Bam——

He was kicked flying away and crashed heavily against the giant boulder behind him, even the boulder was cracked.

Vomiting blood, he struggled to get up and fight back, but Jiang Feng now looked like the quintessential villain, his face full of savagery and mockery, as he stepped on Wu Daoxu's chest, rendering him immobile, even breaking several of his rib bones.

The Soul Puppet was restless, but Jiang Feng merely held the Demon Burning Furnace with his left hand and gave Cen Yueyue a look. She was stunned for a moment but quickly understood his intention, clasped her fingers, and immediately summoned Li Fire, letting it flow into the Demon Burning Furnace, temporarily granting Jiang Feng use of her flames.

"These are the trash, right? Waste, open your dog eyes and take a good look."

With a sinister smile, Jiang Feng swung the iron wire and cut off those restless Soul Puppets under Wu Daoxu's horrified gaze!

The thick, bizarre liquid struggled wildly, undoubtedly driving Wu Daoxu more insane.

"Stop, stop it, you beast!"

Rip!

Another swing, the Soul Puppet was crawling up along the iron wire, but at this moment, the Demon Burning Furnace and Li Fire began showing their effect, burning with crackling sounds, turning the Soul Puppets he painstakingly refined for three years to ashes.

He kicked the face, nearly snapping the opponent's neck, then stabbed forcefully into the shoulder. The searing pain made Wu Daoxu cry out continuously, emitting frenzied screams, but compared to the physical torment, he couldn't accept the scene unfolding before him.

The Soul Puppet was burning, the twisted black liquid writhed frantically, occasionally letting out piercing screams.

"Master, Master-Uncle, Junior-Sister... You beast, stop it, stop it!"

"Ahhh! Why, why do you make the deceased unable to reincarnate forever? They could have come back to life, they could have!"

"Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng! I'll kill you..."

Bang!

Another kick sent him flying, the iron wire pierced through his shoulder, pinning him to the ground, his blackened arms had lost all semblance of flesh color, showing hardly any resistance before the Divine Weapon scorched by Li Fire.

With force, he stepped on the iron wire and sliced hard!

Blood and flesh splattered.

The completely blackened arm was brutally severed, leaving no wound behind, and was charred immediately under the Li Fire, the extreme pain echoing the man's piercing screams throughout the woodland.

The blackened Soul Puppet on the arm was also fully obliterated, fire can restrain all evil in the world, especially Cen Yueyue's Li Fire known as the queen of flames. The Soul Puppets clinging to the severed limb still tried to return to the host body, but Jiang Feng simply inserted the weapon in place and stepped on it.

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

"This is your sect's disciples, huh? I heard there are the blood and residual souls of your Master and Junior-Sister? Do you intend to revive them to seek revenge against me? Wishful thinking."

"Look closely now, all these things will be burned clean by me, your Master, Junior-Sister, Junior-Brother, Master-Uncle, all burning, do you see? Watch carefully!"

A kick to the abdomen sending the man attempting to grasp the Soul Puppet flying.

Sauntering over with an imposing posture as always, his eyes filled with increasing mockery, he raises his leg again in an extremely humiliating manner to step on the opponent's head, immobilizing him.

The Divine Soul surged, though Jiang Feng's Soul Cultivation was still at a rudimentary level, it still pierced into his brain like a sharp sword directly tearing apart part of his Divine Soul. He could feel the familiar and dear residual souls leaving his body, making him scream, looking both laughable and pitiful.

Noticing Wu Daoxu still trying to struggle, Cen Yueyue, who had been silent all this time, merely raised her hand to lend a hand to the tyranny, the pink Xu Huoyao erupted once again unbeknownst and invaded the body, fully controlling his limbs, even the wounds started spewing Gu Worms constantly gnawing on something.

Watching helplessly as his arm was burned to ashes by Li Fire, the once lively Soul Puppet gradually lost vitality, crackling and snapping, the sight brought tears of blood to Wu Daoxu's eyes, turning his loud screams into soft pleas for mercy.

"Please, spare them, stop burning, please spare them..."

But to the callous Mr. Jiang, he was unmoved, his face still carrying a dark smile, as if relishing in the harm inflicted on others like a sadistic demon.

Their roles reversed on the spot, however one viewed it, Jiang Feng only seemed like the wicked Evil Cultivator.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha, rest assured, I will certainly spare you, won't kill you."

"But open your eyes wide, look closely! Your respected Master and beloved Junior-Sister are burning, they are burning! Turned to ashes, never to reincarnate, see it clearly."

"They are already dead, utterly dead! Burn this scene into your mind, remember, it was I who did this, ha-ha-ha, why can't they reincarnate forever? It is because of you."

"Because you are trash, it was you who led them to their tragic demise, got it?"

His eyes were vacant.

The flames before him had completely shattered Wu Daoxu's psychological defenses, his expression dazed, the pink Xu Huoyao and other colored Gu Worms had already crawled onto his half-melted face, even gnawing on the already melted part.

No blood flowed because it was all devoured by the Gu Worms, leaving behind only raw flesh where the Gu Worms passed, along with the scars left from the flame burns. This brutal method perhaps only the Southern Border Saintess Cen Yueyue could pull off, apt to describe it as live torture.

Yet Wu Daoxu remained unresponsive.

Compared to the spiritual torment, the physical pain was negligible, simply letting these two run amok, nearly half his body had been gnawed once by the Gu Worms, however, this face ravaged by the Gu Worms seemed less repulsive.

It looked like scars left from burns, still horrifying, yet somehow fell within the realm of normalcy.

"Trash, today I'll spare your dog life."

"Know why I spared your dog life? Because I'm waiting for you to seek revenge, ha-ha-ha, always heard stories of someone saying thirty years east and thirty years west of the river, don't underestimate the poor young man, annihilating entire families but leaving one alive."

"Today I don't believe in such, I must test it, I want to see how you this trash will make a comeback in the future, how will you catch up to me."

"Heh, I've only been cultivating for three years and already far surpassed your thirty years of toil, three years ago you were radiant, and now?"

"I joined a prestigious sect, with renowned masters to guide me, on the other hand, look at you, neither human nor ghost, ha-ha-ha, in the future should anyone mention Fan Yin Sect, they'll probably think of you this disgraceful creature."

"Look at me, blessed with the fortuity of having one's desires fulfilled, this little beauty was a reward from my master, with countless concubines at home, you, ah you, even in pleasing women you can't compare to me."

Certainly making the Southern Border Demoness controlling the string flinch, nearly unable to resist tossing a fireball at Jiang Feng's head.

Perhaps sensing the impending rampage of the tigress behind, Jiang Feng quickly pulled away from the topic, adopting a sharp and decadent tone, turning into a spoiled brat using his power shamelessly.

"Heh-heh, I do want to see what tricks you this trash still has."

"Heard the Ghost Cultivators pull endless tricks, never thought such a top-notch Cultivation Technique in your hands ended up like this, truly laughable."

"Cultivate well, in the future when I'm in a bad mood, I'll come to relieve my anger on you, by then make sure to have settled down with a family, then I'll slaughter them all before your very eyes, just like now pinning you beneath my feet!"

"What bliss, quite a harvest today, roll over, take a look at the pile of rotting flesh on the ground, that's your master and junior-sister, ha-ha-ha-ha..."

He tugged at his waistband, seemingly intending to unzip and douse Wu Daoxu with a stream of thirty-seven-degree warm water, yet noticing Cen Yueyue's startled, bewildered expression with a hint of curiosity and anticipation, ultimately he didn't take off his pants.

Just spat a thick glob of phlegm.

"Pooh! Trash."

Giving a casual wave to the woman behind him, he laughed heartily and swaggered off.

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