"Was it because of the defensive Soul Tool he wore?"
"Or perhaps Soul Masters in Douluo Dalu Season 2 were generally stronger than those in Douluo Dalu Season 1?"
Forget it!
Qian Cheng shook his head and cast those thoughts aside.
If this happened again, he would directly crank his Soul Power up to level 99!
One slap would kill them and save him the trouble!
With that thought, Qian Cheng casually waved his hand.
The next second, all the rubble and wood chips pressing down on Tai Heng rose into the air and scattered in every direction.
Tai Heng, barely clinging to life and no longer resembling a human, reappeared before everyone.
By now, Tai Heng had long lost his former imposing presence.
Half his face had been completely ruined. Nothing remained in his eyes but endless pain and despair, and he looked utterly miserable.
"Didn't you say the blood of your Strength Clan was noble? I happen to enjoy crushing noble things!"
"Stay here and watch carefully. Watch how the Strength Clan you're so proud of comes to an end, how it bleeds like a river!"
Qian Cheng slowly walked up to Tai Heng and looked down at him from above.
This day was the most humiliating day in the Strength Clan's history!
The grief etched into their bones and blood was like maggots clinging to bone, never to be stripped away for all eternity.
Tai Heng, the clan leader the Strength Clan had been most proud of.
That mighty expert who could command the winds and clouds outside, who could split mountains and sever rivers with a raised hand, was now like a battered ball, wantonly kicked around and toyed with by the man named Qian Cheng.
The glory and dignity passed down through generations of the