Chapter 419

"Boom!"

After attacking for a long time without success, Master Tuo Ao became anxious. He exploded with power, releasing a terrifying aura as he unleashed his strongest attack. For a moment, the world lost its color.

A palm print covered the sky, releasing a terrifying aura as it fiercely struck towards the middle-aged Daoist. This attack had the aura of a leader, far stronger than a normal late stage Zephyr Realm cultivator.

"Hey, Seventh Wolfdog, take a look at this attack of mine."

The middle-aged Daoist opened his mouth, almost scattering the aura that Tuo Ao had just gathered. The latter's face was gloomy as he controlled the palm print to attack.

Looking at the Virtuous Loose Cultivator, after he spoke, his body also emitted a golden light. He turned from a ruffian into a war god in golden armor. His aura rose by several levels as he struck out with a palm print.

In an instant, a golden light palm print rose into the sky, and a powerful aura filled the world.

This was a sign that victory and defeat were about to be decided. Everyone's eyes widened.

"Boom!"

In an earth-shattering explosion, the two palm prints exploded. Victory and defeat had been decided. Tuo Ao coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew back from the sky. His eyes were filled with shock. He had actually lost.

Everyone was in an uproar. Master Tuo Ao, the seventh leader of Wild Wolf Stronghold, had actually been defeated by an early stage Zephyr Realm Daoist.

Looking at the Virtuous Loose Cultivator, he stood in the air, his robes fluttering without wind. He looked down and shouted, "Seventh Wolfdog has already lost. If you don't want to die, hand over all your wealth."

Hearing this, Tuo Ao coughed up another mouthful of blood and almost fainted.

Everyone's hearts were filled with despair. Even Master Tuo Ao, who was at the late stage of Zephyr Realm, had lost. Who could suppress him?

"You want my wealth? Dream on." Tuo Ao refused to accept this. His eyes were filled with unwillingness. He once again turned into lightning and rushed over from the distance.

"Go to hell."

His body emitted a dazzling light, like a burning flame. His essence, Qi, and spirit rose to the peak. This was a method similar to burning one's life force. Although it could be exchanged for temporary power, it would be very weak in the future.

As his life force burned, Tuo Ao's aura became even stronger. As he breathed in and out, this powerful aura continued to rise.

But every time his aura rose, more life force would be burned. In the future, he would suffer endless pain. If it was serious, his realm might even drop.

"Boom!"

After reaching a certain limit, he unleashed a powerful attack. In an instant, the sky exploded, and a palm imprint containing a destructive aura descended from the sky.

The Virtuous Cultivator's eyes became extremely serious. His aura also continued to climb. At a time like this, he naturally couldn't hold back. His powerful aura spread out. His entire body emitted a dazzling golden light. Murderous Qi surrounded him as if there were countless resentful spirits crying out.

At the same time, the sound of flowing rivers rang out from within his body. It was as if his muscles and bones were resonating at the same time, providing him with endless energy. Moreover, this was the first time he had clenched his fist and struck out with a stunning punch.

The sky trembled. In this world, it was as though there was only this fist, this imposing figure. He was as tall as the heavens and earth, looking down on all life, extremely tyrannical.

The overbearing imposing figure and the glaring golden fist light became the only thing in the world, deeply imprinted in the minds of the crowd.

As for Toao's attack that burned his life force, although terrifying, under this tyrannical figure, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating its own strength.

"Boom!"

The fist light collided with the palm imprint, causing an earth-shattering sound. The void shattered like a mirror, and terrifying energy scattered in all directions.

The terrifying palm imprint was shattered by the fist light. Under the impact of the powerful energy, Toao was once again sent flying. This time, in addition to coughing up blood, there was also the clear sound of bones breaking.

With just one punch, Toao had suffered an unimaginable injury. In addition, a large amount of his life force had been burned, so Toao did not have the strength to strike again.

Everyone was horrified. Was this the true strength of the Virtuous Cultivator? That golden figure was really too strong, so strong that no one had the slightest desire to fight.

Even the late stage Imperial Air, who had burned his life force, was defeated in one blow. His strength was shocking.

When the crowd looked up again, the imposing figure and the overbearing manner had disappeared. The middle-aged Taoist priest had once again become a rascal.

"The seven wolfdogs are already half dead. No one will protect you anymore. Now, hand over all your wealth. Don't force me to be rough." The Virtuous Cultivator stood in the air, overlooking the crowd, but there was no longer any arrogance.

"Do you know who we are? Whose territory this is? You dare to rob here? Do you want to die?" Toao gritted his teeth and stood up with difficulty. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His spirit was weak, and his face was pale.

"I said it before. Showing off your background in front of me is useless. I don't care if you're a wolfdog or a dog. If you don't hand over your wealth today, then all of you can go to hell."

The Virtuous Cultivator was very powerful. He did not buy it at all. His figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Toao, directly slapping him.

The loud sound made everyone tremble. Moreover, with one slap, half of Toao's teeth were gone.

"Now, I'll give you one last chance. Hand it over or not." The cold voice made everyone's heart tremble.

Losing their wealth was better than losing their lives. If they lost their wealth, they could still earn it back. If they lost their lives, then their wealth would be useless. Thus, they all obediently handed over their wealth.

"Motherf * cker, are you all poor? Why do you only have so little vitality stones?" The Virtuous Cultivator angrily shouted, searching through the Spiritual Rings one by one.

Toao refused to hand it over, and was knocked unconscious by the Virtuous Cultivator with another slap. Then, he forcibly took away the Spiritual Ring. In the bright golden light, he directly broke through the seal.

This made everyone dumbfounded.

A mere early stage Void Flight cultivator had actually broken through the seal of a late stage Void Flight cultivator. How powerful was his spiritual sense?

"Motherf * cker, a mere leader is so poor. What a waste. No wonder he's called a wolfdog leader."

Seeing a pile of mid grade vitality stones in the Spiritual Ring, and even some high grade vitality stones, the Virtuous Cultivator was overjoyed. However, on the surface, he was very dissatisfied.

Everyone was speechless. Was this really just a Daoist? Why was his mouth full of vulgarities? He was simply a bandit.

"It's your turn, you little thing." The Virtuous Cultivator walked towards the young man.

The latter's eyes were full of fear, and even fear. He was so scared that he couldn't stop trembling. He reached for the Spiritual Ring, having been completely frightened by the opponent's power. He didn't dare to complain anymore.

"Boom!"

Just as the Virtuous Cultivator walked in front of him, the other's frightened expression suddenly disappeared. A trace of hatred flashed through his eyes. Then, a terrifying aura surged around him, and he rushed towards the Virtuous Cultivator.

A forbidden weapon had exploded. It was equivalent to a powerful attack from a Grandmaster.

"Hmph, little bastard, you want to play mind games with me? You're still too inexperienced."

The Virtuous Cultivator sneered. He seemed to have been prepared. His figure continuously retreated. At the same time, a silver light rushed out from between his eyebrows, instantly turning into a lightning dragon. It collided with the forbidden weapon's attack, causing a deafening explosion.

Seeing this scene, the young man's face was drained of all color. This time, he was truly frightened.

When the energy dissipated, the Virtuous Cultivator flashed forward. With a cold smile, he slapped out the remaining half of the other's teeth. Then, he directly knocked the other out and forcefully took the Spiritual Ring.

His movements were so clean and swift that it made one wonder how many people he had practiced this on.

As expected, this guy was extremely rich. There was a lot of wealth in the Spiritual Ring. Apart from more than a hundred upper-grade vitality stones, there were also many mid-grade vitality stones. In addition, there were also two undamaged forbidden weapons.

"I don't want to kill women. Hand over your wealth." After robbing everyone, the Virtuous Cultivator's cold gaze fell on the seductive female cultivator.

The latter had long been scared silly. Her face was full of fear, and she trembled as she handed over the Spiritual Ring. The Virtuous Cultivator took the wealth and threw the Spiritual Ring back to her. Then, a cold smile flashed across his face. He snatched the Demon Ape from her arms, causing a series of screams.

"Shut up. I don't like trash like you," the Virtuous Cultivator shouted angrily and turned to leave.

A trace of hatred flashed through the woman's eyes. Then, a sharp blade appeared in her hand, and she stabbed towards the Virtuous Cultivator's back.

Slap!

But what rang out was a resounding slap. Instantly, a handprint appeared on the woman's face.

"If you have any more crooked thoughts, you'll die next time." The Virtuous Cultivator left without looking back.

The woman threw down the blade, her face full of fear.

"Everyone, it was fate that brought us together. Today, I'm very happy. We'll meet again someday." After returning all the Spiritual Rings to everyone, the Virtuous Cultivator smiled.

Hearing this, everyone had the urge to cry. How could this be called fate? All their wealth was gone. If this was called fate, then they wouldn't have met each other. This was also fate.

The Virtuous Cultivator was simply a god of plague. Everyone wanted him to leave immediately.

"Senior, that pet is mine." But at this moment, Zi Chen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.

"What?" The Virtuous Cultivator turned his head and looked at Zi Chen with dissatisfaction.

"The pet in your arms is mine. They took it before," Zi Chen said again.

"Is he an idiot? Can't he see the current situation?"

"He really is a brainless barbarian. This kind of god of plague should have just left. Why did he have to provoke him again?"

Everyone cursed in their hearts. They were afraid that this god of plague would be angered by the barbarian's words and kill him.

"What? You dare to steal my things? I hate people who steal things the most. Are you all animals? You even stole such a cute little fellow." The Virtuous Cultivator was indeed angry. But as soon as he spoke, everyone had the urge to vomit blood.

Furthermore, one or two of them weren't strong enough and directly fainted.

The others were all enduring, but they were very unhappy. They were all thinking that they had only stolen a little fellow, but he had stolen all of them.

Then, a shocking scene appeared. The Virtuous Loose Cultivator actually gave the little fellow to Zi Chen and said, "For you. I hate it when people steal things from me the most."

"Many thanks, senior."

Zi Chen took the little fellow with a smile.

The huge contrast between the Virtuous Cultivator's actions and actions caused everyone to vomit blood and faint.

"You people really are despicable. It seems this punishment isn't enough." The Virtuous Cultivator turned his head and looked at them again. His gaze became even colder.

Then, he picked up the cultivators one by one and threw them out. They were planted on the mountain rocks one by one like scallions being planted upside down.

He didn't even let the female cultivators go.