Hua Qiang VS Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog

Finally, I've reached the Saint Realm Second Stage!

As he advanced, he felt his body become lighter, and it seemed that his integration with this world had also improved. He could even sense some elements of law.

Clenching both fists significantly enhances control over strength.

Hua Qiang was overjoyed, guessing that he must be a newcomer who had not been accepted by the laws of nature here and was being suppressed.

Once one reaches a certain level and gains recognition, one should be able to wield the power of a sage.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to become powerful, powerful enough that he could kill someone with a single thought.

Hua Qiang looked at the progress bar on the Blood Qi Value on the Void Panel, which was currently showing 100/300. Then he looked at his Slaughter Points column, which had a big 0, making him grimace.

You need to reach 200 Blood Qi Value to level up again.

Now he could go and fight that Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog. Thinking about how he could exchange 1,000 points for 100 Blood Qi Value, his heart burned with excitement again.

If he can kill that guy, then he'll be halfway to the Third Stage of the Saint Realm.

Following his previous memories, Hua Qiang slowly moved his body toward the empty space where the Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog was located, looking exactly like a ghost hidden in the dark night.

Time passed slowly in this tense stealth. More than an hour later, the iconic roar of Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog, faintly entered Hua Qiang's ears again.

The voice felt familiar to Hua Qiang; at that moment, it was like a long-lost "road sign," guiding him forward.

Hua Chen's lips curled up slightly, and a look of joy instantly bloomed on his face, as if he had finally seen a glimmer of dawn after groping in the dark for a long time.

"Almost there, almost there!" he muttered to himself, crouching low with his back bent into a taut bow, quickening his pace through the thick grass.

The tall grass, which was taller than a person, acted as a natural barrier, its blades rustling as if concealing his adventure.

He was certain that as long as he hid in this "green curtain," no matter how keen the senses of the Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog were, it would be difficult for it to detect his approach.

But Hua Qiang never expected that the Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog had such a keen sense of smell that it was the most accurate "detector" in the area. Not long after he entered the area, the three-headed dog detected his presence.

The dog's head in the middle was slightly raised, its nostrils flared, and a cunning glint flashed in its dark eyes. A mocking smile appeared on its lips, making it look like a shrewd hunter looking at its prey that had walked right into its trap with a smug expression.

Then, its massive body gracefully turned around, its three heads and three eyes all locking onto Hua Qiang's direction, patiently waiting for the other side of this "cat and mouse game" to make its appearance.

Hua Qiang finally managed to move to the edge of the bushes, parted a clump of grass with his fingers, and poked his head out. When his eyes fell on the Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog, he felt his scalp tingle, as if a million steel needles were piercing him.

That enormous eye, like a deep black hole, radiated a cold, mocking, disdainful, and sarcastic light.

Three completely different expressions played out simultaneously on the three dog heads, like a silent mockery, slapping him hard across the face.

"Damn it!" Hua Qiang felt an uncontrollable surge of anger. How could he tolerate being looked down upon by this beast?

Driven by his passion, he no longer cared about concealing himself. He suddenly straightened up, stepped out of the bushes, and the Thunderclap Blade flashed in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly like a shooting star in the dark night. He faced off against the Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog.

"Kid, aren't you having fun? You didn't expect that I'd already spotted you, did you? Hahahaha!"

The three dog heads laughed loudly at the same time, their roars creating ripples in the surrounding air.

That arrogant arrogance was like a raging fire, threatening to completely destroy Hua Qiang's reason.

Hua Qiang's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water, and it seemed as if three crows were cawing overhead.

The next moment, several lumps of poop will fall on your head.

There's no point in saying more now; only war will suffice!

He took a deep breath, channeling his Spiritual Power into the Thunderclap Blade like a surging tide, and roared, "[Blade Technique: Thunder Slaughter]!"

In an instant, the blade turned a deep blue, crackling with electric arcs, like an enraged thunder Thunder Dragon, carrying a World-destroying aura, and lunged straight at the left head of the Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog.

Seeing this, the dog's head remained calm, a fierce glint flashing in its eyes. It opened its mouth wide and spewed out a thick black mist.

The fog was as thick as ink, carrying a pungent, fishy smell, and it seemed to be approaching with the sharpness of a knife.

The blade's edge collided with the Black Mist with a deafening boom, radiating light and arcs of electricity that snaked through the Black Mist, tearing it open. Yet, the Black Mist continued to surge forth, tightly binding the lightning, resulting in a stalemate and a series of crackling explosions.

Immediately afterward, Hua Qiang roared again, "[Blade Technique: Strangulation]!"

In an instant, a blade of light transformed into a thick, giant Giant Python. Its scales gleamed with cold light, its tongue flicked, and eerie green smoke swirled around it, coiling around the dog's head with ghostly force.

The dog reacted extremely quickly, pawing the ground with its four paws, kicking up a cloud of dust, and its fur stood on end like steel needles.

Then, with a sudden flick of its head, it spewed out a stream of icy breath, like a frost storm, which roared towards the Giant Python.

The Giant Python touched the icy air, and a layer of frost instantly formed, hindering its movement. However, it twisted its body, struggled to break free of the ice, and still stubbornly continued to Strangulation the dog's head.

"[Sword Technique: Escape Slaughter]!"

Hua Qiang's eyes widened, and he launched another attack.

This time, the blade suddenly disappeared, as if it had entered another dimension.

The next moment, above the dog's head in the middle, the blade's light appeared without warning, like the Grim Reaper wielding his Scythe, slashing down fiercely with boundless pressure.

The dog in the middle sensed the danger above it, its neck shrank, the muscles around its neck bulged, and a layer of earthy yellow light emanated from its body, as if it were wearing a layer of armor. It tilted its head back and spat out a stream of scorching liquid like magma at the blade's edge.

The liquid collided with the blade, scalding hot liquid splashed everywhere, making a sizzling sound.

Although the blade's edge was momentarily blocked, it continued to slash down with its powerful momentum.

Seeing the situation was dire, the Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog opened its mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, and bit down on the blade that was about to strike.

Crack! A piercing sound rang out as the three-headed dog's fangs snapped the blade in two, then it spat the blade at Hua Qiang.

The countless fragments flew as fast as lightning. Hua Qiang's eyes narrowed, and with a flash, he teleported dozens of meters away.

Awoof... Woof woof!

The Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog roared to the sky again, then its body trembled violently, and an invisible Qi emanated from it.

The next moment, clouds piled up, the sky suddenly turned dark, and thick, long, dark iron pillars descended from the sky, trapping the area. Then, these iron rods slowly bent and deformed, intertwining to form a net, turning this place into a cage.