Chapter 180: No Need to Thank Wang

Wang Jianqiang followed behind Long Aoyu, flying toward the outside of the city.

Under their deliberate concealment, they did not attract anyone's attention along the way.

Not long after.

The two left Shenfeng City and appeared outside the city walls.

Wang Jianqiang looked around, then looked at Long Aoyu in front, "Daoist Friend Long, where is that friend of yours?"

Long Aoyu looked back at Wang Jianqiang and pointed forward, "Daoist Friend Lin, do not be impatient; we will be able to see them in about thirty miles."

Wang Jianqiang smiled and nodded, "Whenever I, Lin, think about being able to make another excellent friend like Daoist Friend Long, I cannot help but feel impatient."

Long Aoyu smiled and continued flying forward.

A moment later, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Are we there?"

Wang Jianqiang, who was following behind him, stopped upon seeing this and looked around.

Just then, Long Aoyu suddenly threw out a Jade Pendant.

In an instant.

Dazzling Spirit Light erupted from the Jade Pendant, forming a Barrier that covered the entire area within a ten-mile radius like an overturned bowl.

Wang Jianqiang was stunned and looked at Long Aoyu in astonishment, "Daoist Friend Long, what are you doing?"

Long Aoyu looked at Wang Jianqiang; the gentleness on his face had vanished, replaced by icy coldness, "Apologies, Daoist Friend Lin, I, Long, deceived you."

"I, Long, did not actually come outside the city to see off a friend, but rather provoked a powerful enemy within Shenfeng City and had to flee."

"My, Long's, whereabouts cannot be exposed, otherwise that powerful enemy might very well hunt me, Long, down."

"And as it happens, you, Daoist Friend Lin, bumped into me, Long..."

"For the sake of my, Long's, personal safety, I can only wrong you, Daoist Friend Lin, by letting you die."

As he spoke, a flash of cold killing intent crossed his body.

"Long Aoyu, you despicable villain, to actually deceive me, Lin." Wang Jianqiang looked at Long Aoyu in disbelief.

Long Aoyu sighed, "Daoist Friend Lin, I, Long, have no other choice."

Having said this, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He reached out with a grab.

A blood-colored hand of Spiritual Power instantly slapped toward Wang Jianqiang.

"Daoist Friend Lin, you are too naive and too quick to trust others; in your next life, remember to learn a lesson."

A look of cruelty flashed across Long Aoyu's face.

Just then, he suddenly saw Wang Jianqiang's physique instantly expand and grow larger.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a small giant several times taller than a normal person.

The next moment.

The blood-colored hand slapped onto Wang Jianqiang's body.

But the scene of Wang Jianqiang being smashed to pieces, as imagined, did not occur.

Instead, the blood-colored hand was like a fragile egg hitting a stone.

It collapsed instantly, turning into fragments of blood-colored energy light dots filling the sky.

Long Aoyu's expression stiffened; he stared at Wang Jianqiang in disbelief, his speech even becoming stuttered.

"You~ how could you be this strong!"

A Specialized Cultivator means having to split one's focus between two paths, often resulting in mediocre achievements on the path of cultivation.

Their combat power is at the bottom of their level.

This was also the reason he dared to lure Daoist Friend Lin outside the city.

But the scene before his eyes shattered his understanding.

He, a dignified genius at Golden Core Stage Perfection, although currently in a special state and not at his peak,

was still by no means weaker than an ordinary cultivator of the same level when unleashing a full-force strike.

Such a tyrannical strike landing on his body had not caused him the slightest bit of damage!

A pill-path cultivator, actually able to be this tough!!!

Wang Jianqiang, bathed in the blood-colored energy light dots, looked coldly at Long Aoyu, "I, Wang, hate it most when others deceive me."

Feeling the chill in Wang Jianqiang's gaze, Long Aoyu shivered and instantly snapped back to reality, his expression becoming extremely grave.

He had originally thought he could easily deal with this Daoist Friend Lin, which was why he had tricked him out to eliminate future trouble.

But he had not expected to have provoked such a huge problem.

Just as Long Aoyu was bracing for battle, Wang Jianqiang's cold expression suddenly changed, transforming into a look of triumph, "Fortunately, I, Wang, had anticipated this and deceived you in advance."

"We can consider this a draw."

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's words, Long Aoyu was stunned.

Deceived?

Daoist Friend Lin had deceived him?

Deceived him about what?

Following that, he suddenly thought of how Wang Jianqiang referred to himself.

I, Wang?

In an instant, a guess that made his scalp tingle suddenly surfaced in his heart.

He looked at Wang Jianqiang with a horrified expression and swallowed with difficulty, "Wang?? Are you... Wang Jianqiang?"

Wang Jianqiang smiled and nodded, "That's right."

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's response, Long Aoyu's complexion instantly turned a deathly shade of green.

Thinking back on all the various encounters he had previously had with Wang Jianqiang.

He felt like he could just bash his head in and die.

The other party was clearly and deliberately toying with him.

Yet he himself was so useless that he hadn't been able to see through it, and had been spun around like a fool.

How incredibly humiliating!

At this moment, his hatred for Wang Jianqiang even suppressed the fear in his heart, and he glared at Wang Jianqiang with a face full of resentment.

"Wang Jianqiang, you are so unscrupulous; do you really think you have me, Long, in the palm of your hand?"

"Go to hell!"

Amidst an angry roar, blood-colored flames instantly ignited on Long Aoyu's body.

Within the surging flames, endless blood mist emerged, which then transformed into dozens of tentacles.

After these tentacles manifested, they instantly coiled and tightened around each other, forming a thick, blood-colored pointed cone that thrust straight toward Wang Jianqiang.

Facing the attack of the blood-colored cone, Wang Jianqiang threw a punch.

Boom~

This strike, which condensed the power of Long Aoyu's burning blood essence, instantly collapsed.

"How is this possible!"

A look of shock immediately appeared on Long Aoyu's face; the reason that had been suppressed by anger reclaimed the high ground, and his eyes instantly cleared.

At the same time.

The violent fist force, having shattered the blood-colored cone, swept toward him.

The protective Spiritual Power on his body shattered instantly.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and his entire body flew backward for over a hundred zhang before crashing heavily to the ground.

He plowed a trench over ten zhang long into the ground before finally shedding the force from his body.

At this moment, Long Aoyu had already suffered heavy injuries.

More than thirty percent of the bones in his body were broken, his internal organs had been violently shaken, and blood kept spilling from his mouth.

He struggled to stand up from the trench and looked in horror at the tall figure in the distance.

Too strong!

Is this the strength of the number one on the Battle Stele?

Facing him, I actually seem as powerless as a young child!

"Long Aoyu, it's over."

"By killing you, I, Wang, can consider it a job done for Fairy Tu."

Wang Jianqiang approached Long Aoyu step by step.

Hearing his words, even at this life-or-death moment, Long Aoyu couldn't help but be stunned, and then his expression tightened.

"You mean Tu Youyou? You know Tu Youyou?"

Wang Jianqiang walked to the edge of the trench and looked down at Long Aoyu, "That's right, I, Wang, have a deep friendship with Fairy Tu. Since Fairy Tu asked me, Wang, to help slaughter you, I, Wang, naturally have to do this favor."

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's words, a flash of resentment crossed Long Aoyu's face, "That bitch, to actually dare to collude with an outsider to plot against a Holy Son of the sect; she is courting death!"

"Daoist Friend Long, you are mistaken there; I, Wang, cannot be considered an outsider."

Wang Jianqiang shook his head, a strange smile appearing on his face, "Although I, Wang, am not as noble as you, a Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect, I have always liked to help others."

"I have already helped the Holy Son fulfill certain obligations that should have been fulfilled."

"Of course, these were all done voluntarily by me, Wang, so you don't need to thank me, Daoist Friend."