Our great future Rakshasa God, sporting his sleazy little crew cut, began rapidly absorbing the souls of the entire Strength Clan.
And just as Xuanwu had said, the Strength Clan truly deserved to be called evil by nature. Most of them were weak, but they had no shortage of wicked thoughts.
The progress bar for Gangzi's Fifth Trial of the Rakshasa God shot straight to 99.5%. Soon, it would reach 100% and unlock the next trial.
"Grandmaster, the commotion here has caught the attention of Heaven Dou City's garrison. The Heaven Dou army will likely arrive soon. We should retreat for now." Seeing Gangzi floating about as if he were high, Xuanwu kindly offered a warning.
"Oh, right." Gangzi nodded.
He didn't think much of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family. They didn't even have a Titled Douluo. What use was an army of a million?
To Gangzi, slaughtering a million soldiers would be a breeze. All he had to do was have Bibi Cannon release a few Thunderous Farts laced with Death Spider Emperor venom. Half the Heaven Dou Empire's army would be dead or wounded in minutes, and the rest would scatter in panic.
Heaven Dou City's garrison soon arrived at the Strength Clan's compound, only to discover, to their shock, that everyone in the clan was dead.
Salas, the bishop of Heaven Dou City's Martial Soul Sacred Hall, also came to inspect the scene in person.
The moment Salas drew near, he couldn't help covering his nose. He immediately had a suspect in mind.
Gangzi's calling card was unmistakable—stinking farts.
"It seems I must report this to His Holiness the Pope and the Great Enshrined."
Gangzi carried Bibi Dong's Cursed Spirit and was on Spirit Hall's kill list, ranked alongside Xuanwu. Knowing he could not delay, Salas