Doesn't He Look Like a Dog?

"This is..."

"The legendary Godslayer Fierce Beast—the Wind Baboon?"

Qian Cheng was stunned by the sight.

The Godslayer Fierce Beast that had once nearly killed Dai Yuhao had actually become someone's martial soul.

Truly terrifying!

Seeing Qian Cheng intimidated, the middle-aged man revealed a smug smile.

Kill the fool who had come to provoke them, earn Sect Master Tang Zhen's favor, and let the Baboon Sect soar to greatness, ultimately becoming the foremost of the Lower Four Sects.

That wonderful future seemed to be unfolding right before his eyes.

However, just as he sank into his fantasy—

Qian Cheng casually waved a hand, as though swatting away a fly.

Smack!

Qian Cheng's palm slammed viciously into the Baboon Sect Master's face.

The middle-aged man's body instantly came apart, as if he had been run over by a Hundred-Ton Giant Ship. His entire body was torn into pieces.

Scarlet blood sprayed out, instantly dyeing the yellow-brown earth red. A pungent stench of blood filled the air.

At the sight, the sects of all sizes attending the celebration wore varying expressions.

Ning Fengzhi and the others watched Tang Zhen with great interest, as though waiting to see how he would handle this.

Blood had been spilled at his own sect's celebration!

If they made light of this matter, it still would not be a small matter!

And if they made much of it, it would only become even bigger!

As for the smaller sects, they exchanged looks.

Each of them feared being dragged into trouble, yet still wanted to watch the spectacle.

"What petty thief dares come cause trouble at my master's sect celebration?!"

The voice was brimming with fanaticism and loyalty, as though burning with blind worship for his master.

And the only person who could say such words was naturally Titan, who had servility ingrained deep in his bones!

Titan slowly stepped out from the crowd, fixing Qian Cheng with a murderous glare.

"I was wondering who it was. So it's just trash from the Slave Clan!"

Qian Cheng's lips curled into a contemptuous smile. "You dog that loves wagging its tail and begging for favor, why don't you bark a few times? Maybe I'll reward you with a couple of bones!"

"You insolent brat, how dare you insult me!"

Titan was thoroughly enraged. His previously calm face instantly twisted, his eyes filled with fury and killing intent.

In an instant, he activated his martial soul, and deep black light enveloped his entire body.

Thick black fur rapidly grew across Titan's body. His frame became even more robust, muscles bulging all over him.

He looked like a humanoid ape!

Eighth Soul Skill: Titan's Fall!

The black Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring erupted with dazzling black light, gathering around Titan's fist.

Titan stomped hard on the ground with his right foot, instantly cracking the dark brown earth.

Carrying overwhelming baleful energy, he charged toward Qian Cheng.

His millstone-sized fist smashed brutally toward Qian Cheng's head!

Even the air seemed to be torn apart by that punch, producing a piercing shriek.

Rather than retreating, Qian Cheng advanced and threw a punch of his own.

The instant their fists collided, the force of their punches surged wildly!

Violent power swept through the surroundings, carving deep furrows into the ground.

Under everyone's expectant gazes, the battle took a sudden turn!

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out as cracks began appearing across Titan's fist, rapidly spreading up his arm.

The next second, Titan's entire arm exploded!

Blood and chunks of flesh flew everywhere. The scene was too ghastly to bear.

"Ah—"

A miserable scream burst from Titan's mouth, filled with agony and disbelief.

With a twisted expression, Titan rolled across the ground, screaming without pause.

Blood poured from his severed arm, staining not only the ground but also the black fur covering his body, making him look even more ferocious.

Amid everyone's horrified stares, Qian Cheng walked step by step to Titan's side.

Expressionless, he raised his foot and viciously stomped on the joint between Titan's shinbone and spine.

An immense force erupted instantly, shattering Titan's spine into fragments.

"Ah—"

Titan screamed again, and this time there was already a trace of despair in his voice.

"Look at him. Doesn't he look like a dog?"

"A dog with a broken spine and no dignity?"

Qian Cheng's gaze slowly swept over the crowd, an eerie smile on his face.

Seeing this, everyone exchanged glances, their faces filled with terror and disbelief.

The amusement in Ning Fengzhi and the others' eyes had vanished completely, replaced by solemnity and even a hint of wariness.

Titan was an eighty-eighth-rank peak Soul Douluo. His strength was powerful enough to contend with some Titled Douluo.

Yet Qian Cheng had shattered Titan's fist in a direct clash!

Such strength was absolutely at the level of a Titled Douluo—perhaps even stronger!

"Father!"

"Grandfather!"

While everyone else still watched Qian Cheng cautiously, the two servants, Taino and Tailong, had already lost their minds.

As though blinded by rage, they charged madly at Qian Cheng like two wild beasts that had lost control.

"What a touching scene of fatherly and filial devotion. Then you can go down first and clear the way for him!"

A cruel smile appeared on Qian Cheng's lips as he flicked a finger through the air.

A blood-red energy shockwave instantly tore across the sky, striking Taino's forehead like a bolt of crimson lightning.

Bang!

A crisp bursting sound rang out as Taino's head split into several pieces like a watermelon.

Blood, brains, shattered bone, and all sorts of mangled bits splattered across the ground, giving off a nauseating stench.

Looking at Tailong, who had already rushed before him, Qian Cheng reached out, grabbed his head, and lifted him into the air.

He held him as easily as a helpless chick.

"Little friend, let me ask you a question. If you answer it correctly, I won't kill you!"

Looking into Tailong's terrified eyes, Qian Cheng gave him a kindly smile. "How tall is the Clear Sky Sect's mountain gate?"

"Grandfather said it's 1,500 meters!"

Tailong answered almost instantly.

"Congratulations, you got it right!"

"Whether you survive a fall from that height will depend on you!"

An eerie smile appeared on Qian Cheng's face. Then he swung his right hand behind him.

Like a kite with its string cut, Tailong flew straight out of the rear courtyard.

He traced a graceful arc through the air and fell directly from the mountaintop, leaving only a miserable scream echoing through the sky.

"Old dog Titan, now it's your turn!"

Qian Cheng's icy words echoed through the air, jolting everyone present awake.

Cruel, violent, ruthless!

In less than a few seconds, Qian Cheng had left them with this profound impression.

"My son, my grandson..."

Titan was still dazed, his voice choked with emotion, as though he could not believe what was before him.

No matter how he thought about it, he could not understand it. He had merely shown himself, and his son and grandson were already gone?