Xiao Hua sneered. How could he possibly heed Wu Qian's pleas for mercy? He stretched out his hand again, and the Soul-Searching Finger, capable of stirring even the starry sky, appeared between Wu Qian's brows without a trace of mortal warmth. This time, Xiao Hua did not hesitate in the slightest. He even said, "This Xiao has no need for your surrender, nor does this Xiao require your information. What lies within the soul is ten thousand times more reliable than what comes from the mouth!"
Wu Qian's entire world shattered beyond repair. Everything he had turned ash-gray and black!
Seeing Wu Qian stand there utterly crushed and motionless, while Xiao Hua stood with closed eyes and his outstretched hand flickering with faint dark-green light, how could the sharp-faced old man and the several constables dare remain? One by one, they forced themselves to keep their wits, desperately dragging their trembling legs as they tried to flee Qiyang Temple.
Xiao Hua's eyes remained tightly shut, his face growing increasingly grave and gloomy. A murderous aura gradually emanated from him.
Just as the constables fled through Qiyang Temple's gate, Xiao Hua raised his hand. The Divine Strength Centipede emerged from his space. "Go..." Xiao Hua commanded. "Kill him, him, him... all four of them!"
"Whoosh..." The Divine Strength Centipede howled as it flew out of Qiyang Temple. In an instant, four miserable screams sounded outside, followed by the hysterical cries of the crowd. "Run! A demon is killing people!!"
Amid the frantic shouting, the Divine Strength Centipede swiftly flew back, black qi curling around its body. It was truly terrifying beyond measure.
"Hmph..." Xiao Hua withdrew his hand from between Wu Qian's brows and said coldly, "Who would have thought you were even more sinister and vicious than bandits who occupied