With a single palm strike, Ximen Ya's body exploded into powder. All that remained in the void was a cloud of gray airflow—the fragment of divine soul he had left behind. A shocked, miserable howl burst from the gray mist. "Lin Qi! How could you possibly be this powerful?"
The corner of Lin Qi's mouth twitched. He had not even recovered his senses yet. Hell had automatically protected its master and killed Ximen Ya—what did that have to do with Lin Qi? Nearly a hundred thousand god-level mages had joined forces, using certain miraculous magic devices from ancient times to curse Lin Qi at once. His soul had nearly been torn apart; where would Lin Qi have found the strength to deal with Ximen Ya's assassination?
With a canine bark, three enormous dog heads suddenly struggled out from the tiny black hole in Lin Qi's chest. Cerberus greedily opened his jaws and lunged to devour Ximen Ya's soul. The head in the middle was the fastest, and its mouth opened the widest, so it swallowed that soul in one bite before raising its head and letting out a satisfied moan.
Cerberus was so greedy, so wicked, so violent. The instant the dog heads on the left and right saw that the middle head had devoured their prey, they actually opened their jaws at the same time and bit down on their own middle head. The middle head refused to yield, spitting venomous curses as it bared its savage fangs and launched a frenzied counterattack.
People said dogs fighting left only mouths full of fur, but this was Lin Qi's first time seeing a dog tear so madly at its own body! Though there were three heads, they were truly one entity. Was it really necessary to go this insane over