Return of the Celestial King

Zhang Song suddenly bowed his head, his eyes narrowing as he said coldly,

"I never expected a brat like you to have such abundant Spiritual Power. It's just what I need!"

'If I can absorb this much Spiritual Power from Qin Tuo,' Zhang Song thought, 'maybe I'll be able to become an Elder in the Pavilion!'

But when Qin Tuo heard this, he simply shook his head, a look of contempt in his eyes.

"Oh, really? If you think you're so capable, then give it a try!"

The onlookers were all extremely tense and didn't dare to get close.

Zhang Song gave a sinister smile as he suddenly spread his hands, his palms swirling like two vortexes.

At that moment, everything inside the villa seemed to be pulled by a powerful suction force, involuntarily moving toward Zhang Song.

Even Huo Jianqiang and the others felt their bodies start to lose control!

Their faces filled with shock, they scrambled to hug the nearest pillars, barely managing to resist the powerful suction.

Meanwhile, Qin Tuo's Spiritual Power began to rush toward Zhang Song's hands.

The vast Spiritual Power surged forth relentlessly, like a mighty river flowing into him!

An arrogant expression appeared on Zhang Song's face. He knew that he was finally about to become the Elder he had always dreamed of being.

Yet, Qin Tuo remained perfectly calm, without a hint of panic.

He could tell that Zhang Song's Cultivation Technique was very similar to Elder Extinction's Absorption Technique, though it appeared to be even more advanced.

Seeing Qin Tuo's nonchalant expression, Zhang Song sneered inwardly.

'Keep acting tough, brat. You'll be on your knees crying and begging me in no time!'

However, he knew Qin Tuo wouldn't get a chance to beg for mercy, as he had already decided to drain him until he was a withered corpse.

Zhang Song continued to unleash his wicked technique, throwing the entire villa into chaos!

Meanwhile, Qin Tuo's Spiritual Power flowed endlessly into his palms.

However, Qin Tuo asked casually,

"How is it? Have you had your fill yet?"

Zhang Song ignored him, growing more excited the more he absorbed.

He was determined to drain Qin Tuo to death, making him perish slowly and in agony.

But after a little while, Zhang Song started to wonder.

'Why isn't his Spiritual Power completely drained yet?'

He looked up and noticed Qin Tuo's eyes, which were filled with amusement.

"Something's not right... There's something strange about you, brat..."

Zhang Song frowned.

Qin Tuo shook his head and sneered!

"Heh. Greed comes with a price!"

The moment he finished speaking, Qin Tuo waved his hand.

A strange power suddenly manifested!

Zhang Song suddenly felt that he could no longer absorb the Spiritual Power.

"Huh? What's going on? Absorb, damn it!"

Zhang Song gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his wicked technique.

However, the Spiritual Power didn't move an inch; it was no longer under his command.

This made Zhang Song sense that something was terribly wrong, and his scalp began to prickle with dread.

The scene that followed almost made him scream out loud!

He discovered that all of his own Spiritual Power was rapidly surging toward Qin Tuo's fingertips.

"Gods, what's happening?"

Zhang Song's face was a mask of horror, but he was powerless to stop it.

All Qin Tuo did was extend his five fingers, and the Spiritual Power in Zhang Song's body reversed course, flowing back as if it had lost all control!

In that instant, Qin Tuo not only reclaimed the Spiritual Power that had been drained from him but also absorbed all of Zhang Song's own Spiritual Power.

"No! Stop, brat! Stop right now..."

Zhang Song let out a desperate roar, his eyes filled with terror.

He finally understood what a terrifying person he had provoked, but it was too late for regrets!

His once healthy body withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The surrounding crowd watched this scene with lingering fear, still not daring to approach.

Before their very eyes, they all witnessed Zhang Song being drained by Qin Tuo into a withered corpse.

After absorbing Zhang Song's Spiritual Power, Qin Tuo felt the aura within his own body grow stronger.

Zhang Song could never have dreamed that his life would end in such a pathetic manner.

Qin Tuo landed slowly, a smile on his face as he looked at the crowd.

"Everyone, the fiend has been slain. You can all rest easy now!"

Hearing Qin Tuo's words, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Qiangwei managed a weak smile. She was about to say something, but her vision suddenly went dark, and she almost collapsed on the spot.

She was utterly exhausted and covered in wounds from the earlier fight in the black mist.

Seeing this, the injured Long Wu rushed over to support Qiangwei, his face filled with concern.

"Miss Qiangwei, are you all right?"

Long Wu asked urgently.

But Qiangwei's eyelids felt incredibly heavy; it was a struggle just to keep them open.

"Miss Qiangwei, don't scare me! You have to be okay!"

A note of panic crept into Long Wu's voice.

Without a word, Qin Tuo waved his hand, and a powerful surge of Spiritual Power enveloped both Long Wu and Qiangwei.

Under the influence of the Spiritual Power, their injuries gradually began to subside.

"Thank you, Celestial King!"

As they recovered, they quickly bowed their heads to Qin Tuo in gratitude.

This miraculous scene left Huo Jianqiang, who was watching from the sidelines, completely dumbfounded.

It was the first time he had witnessed Qin Tuo display such unimaginable power up close. His heart hammered in his chest, refusing to calm down.

Suddenly, as he looked at Qin Tuo, a bold idea took root in Huo Jianqiang's mind!

After a little while longer, Qiangwei had fully recovered. However, the sight of the corpses littering the ground made her heart ache, and tears began to fall!

These fallen disciples of Rose Hall were comrades who had followed her for many years, yet today, they had all been slaughtered by that monster, Zhang Song.

"My brothers... may you rest in peace. It's all my fault. I was too weak to protect you..."

Tears streamed down Qiangwei's face as she muttered to herself, utterly heartbroken.

Standing beside her, Long Wu opened his mouth to speak but didn't know how to console her.

Watching her, Qin Tuo clenched his fists, a terrifying killing intent rising in his eyes.

He snorted coldly and said,

"Don't worry. I will make the Blood Moon Pavilion pay for the blood they've spilled today!"

Hearing Qin Tuo's words, Qiangwei finally felt a little better.

She knew that she had little hope of avenging them herself; after all, if she couldn't even handle a single Zhang Song, how could she possibly take on the evil sect backing him?

However, Qiangwei had complete faith in Qin Tuo. She felt that her revenge would now surely be realized.

Then, Qin Tuo called over a few people and had them clean up the devastated courtyard.