Chapter 323: Still Not Rolling Out of Here?

Bang bang bang bang!

A string of violent, muffled thuds!

Five or six second-rate experts were kicked to the ground, losing their fighting ability!

And the remaining third-rate expert was even worse off—his dantian was blasted apart with a single kick!

He became a cripple on the spot!

"You ants, aren't you going to get lost yet?" Kuchiki Senya said coldly.

Where would those second-rate experts dare to linger even a moment? They fled stumbling and staggering!

"I advise you not to interfere in our business, otherwise, you may never leave this rainforest." Sato, clutching his crotch, stared viciously at Kuchiki Senya, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.

"I won't give you the Choudeji Society." A thick note of mockery entered Kuchiki Senya's tone: "If you still have a chance to live, then run quickly."

He had absolutely no interest in engaging the opponent.

"Heh, I don't think you have that kind of qualification! Since you've come here, you can't possibly leave safely! I will definitely find your weakness and tear you apart completely!"

Having said that, this Sato turned his head and fled!

This was an extremely ruthless fellow—even before leaving, he didn't forget to throw out a couple of threats.

However, his threats had no effect!

A hand had already reached out and landed on his shoulder.

This Sato's body stiffened.

A tremendous, irresistible force transmitted from his shoulder, directly forcing him to his knees on the ground.

At this moment, Sato only felt his knees as if they were about to snap! The pain made his whole body tremble!

"You…"

He painfully forced out a single word, and then discovered that Kuchiki Senya had already clamped onto his neck, and then applied a slight pressure.

Crack, crack.

The sound of cervical vertebrae snapping rang out.

This Sato then widened his eyes round, and slowly collapsed limply to the ground, his face filled with unwillingness and resentment.

Then, a drop of blood slid down along Kuchiki Senya's finger and fell to the ground.

This was the last trace Sato left in the world.

This time, he truly was going to vanish completely.

Kuchiki Senya withdrew his hand, wiped the fresh blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and sneered coldly: "A bunch of small fry actually daring to provoke the Wang Gong of the dark world—truly tired of living too long."

At this moment, Kuchiki Senya was clearly very annoyed.

He wanted to recover his peak state as soon as possible, but he just had to run into something like this—truly irritating.

However, this incident seemed to have stirred up certain wild ambitions hidden deep within his heart.

At this thought, Kuchiki Senya's gaze suddenly sharpened. He looked at the man holding the Wu Shidao and said: "What exactly do you want?"

This man wore a set of tight-fitting clothes, looked to be around thirty, with a sturdy build, sinewy powerful muscles, his whole body brimming with explosive power. At this moment, he gripped the Wu Shidao, looked at Kuchiki Senya and said: "We are merely acting on orders, inviting the lord into the jar, that's all."

"Inviting the lord into the jar?" Kuchiki Senya let out a cold laugh: "Besides the two of us, is there anyone else here?"

This man shook his head: "Our main target isn't you two, so we hope the two of you can be sensible, otherwise…"

At this point, this man's voice paused slightly, and a fierce, murderous glint flashed in his eyes: "Otherwise, you two may not walk out of here today."

These words were full of threat!

However, upon hearing this, a cold arc curved at the corner of Kuchiki Senya's mouth: "Oh? Are you sure?"