Chapter 179: A Cultivator of Noble Character

In mid-air.

A giant palm spanned the sky, with Black and White Qi circulating across its surface.

Before the giant palm could even reach him, a tyrannical pressure had already descended; Long Aoyu's figure sank, and he instantly snapped back to his senses.

"Want to kill me? Let Wang Jianqiang come himself!"

Long Aoyu's expression was grim as he roared in anger.

In an instant, rolling blood mist surged forth from his body, blotting out the sky and sun.

As the blood mist churned violently, it transformed into dozens of thick tentacles, which lashed heavily against the giant palm.

The black and white giant palm gave a slight tremor, and the dozens of tentacles were all repelled.

Long Aoyu's expression tightened, and he pointed at the blood-colored Flying Sword.

The blood-colored Flying Sword instantly liquefied and merged into the tentacles.

In an instant, a sharp, piercing aura soared into the sky.

The dozens of blood-colored tentacles straightened simultaneously, carrying astonishing sharpness, and stabbed at the black and white giant palm like divine swords.

The black and white giant palm finally shattered.

But the terrifying force of the rebound also snapped more than half of the dozens of blood-colored tentacles.

Seeing this, a savage look flashed across Long Aoyu's face.

He struck his chest with a palm.

A mouthful of heart blood sprayed out.

The fresh blood instantly atomized, turning into a large amount of even more vivid red mist that merged into the blood mist in the sky.

In an instant, tentacles formed once again, immediately making up for the number previously lost.

And after fusing with the heart blood, the power of each tentacle became a few degrees stronger.

"Condense!"

Following that, Long Aoyu let out a low shout.

The dozens of blood-colored tentacles immediately began to entwine and straighten.

In the blink of an eye, they twisted into one.

Like a giant blood-colored sword, it thrust toward Mo Wuming; wherever it passed, the surging blood energy dyed the sky red.

Facing this strike of heaven-shaking might, Mo Wuming's expression remained calm.

His right hand clenched abruptly.

In an instant, the black and white colors between heaven and earth retracted into his body at an astonishing speed.

In this space, the black and white colors rapidly receded.

In the blink of an eye, the black and white world completely vanished.

The world regained its color.

And Mo Wuming's entire right arm had already turned half-black and half-white.

He threw a punch.

A beam of black and white light shot out from his fist.

Boom!

The blood-colored tentacle that had condensed into one instantly collapsed.

The beam of black and white light paused for a moment, then pierced through and continued to shoot toward Long Aoyu.

"No!"

Amidst a terrified scream, Long Aoyu was completely submerged in the black and white beam of light.

A moment later.

The black and white beam of light dissipated.

Long Aoyu had already been completely vaporized, with not even a scrap left behind.

……

South City District.

In the Small Space.

Wang Jianqiang hooked his finger, and a pill flew out from the Pill Furnace, landing in his palm.

"Finished."

He let out a breath, stood up, and prepared to go to Shenfeng Pavilion to hand in the mission.

Suddenly, he sensed the vibration of a Sound Transmission Talisman.

He flipped his palm, and the Sound Transmission Talisman appeared in it.

He scanned it with his Spirit Sense.

A voice entered his mind.

"Mission accomplished, Long Aoyu is dead."

It was Mo Wuming.

Wang Jianqiang smiled.

Such a result had been expected long ago.

It did not stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

With a thought, he sent a message back, "Many thanks, Daoist Friend."

Afterward, his figure flickered and vanished from this Small Space.

Outside, in front of the gate.

A spatial rift emerged.

Wang Jianqiang stepped out from the spatial rift and was just about to leave when he suddenly saw another spatial rift emerge in front of a courtyard gate nearby.

Immediately following, a figure walked out from that spatial rift.

Seeing this figure, Wang Jianqiang was stunned, a flash of confusion crossing his face.

Long Aoyu?

Had he not already died in the South City District, died at the hands of Mo Wuming?

Long Aoyu was panicking at this moment.

Although Mo Wuming had not admitted it earlier, his subsequent attitude clearly implied that he had tacitly acknowledged Wang Jianqiang wanted to kill him.

Both Bai Wuqing, third on the Ranking War Stele, and Mo Wuming were so powerful.

How monstrous must the strength of Wang Jianqiang, first on the Ranking War Stele, be?

If the news that he was not dead reached Wang Jianqiang.

Even if Wang Jianqiang dared not make a move within this South City District.

From then on, he would likely be thoroughly watched, never able to take another step out of the South City District.

Once this round of assessment ended.

The rule prohibiting combat in the South City District might disappear, and by then, he would become a turtle in a jar.

He dared not gamble.

Therefore, he had to leave Shenfeng City before Wang Jianqiang could react.

After rushing out of the spatial rift, he was just about to fly away.

A voice suddenly came from his side.

"Daoist Friend Long."

Long Aoyu felt a shock in his heart, his body stiffening.

Turning his head to look, a face beaming with a kind smile came into view.

After seeing the appearance of the person beside him clearly, Long Aoyu let out a long sigh of relief.

He had thought it was Wang Jianqiang.

It turned out to be his neighbor, Daoist Friend Lin.

That was a relief.

He forced his expression to return to normal and cupped his hands toward Wang Jianqiang, "Daoist Friend Lin."

Wang Jianqiang walked to Long Aoyu's side, gave him a once-over, and smiled, "Daoist Friend Long seems to be in quite a hurry; is there some urgent matter?"

Long Aoyu's eyes flickered, and he nodded calmly, "Daoist Friend Lin guessed right. A friend of mine is preparing to venture into the wilderness and has already left the city; I need to hurry outside the city to see them off."

"So that's how it is." Wang Jianqiang realized, nodding with a gentle smile, "Lin feels like he hit it off with Daoist Friend Long at first sight, and I imagine your friend must be quite remarkable as well. Would it be possible for me to accompany you outside the city to see your friend off?"

"If I could make their acquaintance, that would be for the best."

"Lin loves making friends most of all."

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's words, Long Aoyu's heart stirred, and he nodded with a smile, "Since Daoist Friend Lin has asked, naturally that is fine."

"It just so happens that my friend also loves making friends; if they knew they could meet a cultivator of such noble character as Daoist Friend Lin, they would surely be very happy."

"That would be wonderful." Hearing this, the smile on Wang Jianqiang's face grew even richer.

Long Aoyu's smile also deepened, "In that case, let us hurry out of the city."

"By the way, when leaving the city, Daoist Friend Lin, remember to conceal your presence. The wilderness is not like the city; we must prevent those with ill intentions from discovering we have left, which could lead to hidden dangers."

"Rest assured, Daoist Friend Long, Lin understands."

Wang Jianqiang nodded and gave Long Aoyu a reassuring look.

Long Aoyu nodded with a chuckle, then turned his body and flew into the air first.

The moment he turned, a flash of cold light flickered in his eyes, which had previously been filled with smiles.