Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 200: Living Yama Lin Ping’an Descends! Grandmaster? Grandmaster? With a Thought, All Are Annihilated!

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Living Yama Lin Ping’an Descends! Grandmaster? Grandmaster? With a Thought, All Are Annihilated!

As he walked, there were presences around him, yet he was unaware of them, except for that Grandmaster, who vaguely sensed something amiss as his premonition grew stronger.

Unfortunately, due to the vast difference in power, he couldn’t pinpoint where the problem lay and could only be secretly anxious.

Not far away, the subordinates were even more oblivious, whispering softly among themselves.

"So cowardly! He hasn’t even stepped out of the Academy’s gate till now!"

"It’s infuriating! Faced with the Zhao Family’s invitation, he doesn’t even show up.".

"Hmph! He disregards kindness; I don’t believe he can hide for long. One day, Lin Ping’an will..."

"..."

Listening to their snippets, Lin Ping’an remained unperturbed and didn’t pay much attention.

As for their purpose here, he had already deduced most of it during his spiritual exploration moments ago.

Moreover, the hostility hidden in their emotions was as conspicuous as a beacon in the darkness, easily perceivable.

Though the specifics remained unknown, Lin Ping’an was not inclined to continue exploring the truth slowly.

He might as well directly use the "Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing Hand" to extract the answers from their memories.

No guessing needed, no pondering required, ensuring authenticity.

As for whether this process would leave the searched person in a foolish state or other subsequent issues.

It doesn’t matter!

From the moment Lin Ping’an detected their hostility towards him, their death was inevitable.

As the saying goes, when Yama wants you to die at three o’clock, who dares keep you until five?

Encountering Lin Ping’an, akin to a living Yama, their fate was already sealed.

He casually approached the Grandmaster Martial Artist, stretched out his hand, and grasped his head.

In the next moment.

"Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing Hand" activated!

Faced with the sudden soul torment, the Grandmaster Martial Artist immediately reacted, attempting to erupt his Qi Blood.

However, no matter how hard he tried, it seemed his body would not obey, unable to control anything.

It was at this moment that the Grandmaster Martial Artist realized he had been silently and stealthily suppressed, unable to move.

Endless pain welled up in his heart, tearing his soul apart, with memories flipping in his mind, lightly searched and examined by Lin Ping’an.

Vaguely, before losing consciousness, the Grandmaster Martial Artist finally saw the face of the instigator.

Lin... Lin... Lin Ping’an?

It turned out... it turned out... it was him!!!

Wrong!

Everything was wrong!

After the moment of shock, all thoughts vanished, leaving only silent agony and torture.

If heaven could grant this Grandmaster Martial Artist another chance, he definitely wouldn’t travel from afar to deliver his own demise.

Before he even had the chance to strike, the target appeared first, wiping out those who were ready to take action.

Absurd, laughable, and slightly ironic.

"Ahhh... uh... uh... muffled... uh..."

At this moment, numerous subordinates stood dumbfounded, staring at the Grandmaster Martial Artist, all frozen in place.

During the Soul-Search, he trembled like being electrocuted, hands flailing, face contorted, eyes rolling back, with incomprehensible murmurs and cries slipping from his lips.

"What? What’s happening?"

"Oh my God! What’s wrong with Tributor Zhao?"

"Looks like... looks like he’s being electrocuted!"

"You must be joking! Tributor Zhao is a Seventh Grade Grandmaster, afraid of electricity? He must be practicing some unknown profound Martial Techniques or Cultivation Technique."

"..."

After a few moments, a newly minted Seventh Grade Grandmaster-level simpleton emerged.

"Haha... Drink granny... Drink milk... Drink granny..."

In that instant, everyone watched their drooling, foolish-looking superior, all falling into silence.

As they pondered endlessly, suddenly their vision darkened, losing all awareness and consciousness.

"Crash crash... crash crash... clang... thud... crash..."

Numerous martial artist subordinates fell to the ground, or onto tables or sofas, piling up everywhere.

And each lost consciousness, their Spiritual Power obliterated.

In an instant, all these troublemakers had turned into idiots.

Seeing the scene before him, Lin Ping’an pondered slightly, his Spiritual Power sweeping over once more, shredding their brains again.

A moment later, everyone was lifeless, their bodies growing cold and turning into corpses.

Thereafter, the third location, fourth location, fifth location... one place after another, each time Lin Ping’an operated in the same manner.

First using "Soul-Searching and Soul-Seizing Hand" to obtain memories and intelligence, then mercilessly exterminating them.

In those other places, most brought no subordinates, only one or two Grandmaster-level Martial Artists were present.

However, Seventh Grade Grandmasters were nothing to Lin Ping’an, easily exterminated with a glance.

One might even say that there was no chance for them to act, falling silently, unaware of what had happened.

Even when he encountered an Eighth Grade Grandmaster, the process and result remained unchanged, not even a ripple was stirred.

An hour later, Lin Ping’an returned silently to his residence within the Great Xia Academy, as if he had never left.

No one knew of his recent venture outside to eliminate a slew of suspicious enemies.

Among them were five Seventh Grade Grandmasters and one Eighth Grade Grandmaster.

Inside the villa, Lin Ping’an, sorting through those documents and memories, murmured softly to himself.

"Li Family! Zhao Family? Murong Family? High Martial Version of Noble Families huh! Interesting! And Sects? Heh! They’ve got their eyes on me!"

"Trying to treat me, Lin Ping’an, as a pushover, is simply seeking their own death!"

"Purposely? Forget it! These trash came to die, just casually clearing them up, a little activity in leisure!"

"..."

Soon, he had nearly deduced the cause and effect of the events.

Regarding the little schemes held by the Martial Arts Association President, or rather the Three Giants of Great Xia, he swiftly analyzed them thoroughly.

However, he did not overly care about these matters.

After all, it was a matter of convenience.

Furthermore, he owes his growth during his weakest times to the Martial Arts Association, or the Great Xia’s Three Giants for setting the Great Xia’s prohibition.

Otherwise, who knows whether he would have reached today.

For these reasons, he somewhat tolerates them, maintaining a certain leniency.

But as for the potentially dark Sect Family Clans within, he harbors no goodwill whatsoever.

Currently, those people have set their sights on Lin Ping’an.

Ridiculous, somewhat suicidal!

In fact, for these sordid matters currently faced, Lin Ping’an had been wary and contemplative since his weakest days.

Thus, during his time of inadequate power, he made numerous precautions.

Nowadays, it proves that his past actions were exceedingly correct.

Otherwise, if he truly had only Fourth Grade strength now, facing these Grandmasters’ ambush and oppression, it would be disastrous.

Reality is not like a novel; you cannot always rely on fortunate encounters to avert danger.

If Lin Ping’an truly found himself in the imagined predicament, he couldn’t guarantee overcoming adversity.

Throughout history, many renowned geniuses have fallen along the path to the peak in countless numbers.

If life is lost, everything becomes void, leaving only regret!

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