Chapter 2107 - 1872: The Seed of Hatred
He turned back to look at Song Yun, the friendly expression on his face turning cold and vicious, with a hint of disdain and threat in his eyes.
He said coldly, "Kid, do you know why I brought you here?"
"No idea." Song Yun’s lips curled in a playful smile as he looked at Lang Qiang with a calm expression.
Seeing that he wasn’t afraid at all, Lang Qiang felt very annoyed and snorted coldly, "Hmph, kid, you’re just a useless outsider, totally unworthy to stand with our Wolf Spirit Clan."
"The captain taking you in is already a great favor to you."
"Otherwise, with your mere early-stage sss-level cultivation, you’d have died in this forest long ago."
"Yet you don’t know what’s good for you, and actually dare to try to get close to Miss Xiaoran."
"Miss Xiaoran is the woman the captain has his eye on. You’re just a toad, you’re not even worthy to talk to Miss Xiaoran."
"Now, I’m warning you, you’d better stay far away from Miss Xiaoran, or else, heh heh..."
Looking at Lang Qiang’s cold sneer, Song Yun asked, "Or else what?"
Lang Qiang’s eyes bulged, killing intent surging as he said, "The captain will make you die a horrible death?"
Song Yun’s lips curved slightly. "Are you done talking?"
Seeing that Song Yun wasn’t afraid at all in the face of his threats, Lang Qiang couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. This guy who was only at early-stage sss-level, could it be he wasn’t even afraid of the captain?
You had to know, there was a whole two realms difference between him and the captain.
Not to mention, the captain also had "Shen Wu". If they really fought, he’d only end up being eaten by that "Shen Wu".
The more Lang Qiang looked at Song Yun, the more displeased he felt.
He rolled his neck, making cracking sounds, and said coldly, "Kid, looks like you still haven’t realized how serious this is. Since you don’t know your place, I’ll act on the captain’s behalf and teach you a lesson first. Let you understand that getting close to Miss Xiaoran comes with a price."
"Oh yeah? Then I’ll let you know that provoking me is a mistake!"
Song Yun curled his lip, his expression suddenly turning cold and sharp.
The next moment.
He raised his right hand, and the Void-breaking Palm blasted straight at Lang Qiang.
The instant Song Yun unleashed the Void-breaking Palm, Lang Qiang still hadn’t reacted.
When a True Qi palm appeared out of the void and completely enveloped him, Lang Qiang’s eyes widened in disbelief.
At sss-level, you indeed could release True Qi outside the body, but it was always emitted from the body.
Song Yun’s way of directly releasing a palm shadow across empty air was simply unheard of, unseen before.
What made it even more unbelievable for Lang Qiang was that the pressure brought by this palm shadow, to him, even surpassed his own full-strength strike.
How was that possible?
An early-stage sss-level attack stronger than late-stage sss-level!?
"Ah!"
Lang Qiang cried out in shock, his figure moving as he dodged to the side.
But in the end his movement was half a beat too slow, and the Void-breaking Palm slammed into his body.
Bang—boom.
Lang Qiang staggered back several steps before he finally managed to steady himself.
He only felt the Qi-Blood in his body churning, then spat out a mouthful of black blood, but he wasn’t seriously injured.
He let out a breath of relief, looked at Song Yun, and mocked him with a cold smile. "Kid, that palm of yours looked pretty scary, but its killing power is way too trash."
"Oh yeah?" Song Yun smiled. "I only used twenty percent of my strength just now. Since you think that wasn’t enough, I’ll add a bit more power."
"What, twenty percent of your strength!?"
Lang Qiang’s face changed drastically, shock surging in his heart.
Just twenty percent of his strength was enough to knock him back and make him vomit blood.
If it was his full strength, wouldn’t that take his life?
Besides, that palm which suddenly appeared out of the void—he simply had no way to dodge it.
But to just admit defeat like this, Lang Qiang was unwilling.
"Kid, don’t try to bluff me."
Lang Qiang gritted his teeth, deciding to gamble.
His figure moved as he charged toward Song Yun.
But just as his feet moved, he realized Song Yun’s figure had disappeared.
"Courting death."
A cold, sharp voice rang out behind Lang Qiang.
His heart jolted; he hurriedly turned his head, only to see a palm swinging toward his face.
Smack.
A loud slap landed squarely on Lang Qiang’s face.
His face instantly swelled up.
"That weak?!"
Song Yun raised an eyebrow, surprised by Lang Qiang’s strength.
Although he was at mid-stage sss-level, compared to the Twelve Crowns Song Yun had fought before, his combat ability, reaction speed, and everything else were a whole level worse.
"You... you piece of trash, you actually dared to slap my face."
Lang Qiang glared at Song Yun, rubbing his cheek, feeling a burning pain.
Song Yun said with disdain, "If it weren’t for you being Miss Xiaoran’s bodyguard, you’d already be dead."
"Hmph, just an early-stage sss-level brat, and you dare be this arrogant!" A chilling killing intent flashed in Lang Qiang’s eyes as he said coldly, "Since that’s how it is, don’t blame me for summoning my giant wolf. I’ll let you see the true power of the Wolf Spirit Clan."
Hearing this, Song Yun understood.
The Beast Spirit Clan’s specialty was that they could command exotic beasts.
Although they themselves had reached mid-stage sss-level, their own combat strength wasn’t that great; they mainly relied on beasts to fight.
That was why Lang Qiang was so weak.
Facing Lang Qiang’s threat, Song Yun shrugged. "You can call your giant wolf over, but if you do, Xiaoran will come along too. When that happens, let’s see if you still dare lay a hand on me."
Lang Qiang snapped in fury, "You... you’re actually using Miss to threaten me!"
Song Yun put on a shameless expression. "Yup. What are you gonna do, bite me?"
With that, he ignored Lang Qiang, turned, and walked toward the direction of the camp, tossing back an order, "Pick up some dry firewood and bring it back. I’ll wait for you up ahead."