Though Great King of Hundred Hills was powerful, he was also extremely cunning. Whenever he could send his underlings out, he would always hide behind the scenes and pull the strings. Even his poison-using methods had been learned from humans.
After the incident at Nine Poisons Palace, Jun Changxiao had developed a strong aversion to poison. Seeing him play such tricks, he could only bring out the Field Cannon.
The Field Cannon was less powerful than the Rocket Artillery, but its area of destruction was enormous. Using it to bombard a herd of Fierce Beasts was undoubtedly exhilarating.
A preliminary estimate—
At least twenty or thirty thousand Fierce Beasts had been wiped out on the spot by those two shots.
Seeing his subordinates suffer such grievous losses, Great King of Hundred Hills, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally could not sit still. He personally made a move, intending to kill this human leader!
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
A withered hand clawed toward him, carrying a fierce, baleful aura.
Jun Changxiao displayed the bearing of a great commander. Facing a Spirit Beast comparable to a Martial Saint, he was not the least bit flustered. He even felt like laughing.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the space before him rippled, and Five Absolutes Evil Saint's delicate hand reached out from within.
"Boom—"
Spiritual Energy and beast power collided, whipping up billowing waves of air.
"Whoosh!"
Great King of Hundred Hills was blasted away. Landing where he had stood before, he looked at the Old Man who emerged from space and said gravely, "So you are a Martial Saint!"
"No."
Ding Xingwang shook a finger and corrected him. "An Evil Saint."
Evil Saint?
Could he be a Heretic Cultivator?
Great King of Hundred Hills' eyes rolled as though he were pondering something.
Jun Changxiao folded his