qi moved slightly and appeared behind Zhao Lang. He kicked Zhao Lang's butt. In the next moment, Zhao Lang cried out in shock and flew out of the broken temple. He didn't know if it was a coincidence or Ning Qi did it on purpose. The direction he was flying in was precisely where the soul of the ancient expert was!

"Senior Brother!"

Two other cultivators from the Happy Devil Sect followed Xiao Wuye and the others into the temple. When they saw Zhao Lang being kicked out of the temple by Ning Qi, they subconsciously attacked Ning Qi.

Puff! Puff!

Another two smooth kicks were made. The two cultivators from the Happy Devil Sect immediately followed Zhao Lang's footsteps and flew towards the soul of the ancient expert.

"No!"

After Zhao Lang regained his senses, he let out a terrified roar. He turned his head and looked at Ning Qi with resentment and unwillingness. After that... He was torn into pieces by the soul of the ancient expert without any ability to resist. His two junior brothers had the same fate as Zhao Lang!

After killing the three of them, the soul of the ancient expert landed in front of the temple. It looked at the crowd with cold eyes. At this moment, a golden light appeared on the temple. When it saw this, it raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar before chasing after the cultivator who had just escaped the temple.2

Beep...

Cold sweat dripped down from some of the cultivators. After the soul of the ancient expert left, they heaved a long sigh of relief. Then, they looked at Ning Qi with disbelief in their eyes.

Zhao Lang was a Third Tribulation Creator, and he was also a cultivator of the Happy Devil Sect. His combat strength was definitely stronger than ordinary sects and rogue cultivators at the same level!

However, such an existence was actually kicked out by his opponent. The fact that he had died in the hands of the soul of an ancient expert really made them think about Ning Qi's strength. The way they looked at Ning Qi had changed dramatically. There was also a trace of fear and fear in their eyes. It was obvious that they were only emitting the aura of the Second Tribulation Creator. However, his performance was much better than the Third Tribulation Creator. It was very likely that he was pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger!

The cultivator who had been lying in the corner and scolding Bu Shaofeng earlier had a trace of fear in his eyes. If he knew that Ning Qi's combat strength was so strong, he would have obediently given up his seat just now.

"Zhao Lang... is dead..."

Xiao Wuye, Duanmu Chong, Yuv Feng and the others looked at Ning Qi strangely. Zhao Lang was the same as them. As a Heavenly Prodigy disciple of the seven big sects, amongst these seven people... His combat strength wasn't the top, but it wasn't too bad either! Fu Ji had competed with Zhao Lang before, and both of them were equally matched!

As for the strongest Xiao Wuye, he would need at least a hundred moves to defeat Zhao Lang, and the amount of energy he would need to use would definitely be extraordinary!

After all, both of them were experts of the same level with the Good Fortune Domain. Even if there was a gap in strength, after each of them used the Good Fortune Domain, the gap between them would be shortened to a very short amount!

"Amitabha. Do you know who was killed by you just now?"

Shijia Ruye looked at Ning Qi and said with a smile.

"A cultivator of Happy Devil Sect. His name seems to be Zhao Lang?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Hmm?"

Everyone had a strange look in their eyes. They knew that Zhao Lang was a cultivator of Happy Devil Sect, and that Zhao Lang had been killed by him, or that he had personally sent Zhao Lang to hell, but he was still so calm at this moment?

The fear they had for Ning Qi intensified. Zhao Lang was already dead. They were once again taking refuge in the forbidden area. Currently, there were exactly fifty people in the ruined temple. There was no benefit in arguing with Ning Qi anymore. Therefore, Xiao Wuye turned around and found a place to sit cross-legged. When the cultivators in that place saw this, they moved to the side with ugly expressions on their faces.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

Tu Kong and the other two immediately understood. They finally knew... How did Ning Qi escape from Old Ghost Du? It wasn't because Ning Qi was fast. It was because... Ning Qi's combat strength wasn't as simple as it seemed on the surface. Compared to the cultivators of the Happy Devil Sect, he was still weaker. If the opponent could send a cultivator of the Happy Devil Sect flying with a kick, what did Old Ghost Du and the rest count as?

When he thought of this, Tu Kong's expression became very ugly. There was a trace of fear in his eyes. He wanted to explain to Ning Qi, but he didn't know where to start.

The blood rain was still pouring down from the sky, and from time to time, a furious roar could be heard.

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