In the courtyard, everyone was horrified, staring blankly at their hall master.
At this moment, Jiang Dao was terrifying beyond measure.
Power surged through his entire body, and his aura was wild.
His upper body was bare, every inch of him covered in steel-like muscles. He stood an astonishing two meters and thirty or forty centimeters tall, like a little giant. Every muscle bulged high, gleaming with a metallic sheen.
What kind of divine art was this?
Was he even human?
More importantly, Jiang Dao had blasted a Malevolent Spirit to death with a single palm!
It was enough to shake the world!
"Divine Strength Realm... could it be that Hall Master has reached the Divine Strength Realm?"
Guo Dutian cried out in shock.
The Divine Strength Realm was a realm dreamed of by all martial artists.
It was a height that more than ninety-nine percent of martial artists could never reach in their entire lives!
Could Jiang Dao have already attained the Divine Strength Realm?
Suddenly, Jiang Dao sensed something. He whipped around and swept his sharp gaze toward the darkness at one side.
"Hee hee..."
That eerie laughter rang out again.
Only this time, it was no longer a spirit child that appeared.
It was a woman with a bewitchingly beautiful face and a delicate figure, dressed in a short white skirt. Her thick black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her features were exquisite, and a smile rested on her face. Her eyes were pitch-black, and she walked forward step by step with bare, fair feet.
"I recognize you. You're Jiang Dao of the Jiang Family, aren't you? Hee hee hee..."
The woman in white let out an eerie laugh. "You killed one of my spirit children in Hengzhou City, and now you've come here too?"
Jiang Dao stared at her and said in a deep voice, "The Jiang Family and Spirit Child Palace have kept to our own waters and never crossed paths. Why must you insist on making trouble for my Jiang Family?"
"The Jiang Family killed my spirit child, and then killed an expert from Spirit Child Palace. Of course you all must die."
The woman in white smiled. "Not only you—even the entire Jiang Family must die. Hee hee hee..."
Jiang Dao's gaze instantly turned icy.
"Then come on!"
Boom!
His body suddenly charged forward. His terrifying frame became a dreadful shadow, shattering the air as piercing gusts howled around him. Carrying an irresistible, terrifying force, he thrust out fiercely and slammed his palm into the white-skirted woman's chest.
"You..."
The white-skirted woman's face changed in alarm. Before she could react, Jiang Dao's palm struck her.
Pfft!
The force of his palm landed as if it had struck an icy mud pit. Its power could not penetrate, slipping away from his grasp and being firmly blocked outside.
With a flick of her head, all her jet-black hair shot outward, transforming into the most dreadful killing weapons in the world as they rapidly pierced toward Jiang Dao's body.
"Thunderfire!"
Jiang Dao roared, driving the Wind Thunder Poison Sand Palm to its utmost limit. A layer of purple poisonous fire directly emerged in his palm.
Rumble!
That terrifying power struck directly into the white-skirted woman's body with a thunderous boom. She let out a shrill scream and flew backward.
At the same time, the white-skirted woman's terrifying black hair finally stabbed into Jiang Dao's body. It sizzled, sparks flying as though it had struck the most terrifying metal.
Jiang Dao's huge palm suddenly clenched.
With a ripping sound, he seized all of the white-skirted woman's black hair in his hand. It was cold and damp, reeking with a strange odor. With a hard yank, he dragged back the body that had just begun to fly away.
"Die!"
Boom!
Jiang Dao swung the white-skirted woman by her hair and smashed her viciously into the ground beneath him, caving in the entire surface. A layer of terrifying poisonous fire appeared once more on his palm as he slammed it mercilessly toward her temple.
Pshht!
A booming sound erupted, and a terrifying aura spread.
The very air seemed to ignite, filling with a pungent, dreadful smell.
Guo Dutian and the others all covered their noses and retreated wildly, each of them aghast.
"Ah..."
The white-skirted woman cried out in pain, her two fingers frantically clawing toward Jiang Dao.
"Why did you have to provoke me?"
"I only wanted to live properly in this world. Why did you have to provoke me?! Why?! Why?! Why?!"
"I'll let you provoke me! I'll let you provoke me! I'll let you provoke me!"
Jiang Dao's tone was grim and terrifying as his heavy palm force blasted down at her temple again and again.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every strike erupted with power at its absolute peak.
The woman screamed repeatedly under the blows. Her ten fingers clawed at Jiang Dao's body, hissing and throwing off sparks, yet she could not harm him in the slightest. It seemed she could not even break his skin.
After Jiang Dao unleashed more than ten consecutive palm strikes, he suddenly grabbed the long saber at one side and viciously drove it into the woman's neck. The blade pierced her body, splashing sheets of black blood.
Jiang Dao began twisting it with all his strength.
The woman shrieked miserably, her hands and feet still struggling violently. But Jiang Dao soon clamped both her arms tightly in his huge hands. At last, he completely twisted her neck apart.
With a puff, a horribly mangled head rolled to the ground, bloody and pulpy as it fell some distance away.
The body that had been struggling madly in Jiang Dao's grasp suddenly went still as well.
Jiang Dao spat hard, his face cold and grim as he straightened up.
His body was burly and terrifying, every muscle flowing with a metallic gleam, indescribably powerful and forceful. He looked toward Guo Dutian and Du Feng. "Take stock and see how many people died."
Everyone was utterly shaken, staring blankly at Jiang Dao.
Not human!
Their hall master truly was not human!
Guo Dutian quickly shuddered and said in alarm, "Y-Yes, Hall Master!"
Just as Jiang Dao strode out, preparing to inspect the area beyond the hall, his footsteps abruptly halted. He spun around, his eyes flashing like lightning.
In the courtyard, the white-skirted woman—whose body had already gone limp and whose head had fallen off—began moving again. Her headless corpse rose automatically from the ground.
Her horribly shriveled head began rapidly inflating, then suddenly dropped onto her neck and instantly fused back together.
"Damn you... You hurt me so badly... so badly..."
The white-skirted woman spoke in a chilling tone, twisting her neck left and right. Her face gradually distorted as she stared at Jiang Dao. "I'll eat you bit by bit and use your soul to refine spirit children!"
Jiang Dao's pupils contracted.
She was unharmed?
This was not a Strength Grade vicious monster?
The others also revealed terrified expressions and backed away once again.
They could not believe that this bizarre woman was still alive after their hall master had beaten her into such a state.
Her head could grow back even after falling off?
"I don't believe you truly can't die. If killing you once isn't enough, then I'll do it again!"
Jiang Dao's voice was icy.
Whoosh!
The instant his words fell, his body hair stood on end. An immense sense of danger rushed toward him.
The white-skirted woman's speed and strength abruptly increased seven or eightfold. In an instant, she reached him and struck his lower abdomen with one palm. With a bang, she sent his body flying backward.
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