Chapter 1061: Chapter 1061: Not Bowing to Heaven or Earth, How Could I Bow to You?

As the blood-red palm drew near, a cold glint flashed in Wang Qingfeng’s eyes. He raised his hand, sending a palm strike into the void to counter the blood-red palm.

Poof!

The two forces collided.

The blood-red palm, like a piece of foam, instantly turned into a mist of blood, quickly disappearing without a trace under the bewildered and shocked gazes of the crowd.

Along with it went the slightly staggering figure of Kong Kong.

“Hehe, little monk, is this all you’ve got? Truly disappointing!”

Having won a move, Wang Qingfeng laughed sinisterly. The light in his eyes grew increasingly venomous, and a faint black aura surfaced on his face.

“Amitabha, I didn’t expect you, benefactor, to even kill your descendants without hesitation, using dark magic to absorb their essence to replenish yourself. Truly cold-blooded to the extreme!”

Kong Kong did not answer Wang Qingfeng’s question. Instead, he gazed calmly at him, speaking each word with striking clarity.

“Cold-blooded? I don’t think so. I am the ancestor of the Wang family, and they should be prepared to sacrifice for my survival. As long as I live, I can pursue a higher level of martial arts. Then my Wang family will stand at the pinnacle again, becoming a great family!”

However, Wang Qingfeng dismissed Kong Kong’s words with disdain, believing it all to be as it should be, without a hint of guilt.

Moreover, as he finished speaking, Wang Qingfeng casually tossed the already withered body of Wang Zhankun aside as if discarding garbage.

Immediately after, Wang Qingfeng waved his hand again, directly grabbing Wang Qian with it.

“Old… Old Ancestor, you killed Zhankun. Are you going to kill me too?”

With Wang Qingfeng’s large hand holding him, Wang Qian stared at him in astonishment, his voice trembling as he spoke.

The previous scene where Wang Qingfeng killed Wang Zhankun for self-preservation was something Wang Qian had never imagined, nor had he ever considered.

After all, that was Wang Qingfeng’s descendant.

As the saying goes, even a fierce tiger doesn’t eat its cubs. How could Wang Qingfeng kill his own descendant?

Yet, no matter how much he didn’t want to believe it, the scene before him left him no choice but to accept it, as his life was now in Wang Qingfeng’s hands. A slight exertion of force from Wang Qingfeng’s hand could end his life.

“Sacrifice your life, and my cultivation will break through. Are you unwilling to sacrifice for me and the Wang family?”

Upon hearing Wang Qian’s words, Wang Qingfeng straightened his body instinctively, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at Wang Qian, as if hearing something unbelievable.

“Old Ancestor, I am willing to sacrifice for you, for the Wang family. But… but I am the current Family Head of the Wang family; I cannot die. If I die, the Wang family will be in chaos. They still need me to manage them!”

Wang Qian swallowed hard, speaking with quick wit, hoping Wang Qingfeng would change his mind and spare him.

The only argument he could hope would convince Wang Qingfeng not to kill him was his position as the current Family Head of the Wang family.

“Rest assured, I was once the Family Head of the Wang family too, so I am well-acquainted with the position. After your death, I will personally support a new Family Head among the Wang descendants, and I will lead the Wang family back to the peak, so you can sacrifice without worry!”

Upon hearing Wang Kun’s so-called reasoning, Wang Qingfeng chuckled lightly, speaking with indifference.

As soon as he finished, without waiting for Wang Kun to speak, Wang Qingfeng slightly exerted his grip, his fingers sinking into Wang Kun’s neck.

In that instant, Wang Zhen’s face turned ghastly as he opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to breathe.

But this was destined to be a futile hope.

Thud!

Moments later, Wang Zhen’s body fell lifelessly to the ground, as dry as a dead branch deprived of moisture, long devoid of life.

Wang Zhen’s eyes, however, were still terrifyingly wide, as if his eyeballs would pop out of his sockets.

With Wang Zhen’s death, the aura around Wang Qingfeng also surged rapidly, restoring him to the late stage of Divinity Transformation, his formidable presence gradually spreading outwards.

Feeling Wang Qingfeng’s current aura, everyone present was momentarily stunned.

Everyone there, including Wu Lao and the General, felt a slight shift in their emotions.

Wu Lao and the General were still defending against Bai Xiaofan’s powerful magical dragon technique.

Although several gray dragons had been intermittently killed in the process,

the number of gray dragons in Bai Xiaofan’s magical technique was not just a few.

There were dozens!

Moreover, much to Wu Lao and the General’s frustration, with each passing hour, the grey dragons seemed to grow even stronger, as if there was a hidden connection unknown to them.

Thus, the two were deeply troubled by Bai Xiaofan’s magical dragon technique, wasting significant effort.

Seeing Wang Qingfeng use the secret technique to not only heal himself but also fully recover his cultivation, returning to peak condition, Wu Lao and the General were extremely displeased.

But at this moment, hindered by Bai Xiaofan, they had no other way.

Otherwise, given their nature, they would never permit anyone stronger than them on the scene.

Meanwhile, Bai Xiaofan also found himself in a difficult situation.

The immortal essence within him was exhausted, all used to sustain the magical dragon technique, keeping it active.

Seeing Kong Kong get injured again and Wang Qingfeng returning to peak form, Bai Xiaofan felt powerless and frustrated!

“Little monk, are you scared now? If you kneel and surrender, I might consider sparing you. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Wang Qingfeng glared at Kong Kong with a menacing look, like a wolf staring at a sheep.

He had every reason to be arrogant, given his current power.

“Benefactor, your thoughts are too optimistic. This humble monk will never kneel to heaven or earth, not even to Buddha. Why would I kneel to you?”

Kong Kong smiled faintly, looking at Wang Qingfeng without much emotion in his eyes.

Your recovery in cultivation and injuries, what of it?

How could Kong Kong be easily threatened by anyone?

Looking at Wang Qingfeng, Kong Kong’s face, marked by blood lines, remained calm as still water.