Strike First and Kill
Yang Daqiang paused, staring directly at Wang Mengde: "There's something I need to remind you of."
You said yourself that you would give me ten percent of the Spirit Stone Zhao Hongying and the others gave you.
I heard that Zhao Hongying and the others promised to give you twelve thousand Spirit Stone.
One-tenth is 1,200 pieces.
When will you give it to me?
Wang Mengde was surprised by Yang Daqiang's excellent information network.
Only he, Zhao Hongying, and Yun Jingshan knew that Zhao Hongying had promised him Spirit Stone. Where did Yang Daqiang hear that from?
He did indeed promise the other party that he would keep his word.
However, Yang Daqiang said this only to distract himself.
He had been quietly activating his Transcendent Mastery Spirit Eye Technique.
Just now, after he refused to go to the Ten-Thousand Grotto Demon Lair with the three of them, he clearly saw that the three of them, with their hands hidden in their sleeves, began to quietly activate the Talisman.
Although the spiritual energy fluctuations on the Talisman were faint, they did not escape his notice.
Wang Mengde also subtly circulated his spiritual energy. His expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Zhao Hongying and the others haven't given me Spirit Stone yet. Once they do, I will naturally give them to you."
Yang Daqiang's gaze fell on the bulging Storage Bag at Wang Mengde's waist, and he smiled meaningfully, "Judging from how bulging your Storage Bag is, it doesn't seem like you don't have any Spirit Stone."
Wang Mengde said casually, "It's just that we caught some worthless Spirit Fish and stuffed the place full."
"A worthless Spirit Fish?" Yang Daqiang chuckled, his tone gradually becoming aggressive. "Take it out and let me see."
"Yes, show it to us."
Guo Liqiang stepped forward and said with a grin, "Let us also open our eyes and see what good stuff Brother Wang has caught."
Guo Lihui didn't say anything, but silently moved half a step to the side, blocking Wang Mengde's retreat route on the left.
The three men surrounded him in a fan shape, their posture already carrying a hint of coercion.
The smile on Wang Mengde's face gradually faded.
He saw with his Spirit Eye Technique that the three people's Talisman were about to be activated.
Wang Mengde's gaze swept across the three faces, his voice calm yet chilling. "No need."
Before he could finish speaking...
His right hand suddenly shot out.
His Palm Thunder Technique has also been activated.
A blinding bolt of lightning suddenly erupted from the palm of his hand!
The lightning was a pale purple.
The electric arc leaped wildly, crackling and popping with a sharp, piercing sound that exploded across the open sea, making one's eardrums ache.
A flash of lightning.
It hurtled towards Guo Lihui, who had the highest cultivation level.
The lightning was too fast.
Guo Lihui didn't even have time to react; his eyes were still open, and a greedy smile still lingered on his lips, when the thunderbolt struck with a deafening roar.
Guo Lihui's robes sensed a deadly threat and instantly activated their defensive aura.
A light blue spiritual energy Light Barrier quickly condensed on his body. It was the protection that came with his low-grade robe. Although it was hastily applied, it was enough to withstand the full force of an ordinary Sixth Layer of Qi Refinement cultivator.
But against the Palm Thunder Technique, this layer of protection is as thin as a sheet of paper.
Lightning tore through the air, carrying a violent aura of destruction, easily shattering the newly formed spiritual energy Light Barrier.
The moment the light shattered, it emitted a crisp cracking sound, like glass falling to the ground.
The lightning struck Guo Lihui on the head without any obstruction.
"Puff..
A dull thud.
A charred, transparent hole appeared on Guo Lihui's head, running from his forehead to the back of his head, with charred and curled edges, emitting wisps of smoke.
He didn't even let out a scream. His eyes were wide open, a trace of disbelief still lingering in his pupils. His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he would never be able to say it.
The body fell straight down into the sea.
At the same time, a deep sense of fear welled up in Yang Daqiang and Guo Liqiang's hearts.
When did Wang Mengde master such a terrifying Palm Thunder Technique?
In the blink of an eye, he killed Guo Lihui, the one with the highest cultivation level among the three, who was at the Seventh-Level Qi Refinement!
However, despite their fear, the two reacted swiftly.
Just as Guo Lihui's body plummeted into the sea, the Talisman in Yang Daqiang and Guo Liqiang's hands were activated.
Two beams of spiritual light exploded in their palms almost simultaneously.
In Yang Daqiang's hand was a crimson Talisman, its runes resembling leaping flames, releasing a scorching surge of spiritual energy the moment it was activated.
The red light on the surface of the Talisman grew stronger and stronger, like a ball of flame compressed to its limit, surging and expanding wildly, as if it were about to break free of its restraints at any moment.
The Talisman in Guo Liqiang's hand was a deep blue color, radiating a chilling aura.
A deep blue aura flowed within, and the surrounding air was permeated with this chill, condensing into a thin layer of white frost.
One fire, one ice.
Two Talisman shot out simultaneously.
A crimson fire serpent shot out from Yang Daqiang's palm, its entire body engulfed in raging flames. As thick as an arm, it twisted its body, carrying scorching heat waves, and rushed straight towards Wang Mengde's chest.
Wherever the fire serpent passed, the air was distorted and deformed by the high temperature, emitting a hissing sound, and even the sea surface was reflected with a dark red flame.
A dark blue ice blade burst forth from Guo Liqiang's fingertips; it was a crescent-shaped ice crystal blade, its edges so sharp it seemed capable of cutting through anything.
The ice blade spun rapidly, emitting a sharp whistling sound, drawing a graceful arc in the air as it slashed towards Wang Mengde's neck.
Wherever it passed, the moisture in the air froze into tiny ice crystals, which then fluttered down.
Two attacks, Talisman, one from the left and one from the right, one fire and one ice, blasted towards Wang Mengde almost simultaneously.
Their perfect coordination and clever angles effectively shut down his space to dodge left or right.
However.
Wang Mengde was well-prepared.
His Spirit Eye Technique had never been turned off from the beginning. Every subtle movement of the two activating the Talisman, and every change in the spiritual energy fluctuations on the Talisman, was within his perception.
He knew better than the two of them when the two Talisman would be fully activated and from what angle they would be shot.
At the very instant the fire serpent and ice blade shot out, Wang Mengde also raised his left hand.
Lightning flashed once more in his palm.
This time it wasn't one, but two.
Two bolts of lightning, each as thick as a finger, shot out from his left and right palms almost simultaneously, emitting a piercing shriek.
The lightning bolt was much thinner than the one that had killed Guo Lihui, but it was much more condensed. The arc of electricity no longer jumped around, but was compressed into two thin beams of light.
Like two short spears forged from lightning, carrying destructive power, they were aimed precisely at the two incoming attacks.
A bolt of lightning met the crimson fire serpent head-on.
Another bolt of lightning struck the dark blue ice blade.
"Boom..
Thunder and fire clashed violently in mid-air.
Purple-white lightning intertwined with crimson flames, bursting forth with dazzling light that illuminated the sea surface for several meters in radius as bright as day.
The ferocity of the thunder and the scorching heat of the flames tore and devoured each other, producing a continuous series of cracking sounds.
Lightning bolts, like silver snakes, frantically burrowed into the fire serpent's body, tearing it apart piece by piece.
The flames scattered and flew everywhere under the bombardment of lightning, turning into countless sparks, like festive fireworks, blooming briefly and brilliantly in the air before being blown away by the sea breeze and disappearing into the air.
On the other side, the clash between lightning and ice blades was even more intense.
The deep blue ice blade was sharp and tough, spinning at high speed as it tried to cut through everything in its path.
But the power of lightning is not to cut, but to destroy. The moment the lightning struck the ice blade, the enormous energy shattered it into pieces.
Countless tiny ice crystals exploded in the air, reflecting lightning like a dazzling diamond dust, scattering across the sea and creating tiny ripples.
The clash between ice and lightning produced a large amount of water mist, and the white fog spread across the sea, enveloping the three figures in a hazy, indistinct way, as if they were seen through a thin veil.
The two Talisman attacks were precisely intercepted in mid-air by the two bolts of lightning, neither of them able to get close to Wang Mengde.
From the moment the fiery ice blade shot out to the moment it was shattered by lightning, less than a breath had passed.
The sea calmed down again.
Only residual spiritual energy fluctuations echoed in the air.