Amidst the splattering blood and flesh, a little man the size of a palm flew out from the splattered flesh and blood.

This little man is crystal clear, without any impurities, pure and shining.

"Nascent Soul." Xue Kong raised his head and grabbed the Nascent Soul with his big hand. The Nascent Soul wanted to escape, but its body was out of control and fell into Xue Kong's palm, and he took it away.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Kong did not stop and went straight to the next Nascent Soul cultivator.

The other two were both in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and were both old men.

Seeing that the Nascent Soul cultivator was killed so easily, their faces turned pale. One of them shouted, "Fellow Daoist, this is a misunderstanding!"

"I don't know what grudge you have with Taotie Beast City, but I have no grudge against you. I promise you that I will no longer interfere in this matter. From now on, we will make peace."

Xue Kong pretended to be deaf and kept galloping forward, with murderous intent flashing in his calm eyes.

The other old man immediately broke out in a sweat and shouted in a trembling voice, "Fellow Daoist, my master is the Immortal Zedao. He is a sixth-level cultivator of the Divine Transformation Realm. If you kill me, my master will definitely know."

"As powerful as you are, even if you reach the late Nascent Soul stage, coupled with this terrifying body, you are no match for a Spiritual Transformation cultivator."

"Let me go, and this matter is over. I will not help either side and leave immediately."

"A sixth-level cultivation country..." Xue Kong murmured in his heart, thinking about something.

He didn't care about the Divine Transformation cultivators. Although he didn't know how strong such cultivators were, he might be able to become a Divine Transformation cultivator. By then, it would be hard to say who was stronger and who was weaker.

But this sixth-level cultivation country made him hesitate.