Wang Quan was startled by a piercing scream.
He grabbed the millstone he had been using to build his strength and strode toward the source of the scream.
When he arrived, he saw Xiao Ming, who had left the confinement room.
In his eyes, Xiao Ming looked just like a normal person, except that prolonged exposure to the strange wind had left him very thin and frail, short, slightly hunched, a little lame, with a somewhat crooked mouth and eyes, and a bald, slightly pointed head. That was all.
Aside from that, everything was normal.
The only abnormal thing was this:
Xiao Ming's long hair writhed through the air like a great serpent.
Some strands had pierced a man's body, hoisting him high into the air.
"The butcher?"
Qing He ran over, saw the man above, and cried out in shock.
Wang Quan did not know the butcher because he had never paid him any attention.
Qing He knew him because she often went to sell meat to eat, so she recognized him.
Moreover, Qing He also knew that he was a Future cultivator.
Heh! Heh! Heh!
Xiao Ming gave a strange laugh. "Wang Quan, did you think you could really keep me down for the rest of my life?"
"Look, my senior has come to save me!"
"Today, my senior and I will join forces to slay you."
"Senior, empower me!"
Rustle!
The hair writhed, and the butcher whose body it had pierced blew out a [Wind and Sand Art], tears streaming down his face.
Whoosh!
Wind and sand swept forth, flaying sinew and bone, terrifying in their power.
Yet when that wind and sand burrowed into Xiao Ming's body, his hunched back actually straightened a little, and his distorted features recovered somewhat.
"You wretch, come meet your death!"