Chapter 14495 What kind of species are you?

The white-haired old man clasped his hands together abruptly, and the remaining power of his divine soul surged wildly, condensing into a golden fist shadow that slammed fiercely towards Lan Jingjing!

The other eleven people dared not be negligent either, and they all activated their life's cultivation. One of them summoned a huge bone staff, the Gu Clan Scorpion King released his last natal Gu, and the man in the bamboo hat once again turned his palm into a knife. The twelve powers gathered together to form a terrifying energy torrent, which met the petite figure with the power to destroy the world!
Thirteen peak Star River Realm experts joined forces to deal with a little girl. The scene was absurd and bizarre, but no one could laugh. Every face was filled with desperate, all-or-nothing determination.

Despite facing a power capable of destroying half of the Meteor Dragon Valley, Lan Jingjing showed no fear. She simply delivered a single, direct punch to the heart of the matter; her small fist glowed with a faint white light, seemingly powerless, yet carrying an aura of overwhelming force.

Punch out!

"Boom!"

Wherever the fist struck, space collapsed, black cracks spread in mid-air, and a violent and unparalleled power poured down like a galaxy!

The attacks of the white-haired elder and his companions were instantly thwarted. They were sent flying like kites with broken strings, spitting out blood and their souls trembling violently. The leader, the white-haired elder, had his soul almost shattered, with only a wisp of his soul barely holding on; the others were also severely injured and could not even stand steadily.

Lan Jingjing's strength completely overwhelmed everyone present!
A thousand feet away, the remnant soul of the white-haired old man steadied himself, suddenly looked up at the sky, and roared hoarsely, "People of the Holy Temple! Why aren't you making a move?! Are you all going to watch us all die here?!"

Lan Jingjing also looked up at the sky, and pulled out a fried dough cake from somewhere. She lowered her head and licked the honey oil from the corner of her mouth, her tone somewhat mocking: "Those hiding in the clouds, are you going to make a move? If you don't, your allies will all be dead."

Deep within the clouds, the hidden members of the Holy Temple stared intently at Lan Jingjing below, their expressions shifting between anger and uncertainty. They could sense the unfathomable aura emanating from Lan Jingjing and knew they were no match for her. Ultimately, they dared not reveal themselves, but quietly retreated, completely concealing themselves within the sea of clouds.

Lan Jingjing looked at the remnant soul of the white-haired old man, waved the fried cake in her hand, and said in a relaxed tone, "Look, they don't dare to come. Wait until I finish eating this fried cake, and then I'll send you on your final journey."

Ling Xiao hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward and whispered, "Um... how about we deal with them first before we eat? What if they run away?"

Lan Jingjing tilted her head and thought it made sense, so she handed the fried dough cake to Ling Xiao, her little hands still covered in honey oil: "Hold this for me, don't get it dirty."

Ling Xiao quickly took it with both hands, carefully holding it as if afraid of dropping it on the ground.

Lan Jingjing turned around and walked step by step toward the white-haired old man and the others who looked desperate. She grinned innocently, but there was no warmth in her eyes. Her voice was soft, but it was filled with a chilling cruelty: "Actually, I still want to eat people a little... Raw meat is crunchy, but it's a bit fishy."

She shook her head again, as if regretting it: "Never mind, it doesn't taste good raw. I still prefer it braised... But I don't have time to cook it now, so let's just crush your souls first."

Before she finished speaking, she had already transformed into a blur and rushed out!
Upon seeing this, the thirteen people were terrified!

The man in the straw hat gritted his teeth, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes. He suddenly activated the last bit of his divine soul power, his aura suddenly surged, leaving countless afterimages behind him, and his speed increased to the extreme!
In an instant, he gathered all the remaining strength in his body, turned his palm into a blade, and fiercely slashed at Lan Jingjing's seemingly most vulnerable head. This was his last desperate gamble. If he could hurt this girl, perhaps there would still be a glimmer of hope for her!
"boom!"

A muffled explosion resounded through the Meteor Dragon Valley, the shockwave carrying fragments of energy that spread outwards, even causing the sea of clouds to churn.

To everyone's astonishment, the energy chop that the man in the straw hat unleashed with all his might shattered like a burst bubble the moment it touched Lan Jingjing's clothes, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into the air. The remaining energy backfired on him, causing him to groan and sway.

The man in the straw hat's pupils constricted, his mind filled with nothing but horror. He turned to flee, but Lan Jingjing was more than ten times faster!
A blur flashed by, and she had already reached out with lightning speed. The moment her fingertips touched the man in the straw hat's neck, she gripped it tightly like an iron clamp. With a slight squeeze of her fingers, the air itself made a squeaking sound.

"Uh... let... let go!" The man in the straw hat's face instantly turned purplish-red. His feet left the ground, and his fingers frantically clawed at Lan Jingjing's wrist, his nails digging into her fair skin, yet leaving not a single mark. He stared intently at Lan Jingjing, his eyes filled with resentment and fear, his voice hoarse like a broken gong: "Why... why are you so strong..."

A crisp "crack" sounded, like the sound of gnawing on bone, particularly jarring in the silent Meteor Dragon Valley. Blood trickled down her lip, dripping onto the bluestone slabs, spreading into dark red patches.

Not far away, the remnant soul of the white-haired old man trembled violently. His originally solid soul body became somewhat transparent, and the sound of his teeth chattering could be heard from a hundred feet away. The remaining ten people were paralyzed on the ground. Some of them couldn't even move their fingers, while others curled up with unfocused eyes. They had never seen such a horrifying scene before. She was clearly a little girl who looked harmless, but her actions were more terrifying than the most ferocious demons!
But the next second, Lan Jingjing suddenly wrinkled her nose and threw the corpse of the man in the straw hat to the ground. She raised her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, leaving a glaring red mark on her fair skin, which made her look somewhat strangely innocent.

Lan Jingjing skipped back to Ling Xiao, holding out her small, blood-stained hand, palm up: "Where's my fried cake?"

Ling Xiao hadn't recovered from the terrifying scene just now. Hearing this, he jumped up and hurriedly handed over the fried dough cake he was carefully holding. His fingertips were trembling with nervousness, and he almost dropped the cake on the ground.

Lan Jingjing took the fried cake, brought it to her nose and smelled it. The frown that had been on her face finally relaxed. She took a big bite, and the sweet honey oil dripped down her chin. She didn't care. As she chewed, she mumbled, "Indeed... hot fried cakes are the best. That bite just now was a complete waste of time."

The sweet aroma of fried dough cakes mingled with the bloody stench of the man in the straw hat's corpse, creating an eerie and suffocating atmosphere. Ling Xiao watched Lan Jingjing eat the fried dough cakes as if no one else was around, and then recalled the horrifying scene from moments before. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his voice was dry and hoarse, as if rubbed with sandpaper: "You... what kind of species are you?"