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"Stealing a chicken without losing the rice," Qi Family Head said, anger flaring within him. "I don't care if you get caught up in this; don't blame me. After all, it was you who plotted against me first."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the grand hall that Qi Hao took pride in, which had cost a fortune to build, began to shake violently.
Qi Hao sensed the disturbance and finally straightened up, his gaze dark and fixed on Sang Qingxiao as he slowly rose to his feet.
Sang Qingxiao felt a force pushing against her, emanating from Qi Hao's body. Wait, he also possesses Demon Catching Power? Could it be that he absorbed a Demon Catcher's soul? However, this Demon Catcher was of low rank; as Sang Qingxiao increased her output slightly, she noticed that he was beginning to struggle.
Qi Hao summoned other souls to resist her. Yet his resistance was hesitant and cautious; after all, those souls were his greatest trump card and the secret he least wanted others to know. It wasn't yet time for him to reveal everything.
Seizing on his hesitation, Sang Qingxiao swiftly dismantled the hall. The bricks and tiles didn't just collapse randomly; they shattered into dust. The fusion of her Demon Catching Power and Inner Strength showcased her profound skills.
Sang Qingxiao directed all the dust toward Qi Hao. When Zhang Jingxue was pulled out by her son, she got covered in quite a bit of it too. The choking dust didn't cause her any discomfort; instead, watching Qi Hao's disheveled state made her smile brightly.
The commotion attracted many guards and onlookers from the estate. The spectators didn't want to get involved in any trouble, while the guards were unsure how to intervene, so they stood back at a distance.
Qi Xiaomian pushed through the crowd and stood beside Sang Qingxiao.
Sang Qingxiao shot her an annoyed look. "You're a bit late; did Xiao Ye delay you on the way?"
Qi Xiaomian detected the sarcasm in her tone. "I stepped out for a moment; my substitute sent me a message, so I took longer."
"If you had arrived even later, I would have taken care of your father myself," Sang Qingxiao replied sharply.
"I'm sorry! Leaving wasn't the right choice. You rest over there for now; I'll handle things later."
"I just got irritated by your father for gathering this bunch of people to annoy me; you need to vent my frustrations!"
"What kind of people are they?"
"A bunch of rats from the gutter coming here to slander me for stealing their family's Cultivation Method."
"Don't worry; I taught them a lesson too."
"No need; I'll handle it myself. If I don't intimidate them first, every Tom, Dick, and Harry will dare to come before me and slander me at will."
Sang Qingxiao charged directly toward them without needing to summon her Spirit Familiars. As soon as her demon weapons were drawn, they surrounded the group completely.
Their white hair was not simply a sign of aging; the opponents from the Spirit Master Realm were clearly on a different level compared to those they had faced before. It wasn't that dealing with them was particularly difficult, but it certainly posed some challenges.
The five of them joined forces, attempting to blast open the weapon. After a few strikes, they discovered that the fragments had merged into Chains, tightening with each attack.
Jin Tong struck at the weapon while carefully probing from various angles. The more he tested, the more alarmed he became. The craftsmanship and intricate design were such that even if the Jin Family worked hard for another fifty years, they might not be able to achieve anything close to it.
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