Chapter 3280

This small world was only to ensure that their battle would not damage the Great Thousand World.

After the two had fought for a full month, the middle-aged man had exhausted all his means. He lay on the ground, looking at Wu Feng in terror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Wu Feng looked at this fellow and said indifferently, "Now, may I lecture you?"

The middle-aged cultivator, at this very moment, looked at Wu Feng in disbelief and said, "You, impossible, how could you have such a cultivation base? And the kind of cultivator you are is somewhat indescribable. Are you a Weird? A Weird with self-awareness?"

Wu Feng said indifferently to the fellow, "What kind of existence I am is not for you to worry about. I am asking you now, why did you do this?"

In fact, cultivators' spirits cannot be devoured just like that; such behavior is essentially digging at the foundations of Heaven, violating the Heavenly Dao, and will eventually bring retribution upon oneself.

That such behavior could allow this middle-aged cultivator to reach a cultivation base so close to Wu Feng's was something Wu Feng had never expected.

Wu Feng instinctively felt that there must be something going on here that he did not know.

The middle-aged cultivator, seeing Wu Feng say this, remained expressionless, but finally sighed and said, "Cultivator Wu Feng, I have lost. You may kill me as you please."

Wu Feng directly destroyed the fellow's physical body, grabbed his soul in his hand, and stared down at him.

Although the middle-aged cultivator's soul trembled in fear as he looked at Wu Feng, he still gritted his teeth, seemingly unwilling to reveal anything about the worlds behind him.

Wu Feng looked at the fellow and finally sighed, saying, "Now, you are acting like this with me; it seems that in your heart, the person behind you is more important than your own life."

As he spoke, Wu Feng closed his palms, and waves of power began to erupt; under this bombardment, the middle-aged cultivator's soul body eventually turned into nothingness.

In the void, Wu Feng could feel that although the middle-aged cultivator was in great pain, his will remained firm; until the very moment of his death, he had not revealed the final mastermind.

Wu Feng returned to the Great Thousand World.

The Mountain God of Wangchuan, seeing the aura on Wu Feng, fell to his knees before him with a thud.

Wu Feng looked coldly at the Mountain God of Wangchuan and said indifferently, "Now, what means do you think I should use to deal with you?"

At this moment, the Mountain God of Wangchuan was trembling all over, having lost all sense of being a deity. He knelt on the ground and said humbly, "Great God Wu Feng, I was wrong, I was wrong. I will never dare to do those things again."

"What you do has little to do with me. I am just a cultivator; I cannot allow certain people to engage in the act of devouring cultivators' spirits."

Many cultivators who die and enter Wangchuan to wait for reincarnation do so because they have encountered difficulties.

Even for many cultivators, reincarnation is just a part of their cultivation.