As a Warlock, in order to train his heart, he would deliberately visualize the eighteen forms of torture in the eighteen levels of hell.

When visualizing, the scene was real, and all kinds of torture seemed to be experienced personally.

But no matter how real it was, it was only a visual image, and it was not real at all.

However, after Zheng Jianfeng and Xiao Wen clashed and Daoist Priest Xuanxu said that they could begin, this scene caused everyone to feel a chill on their backs.

This was because it was real, and it was truly discovered in front of his eyes.

Just as Daoist Priest Xuanxu said that he could begin, Xiao Wen immediately extended his right index finger.

Everyone felt that the speed at which he extended his right index finger was very slow, but the moment he stretched out his hand, he was already in front of Zheng Jianfeng.

Just as the tip of his index finger touched the space between Zheng Jianfeng’s eyebrows, Zheng Jianfeng’s head was like a big watermelon falling from a height of five meters to the concrete floor.

With a bang, blood and brain fluid shot out from all directions.

When this scene happened, no one except Jiang Feng caught it. Xiao Wen looked at Zheng Jianfeng’s blood and brain fluid and licked his tongue, as if he was aroused by this scene.

“Young master!”

The elders of the Profound Division immediately reacted. They shouted loudly and subconsciously prepared to charge into the World Spiritist Arena.

Seeing this scene, Xiu Changsheng hurriedly shouted, “Stop them!”

Unfortunately, there were still two people from the Profound Division who were not stopped. They directly rushed into the World Spiritist Arena and quickly formed magic seals with their hands. They instantly took out their magic treasures and attacked Xiao Wen.

As before, Xiao Wen raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the two of them.

Soft, slow …

Normally, even ordinary people would be able to dodge such a speed. However, Zheng Jianfeng was unable to dodge it earlier, and the two members of the Profound Division were also unable to dodge it.

“Bang!”

First, there was a sound, and his brain burst open, blood splashing everywhere.

After that, Xiao Wen turned around and pointed at another person.

Without any suspense, another person died.

Both of them were dead, and Slim Changsheng sighed with his eyes wide open. The moment he sighed, Xiao Wen finally reacted. It turned out that Xiao Wen’s movements seemed to be very slow, but in reality, it only took him a single breath of time.

What kind of cultivation was this? What kind of realm?

Xiu Changsheng’s heart couldn’t help but thump. Even he wasn’t sure if he would be Xiao Wen’s opponent. If he were to face Xiao Wen’s finger, would he be able to dodge it?

The answer did not appear in Slender Life’s heart. Cold sweat soaked his slender brocade robe.

Xiao Wen’s direct and cold method of killing instantly intimidated those in the Profound Division who wanted to cause trouble for him. They no longer dared to rush into the World Spiritist Arena and cause trouble for Xiao Wen. Instead, they shouted at Xiu Changsheng, “Sect Leader Xiu, what exactly does he mean? The arena is better than the end of the battle. Why kill? Why!”

Slim Changsheng frowned and looked at Xiao Wen. Xiao Wen spread out his hands and smiled, “Why? Can’t we kill? I remember we signed a life and death contract.”

On the arena, there was no eye for the saber or sword, and any casualties would not be responsible. I can kill him, and I can allow him to kill me. “What’s wrong?”

“You … you’re so forceful!”

An old member of the Profound Division shouted angrily.

Xiao Wen, who was standing in the World Spiritist Arena, glanced at him. Suddenly, he raised his right hand and pointed at him with five fingers.

“Ah!”

The old member let out a miserable scream and a bloody hole appeared on his left chest. Blood flowed out of the blood hole, but it was empty inside.

Looking at Xiao Wen again, a heart in his hand was still beating.

Xiao Wen threw the heart in his hand onto the ground, and then casually glanced around.

This time, no one dared to speak anymore. Xiao Wen smiled with satisfaction and looked at Xiu Changsheng and asked, “Sect Master Xiu, can we start the next round?”

Xiu Changsheng gritted his teeth. Before he could speak, Ling Wu suddenly shouted, “I … I won’t compete anymore. I’ll abstain, I’ll abstain!”

As Ling Wu spoke, he ran out of the Martial Exercise Hall.

At this moment, Jiang Feng was the only one who had participated in the battle for the position of Minister of the Profound Division.

Xiao Wen stood in the World Spiritist Arena and looked at Jiang Feng with a faint smile. “How about Jiang Feng? Do you want to abstain?” He asked.

Jiang Feng nodded without hesitation, “Good, good, I abstain.”

Xiao Wen snorted disdainfully as his disdainful gaze shot towards Jiang Feng from all directions.

Who knew that after Jiang Feng took a deep breath, he added, “Then what, Xiao Wen? Call me ‘Daddy’ and I will immediately abstain from giving you the position of Director of the Profound Division. If this is considered strictly, it should be a child’s inheritance.”

As Jiang Feng spoke, he walked straight to the World Spiritist Arena.

Hearing Jiang Feng’s words, Xiao Wen was not angry. He only smiled faintly.

“Your tongue has never weakened.”

But before we begin, I would like to ask you, why is there not a single fluctuation in elemental energy when casting a spell, instead, there is a surge of hostility in every movement?

To tell you the truth, I suspect that you’re not using a spell, but a spell. Let me remind you, this Qishi Manor is not an ordinary place. “Take the Sect Leader I admire the most for example. He has always treated killing demons and eliminating devils as his own responsibility. If you were a Dark Warlock, I’m afraid it would be very difficult for you to walk out of today’s threshold.”

Hearing Jiang Feng’s words, Xiu Changsheng and the other Warlocks of Qishi Manor looked at Xiao Wen with hostile eyes.

Indeed, Xiao Wen’s technique was too violent. It would explode a person’s head or dig a person’s heart out. This did not seem like the style of a decent Warlock, but rather, it was very similar to the style of some bloodthirsty Dark Warlocks.

After all, Xiao Wen hadn’t been in contact with the spell for long, so he didn’t know that the spell could be divided into right and wrong.

He was slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted and said with a relaxed expression, “It’s fine. When the two of us have finished the competition, I am willing to let the Sect Master examine it carefully.”

After saying that, Xiao Wen slowly raised his right hand.

“Wait a moment!” Jiang Feng shouted again. “There’s one more thing I want to find out from you.”

“Tell me.” Xiao Wen wasn’t in a hurry to kill Jiang Feng. On the contrary, he was very interested in seeing Jiang Feng struggling desperately before he died.

After all, if a person died, then there would be nothing left. Only by letting him live, but feeling pain and fear all the time, could he truly be tortured.

Jiang Feng shook his clothes and asked Xiao Wen, “I just wanted to ask you if you are gay. If you are, I don’t want to have any physical contact with you. After all … there is a chance that you will take advantage of me.”

When Jiang Feng suddenly asked about this, Xiao Wen was a little surprised.

He took a slight breath and answered honestly, “I was, but I’m not.”

“F*ck! Aren’t you deceiving me? What do you mean before, now …”

“Are you going to compete or not? If you’re afraid of death, just admit defeat!”

Xiao Wen was finally getting impatient.

He discovered that no matter how his state of mind changed, he couldn’t help but be enraged by Jiang Feng when facing this bitch.

“Hey, look at you. Why are you so angry when I ask you a few questions? Isn’t Grandpa Jiang more afraid of you than me? I say, Little Wenzi, it’s not your father Jiang who said you. Your temper is not good when you’re anxious to get angry. When you get anxious to get angry, hemorrhoids will grow. When you get bigger, it will also affect your relationships. Besides …”

Jiang Feng could no longer continue after saying this, because Xiao Wen had already raised his right hand to him, and his index finger slowly pressed towards the center of his eyebrows.

With the previous few examples, the crowd outside the World Spiritist Arena immediately raised their hearts when they saw Xiao Wen doing this again.

Although Jiang Feng was already at the second stage of Soul Formation at such a young age, he probably still didn’t have the strength to fight against the unfathomable Xiao Wen.

Everyone seemed to have anticipated the scene of Jiang Feng’s head exploding.

As expected, Xiao Wen’s index finger quickly approached Jiang Feng’s left eyebrow.

“Kacha!”

Whoosh! Ah?

Outside the World Spiritist Arena, there was an uproar, and Jiang Feng was safe and sound inside the World Spiritist Arena. Xiao Wen let out a muffled snort.

Just as he was about to press his index finger between Jiang Feng’s eyebrows, Jiang Feng grabbed Xiao Wen’s right index finger and broke his finger.

“Don’t you know that it’s impolite to point at people like that with your hands?”

Jiang Feng asked Xiao Wen indifferently. Xiao Wen was shocked and exclaimed, “I … my strength! You tricked me, what kind of demonic technique did you use?”

“Demonic technique?” Jiang Feng revealed a faint smile, “I’ll tell you when I beat you into a pig’s head!”

As he spoke, the Thousand Feather Moonblade floated behind Jiang Feng.

Soon after, Jiang Feng rushed towards Xiao Wen. Xiao Wen tried again and found that he could clearly sense the boundless demonic energy in his body, but he was unable to communicate with it. It was as if the demonic energy had already fallen asleep in his dantian.

Bang!

Jiang Feng kicked Xiao Wen’s crotch from below like lightning, and Xiao Wen’s entire body was kicked flying by Jiang Feng.

When he was in midair, the Thousand Feather Moon Blade shot out and stabbed into Xiao Wen’s body from different angles. For a moment, he became like a hedgehog.

Boom!

Xiao Wen’s body landed on the ground with a loud explosion. Almost every part of his body was stabbed with a feather blade, and fresh blood was continuously flowing out.

Seeing that he didn’t move at all, he should be dead. After all, Xiao Wen’s head alone had at least twenty feathered blades stabbed into it. It was densely packed and looked terrifying.

However, Jiang Feng, who knew Xiao Wen’s true identity, was still a little worried. He was going to check whether Xiao Wen was dead or not.

He squatted down and probed his nose, then felt Xiao Wen’s pulse.

Jiang Feng heaved a sigh of relief.

However, in order to be safe, Jiang Feng immediately condensed the Fire Spirit Technique and prepared to cremate Xiao Wen on the spot.

Seeing a small fireball condense in front of Jiang Feng, Slim Changsheng immediately walked into the World Spiritist Arena.

“Nephew Jiang, what are you planning to do?”

“Sect Leader Xiao Wen’s identity is complex. I have to cremate him on the spot to prevent any further accidents.”

“This person is already dead. There’s no need to cremate him, right?”

As Slim Changsheng spoke, he reached out and placed his hand on Jiang Feng’s shoulder.

The small fireball that Jiang Feng had just condensed instantly extinguished. The reason why he used this fire spirit technique was to conceal the Star Purple Flame he had secretly used.

Now that the Fire Spirit Technique had been forcefully interrupted by Xiu Changsheng, Jiang Feng hurriedly put the Star Purple Flame back into his body.

He looked at Xiu Changsheng anxiously, “Sect Leader Xiu, do you know anything about this Xiao Wen …”

Hiss …

Suddenly, the sound of flesh tearing rang out.