Chapter 62: Jiang Cheng's Astonishing Battle Strength

  "Kill!" The white-haired man roared loudly as he threw a punch at Jiang Cheng.

  Watching the white-robed Soul Warrior charging towards him, Jiang Cheng didn't dodge or evade. Only when the fist wind was about to hit his face did he suddenly punch out a fierce blow. The war soul in his Dantian's Spiritual Ocean, the icy dragon, flashed brightly for an instant. A surge of ice-blue spiritual energy burst forth from his fist.

  Bang!

  Two fists collided silently, the imagined loud crashing sound did not come out.

  The figure of the fastest white-haired man froze in place, a streak of icy blue instantly spreading across his entire body, and a blue ice man suddenly appeared in this snowy landscape.

  The moment it appeared, a terrifying crack burst from the white-haired ice sculpture, and a crisp, cracking sound suddenly rang out, like the most terrifying devilish music, causing the other three people who were about to rush forward to turn pale with fright.

  The white hunters of the Bahe tribe, who had been surrounding them from afar and were just about to shoot Jiang Cheng with arrows, saw this scene and their eyes widened in shock, even dropping the bone arrows in their hands to the ground.

  "Ah!" The sound of gasping for air suddenly filled the air.

  "Attribute... Spiritual Power, Devouring Spirit Realm!" Watching the white-haired man shatter into a pile of ice blocks with just one punch, another Soul Warrior's eyes widened in shock.

  It's not that he is timid, but rather because what's in front of him is too terrifying.

  The white head that rushed the fastest was actually hit by Jiang Cheng's fist again and shattered into ice blocks! All over his body, he was first frozen into solid ice by Jiang Cheng's spiritual power, and then shattered into fragments by Jiang Cheng's powerful fist.

  He dares to say that even their tribe's great spirit, Bai Ce, does not have such terrifying combat power.

  "Hmm, this Ice Spirit's power is so terrifying?" Even Jiang Cheng himself was extremely shocked by the enemy in front of him turning into shattered ice.

  Jiang Cheng himself did not expect that the soul of war would evolve and merge with the cold ice dragon to obtain the cold ice spirit, which was so terrifying that it far exceeded his expectations, to the point where even he himself had a moment of stunned expression.

  Jiang Cheng had thought that the attribute spirit power from the Ice Dragon was formidable, but he hadn't expected it to be this formidable.

  But thinking about Song Yue's wood-based spiritual power that can heal severe injuries in a short period of time, it makes sense.

  However, the Soul Warriors of the Bai Hun Department apparently did not seize Jiang Cheng's opportunity for this battle. Their faces were filled with extremely shocked expressions, just like a frightened flock of sheep, and they fled in all directions.

  "Escape, escape quickly! Whoever goes back, report everything that happened here to Ling..." Another Soul Warrior's voice abruptly stopped.

  He was struck by Jiang Cheng's lightly flicked icy spiritual energy, freezing him stiff on the spot. The next instant, Jiang Cheng casually kicked out with one foot and instantly kicked this soul warrior into shattered ice.

  Massacre!

  It was purely a one-sided massacre!

  However, even if it was a massacre, Jiang Cheng did not show any mercy at all.

  The heroic spirits who died in battle require blood as a sacrifice!

  In a few breaths, only two soul warriors were left to be killed by Jiang Cheng. Those scattered hunters didn't even run out of 100 meters.

  Even if they fled in all directions, they could not escape Jiang Cheng's pursuit and killing.

  In front of a warrior from the Devouring Spirit Realm, is there any chance for an ordinary hunter to escape?

  Even for the Baihun tribe, the warriors of the Yi Ling realm are a force that can suppress an entire tribe.

  Moreover, Jiang Cheng is not an ordinary Soul Warrior of the Devouring Soul Realm. The difference in the War Soul's rank, during the Ascension Realm, may only be reflected in cultivation speed and physical strength, but once one breaks through to the Devouring Soul Realm, the quality of the War Soul directly determines a Soul Warrior's combat power.

  Once cultivation breaks through to the Soul Devouring Realm, under the same cultivation level, the high and low quality of the Battle Soul directly affects the final outcome of the battle.

  These warriors in front of him were at most mid-grade Huang-tier soul cultivators. In the face of Jiang Cheng, they weren't even worth mentioning.

  However, the remnants of Bai Heng's forces who were hiding in the Ge Shan department were all annihilated.

  It was probably the White Spirit General Bai Ce, who had personally arranged the ambush at that time, who did not expect that the power he thought could capture Jiang Cheng with certainty would be directly slaughtered by Jiang Cheng in one move.

  He couldn't have imagined that in such a short period of time, Jiang Cheng's cultivation would soar from the Seventh Realm of Qiankun to the Xue Ling Realm.

  To know that for ordinary soul warriors, even if they consume several years, it is not necessarily possible to break through the Lingyun boundary.

  Having killed more than twenty people, Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and continued to tidy up the corpses of his clansmen, especially when he saw Shi Tie's corpse, tears welled up in his eyes once again.

  "Stone Iron, go with peace of mind, I will definitely find a way to find our people and take care of Father. From now on, I will only be Sun Wukong, the invincible Sun Wukong in my heart!"

  With tears in his eyes, Jiang Cheng gathered all the corpses of his clansmen that he could find and concentrated them together. He punched out a few big holes, then placed each of the corpses into the holes, and poured oil on the hundreds of corpses from the broken clan houses.

  The next moment, flames shot up into the sky.

  Cremation, this is the rule of mountain hunters. In the mountains, if you don't cremate the body and bury it in a place where no one lives, wild beasts that smell blood will destroy the remains of their tribesmen.

  In the soaring flames, Jiang Cheng's figure twisted and turned, the long-circulated folk song that only people in the mountains could understand gradually drifted away with the wind. It was a farewell song for his tribe, mournful yet majestic.

  "The tomb of the heroic spirits of Kusunoki! Erected by Jiang Chengjing!"

  "The tomb of Ling Gong Lin E! Erected by Jiang Chengjing!"

  Among the flying gravel, two stone tablets with bold and vigorous large characters stood in front of two newly filled graves.

  Grandfather Lin Ou exploded his spiritual power with a secret technique, so there was no corpse left. Therefore, Jiang Cheng could only find some of Grandfather's belongings in the already dilapidated bamboo building and built a mound for him.

  The next moment, Jiang Cheng's killing intent rose between his eyebrows. He dragged the corpses of the Bai Hun tribe members he had just beheaded to the front of the two new graves. With a swing of his Red String Knife, more than ten good heads were offered as sacrifices in front of the two new graves.

  "Grandfather Jiang Cheng, our clansmen, rest in peace. I will personally behead that old traitor Bai Zhan and offer his head as a sacrifice to comfort your spirits!"

  After doing all this, Jiang Cheng stepped into the wooden building where Song Lan had once lived with a somewhat melancholy expression. As soon as he entered, everything from the past appeared before his eyes.

  Now thinking back carefully, the gentle and quiet wife of the past was taking care of Jiang Cheng.

  Jiang Cheng's clothes were torn, Song Lan would mend them. If they got dirty, Song Lan would quietly take them to wash and make them spotless before putting them back on Jiang Cheng's bed.

  When Jiang Cheng was alone, Song Lan would take the initiative to come and partner with him, although it was because Jiang Cheng's cooking was fresher and more delicious.

  But after eating, Song Yue will naturally wash the bowls and chopsticks, cleaning up neatly.

  At that time, Jiang Cheng had a strange feeling about all of that.

  Now, Jiang Cheng thoroughly understood what it meant by a sense of home.

  However, as a modern person, Jiang Cheng always looked down on 14 or 15-year-old girls as not being women yet. In fact, many 15 or 16-year-old girls in the clan had already become mothers.

  Even many of his relatives made fun of them, but Jiang Cheng never mentioned this matter and always thought that getting married should be at least eighteen years old.

  Even just a few days ago when the two were leaning against each other by the river, Jiang Cheng still insisted on this strange idea of his.

  Now that he thinks about it, Jiang Cheng feels particularly ridiculous. In his past life on Earth, were there any 15 or 16-year-old boys as strong as him?

  He took a deep sniff, hoping to catch the faint scent that had once filled Song Yue's room, but all he could smell was the bloody stench that permeated the entire Ge Shan Department.

  He touched the fine bite marks left by Song Yue on his left neck, Jiang Cheng's fist clenched fiercely: "Song Yue, one day, I will definitely bring you back!"

  He turned and ran downstairs, Jiang Cheng rushed to the front of the two new graves, knelt down with a loud thud, and knocked three times. "Grandfather, I'll go get that old thief Bai Ze's dog head to offer sacrifices to your spirits!"

  In the howling cold wind, Jiang Cheng's figure disappeared in the direction of Baishu Department Earth City, leaving behind two stone tablets and two new graves standing upright in the cold wind!

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