Chapter 41 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (6)
Chu Kuang let out a painful groan, and the Soul-Devouring Sword flew out of his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Feng Ziang did not pursue the victory, but waved his right hand, and the vines quickly retracted like obedient pets, lifting Chu Kuang high up and hanging him in the air.
Feng Ziang walked slowly in front of Chu Kuang, looked down at him, with a playful smile on his face.
"Boss Chu, how does it taste?"
Chu Kuang's face flushed, his eyes were filled with anger and humiliation, but he couldn't utter a word.
He struggled, trying to break free from the vines, but in vain.
"Now, do you know how powerful I am?" Feng Ziang stretched out his finger and gently lifted Chu Kuang's chin, "Remember, there are some people you can't afford to offend."
After saying that, Feng Ziang turned around and walked towards the wandering cultivators who were trapped by the vines.
He did not make things difficult for them. He just waved his hand lightly, and the vines automatically spread out, releasing them.
"Get lost!" Feng Ziang said coldly, "If you dare to provoke me again next time, you will bear the consequences yourself!"
Those wandering cultivators fled away from this place as if they had been pardoned.
Feng Ziang looked at their fleeing figures, a sneer forming on his lips.
He bent down and picked up the Soul-Devouring Sword on the ground, examined it carefully, and then casually threw it into his storage bag.
After doing all this, Feng Ziang turned around and walked towards his own place of cultivation.
The moonlight shone on him, giving him a silvery glow.
He walked slowly and steadily, like a general returning from a triumphant victory.
"He Yushu..." Feng Ziang whispered the name, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, "Wait for me..." He slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm, a dazzling white light was condensing...
The white light in Feng Ziang's palm became more and more dazzling, and finally gathered into a huge spiritual palm, emitting suffocating pressure.
Chu Kuang was terrified, and tried his best to break free from the vines, but it was of no avail.
The huge spiritual palm, with a destructive aura, slapped down towards Chu Kuang fiercely!
There was a loud bang and dust flew everywhere.
Chu Kuang fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, blood gushing out of his mouth and he was dying.
The wandering cultivators around were so frightened upon seeing this that they rushed to flee this place of trouble.
Feng Ziang walked slowly in front of Chu Kuang, looking down at him, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
"You don't know your own limitations." He spat out these four words coldly, then turned and left. His figure looked particularly tall and slender in the moonlight.
After returning to his own place of training, Feng Zi sat cross-legged, took a deep breath, and calmed the surging spiritual power in his body.
He took out an exquisite jade box from his storage bag and slowly opened it.
In the jade box, there lay quietly a spiritual stone emitting a soft light...
"It's time..." Feng Ziang murmured to himself.
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