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Hearing about the Demon Catcher being able to cultivate both paths was surprising. How could such a young girl, barely in her teens, manage to excel in both? Was he truly that ignorant?
There stood Miss Sang, waiting for Pang Yong to attack. Her small hands were so tiny that they couldn't even cover Pang Yong's fists. The moment their fists and palms met, Pang Yong was sent flying.
A tremendous wave of Inner Strength radiated from her, shocking everyone present. It was clear from her ease that she wasn't using her full power. People couldn't help but wonder, if she unleashed her full strength, how many from the Great Jing Dynasty could withstand her? And if she added the Demon Catching Power as support, how many could possibly defeat her?
She clearly had no intention of letting Pang Yong go. He lay on the ground, his organs damaged and blood pouring from his mouth. His body reacted faster than his brain; seeing Sang Qingxiao approach, he desperately tried to retreat until his back hit the wall.
"Don't run! Didn't you decide to die for your son?" she taunted. "Why not make it quick and not waste my time?"
"No, please spare me! I don't want to die!" he pleaded, contradicting himself.
"Oh, you don't want to die? Then shall I continue killing your son?"
Sang Qingxiao advanced step by step, a peach suddenly appearing in her hand. The peach was pitless; with a twist of her hands, she easily split it in half. After removing the pit, she savored the juicy flesh, crisp and sweet.
She squatted down in front of Pang Yong, smiling as she said, "I just thought of a very interesting way to die and can't wait to try it out. So let me ask you one last time: will it be you who dies or your son?"
Pang Yong trembled, unable to respond.
"Not going to answer? How about we die together then? After all, you were just thinking of killing me. You and your son can take the Underworld Road together and look after each other; that sounds nice."
As soon as Sang Qingxiao reached out, Pang Yong began shaking his head frantically.
"No! I don't want to die!"
Before he could give an answer, Sang Qingxiao didn't hesitate; as soon as her fingers brushed against his neck, he shouted, "I—I want to live! I want to live!"
Ah, just as expected.
She released her grip on his neck but then grabbed his hair instead, dragging him toward the unconscious Pang Chengzu.
On the way, she kicked aside Madam Pang, who tried to intervene.
As for Pang Chengzu's mother, Late Mother, she was indeed selfish, crawling away and distancing herself from her son.
With no obstacles left, Sang Qingxiao handed the peach pit to Pang Yong. "Feed this to your son."
Pang Yong hesitated, unsure of what to do with the peach pit, unwilling to take it.
"Then how about you eat it?"
Seeing Sang Qingxiao genuinely insist that he eat it, Pang Yong reluctantly accepted the pit, and suddenly, this eight-foot-tall man began to cry sorrowfully.
But Sang Qingxiao was unaffected by his tears, coldly observing the entire scene.
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