God of Pets

Jiang Qiemo was indifferent; his target was Chen Guan, but if someone challenged him, he was willing to respond.

Seeing Jiang Qiemo ride out on horseback, everyone's gaze focused on him.

Jiang Qiemo and Jiang Tianqing looked somewhat alike; both tall and sunny types, but Jiang Tianqing was obviously more open and cheerful, while Jiang Qiemo seemed different, with a mix of sunshine and melancholy.

Especially his eyes, which appeared pure but concealed a story that intrigued others.

Even as opponents, the three women of Ding Shuangshuang couldn't help but glance at him a few times, secretly comparing him to Chen Guan.

When Chen Guan didn't reveal his physique, he looked too non-threatening, like the excellent boy-next-door with thick eyebrows and big eyes—although pleasing, he couldn't compare to Jiang Qiemo's clean and melancholic noble aura.

When everyone's gaze was fixed on Jiang Qiemo, Wing Zhilan issued his first command of the day as commander, which also turned out to be the final order of this battle to the seven people behind him.

"Each of you, use your most powerful Secret Skill to hit me with a palm or a punch, the stronger the better, the fiercer the better, do not hold back."

"Captain... you..." Hua Yinong and the three women felt extremely shocked, not knowing what he intended to do, with all seven attacking at full power, it seemed like they'd kill him.

"Remember what I said? This is an order." Wing Zhilan didn't turn around; his eyes were fixed on Jiang Qiemo, but his words were meant for Hua Yinong and the others.

While others hesitated, Shi Zhimen was the first to step forward, gathering Primordial Energy for a rare Secret Skill "Mountain-Displacing Palm" aimed at Wing Zhilan's back.

The palm power attacked Wing Zhilan's back, not injuring him, but raising Wing Zhilan's aura to a higher level, making his posture more upright and his vitality even more vigorous.

"Thank you," Wing Zhilan said in a low voice.

The others realized Wing Zhilan had some incredible Secret Skill, able to turn enemy attacks into his own strength; though they couldn't tell how much could be converted or any limitations, it was already amazing enough.

With Shi Zhimen's demonstration, the others no longer hesitated, stepping forward to use their Secret Skills, gathering Primordial Energy to hit Wing Zhilan's back.

With each Secret Skill hitting Wing Zhilan, his body grew more and more robust, seemingly about to burst through his armor, even starting to emit smoke due to the excessive Primordial Energy.

Observing Wing Zhilan's state, even Jiang Tianqing was startled: "Where did Wing Zhilan learn such a bizarre Secret Skill, able to transform others' attacks into his Primordial Energy? It's astonishing."

"Should I still go?" Chen Guan hesitated to attack Wing Zhilan as he noticed Wing Zhilan's Primordial Energy had begun to overflow, speculating his body couldn't hold much more; hitting further may not have much effect.

"Come on, the harder the better," Wing Zhilan shouted.

"Is that so? Then I'm coming." Since Wing Zhilan requested more force, Chen Guan directly used the Blood Hand Seal, augmented by the Secret Technique of One, striking Wing Zhilan's back with doubled potency.

Boom!

After this palm strike, Wing Zhilan's Silver Armor shattered into pieces.

It wasn't Chen Guan who broke it; Wing Zhilan's body directly burst through the armor, revealing steel-like muscles, and the rare Secret Spirit Pet, the Lion Horse, couldn't bear his weight, collapsing on the ground.

Wing Zhilan stepped off the horse and walked straight towards Jiang Qiemo, his Primordial Energy steaming, his muscle lines seeming explosive, making him appear immensely robust and full of power and heat.

With his helmet also burst, Wing Zhilan's long hair cascaded down, adding a touch of gentle beauty to his explosive masculine physique.

With each step, Wing Zhilan's aura strengthened, and his blood vessels bulged due to the intense Primordial Energy, like winding blue snakes encircling his body, akin to tattoos across his upper body.

The lower body couldn't be seen, leaving one to wonder if it was the same.

"Wing Zhilan's Primordial Energy fluctuation is so strong... it almost rivals a Second Awakening Cultivator... what kind of hellish Secret Skill is this... how can it have such terrifying effects..." Ximen Ding's face changed color, just watching Wing Zhilan approach, the powerful aura and Primordial Energy waves already shook his spirit, making him feel unable to compete.

Not only Ximen Ding, but spectators outside the parade ground felt the same as Ximen Ding.

The current Wing Zhilan was like a humanoid monster, his inner energy strong enough to make others feel inescapably unmatched.

Just like a human facing a large beast, natural fear arises.

This formidable spirit continued to rise; when Wing Zhilan reached Jiang Qiemo, his overflowing Primordial Energy made his long hair blow wildly.

"This is a technique I've painstakingly researched, combining the Secret Skills of Copper Skin Iron Bone Skill, Sea of All Rivers Skill, Yin Yang Wheel Technique, and Extreme Explosion Fist. I call it the 'Yin Yang Unity Extreme Explosion Fist.' When I use these four Secret Skills simultaneously, they influence each other, putting my body in a special state. In this state, any Primordial Energy that hits me not only doesn't hurt me but also transforms into energy for my use. The power of my punches will contain all the Primordial Energy I've absorbed from being hit. The harder I'm hit, the stronger the Extreme Explosion Fist becomes."

The crowd was utterly shocked. To be able to create a combined Secret Skill was something that only a few Secret Skill Masters could achieve.

No one expected that Wing Zhilan could create a combined Secret Skill with such powerful effects.

"Now I've taken the power of seven punches from seven people, and the Primordial Energy within me has increased to a level far surpassing the peak of the First Awakening, enough to compete with a Second Awakening Cultivator. Are you ready to take my punch?" As Wing Zhilan spoke, he slowly raised his right arm. The energy rising from it was almost tangible, like serpentine white mist, swirling around him and finally gathering towards his raised right arm.

Sitting on his horse without expression, Jiang Qiemo showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, unexpectedly dropped his wooden spear, dismounted, and approached Wing Zhilan.

"Hit me." Jiang Qiemo stared at Wing Zhilan's fist, uttering just two words.

"As you wish!" A smile appeared on Wing Zhilan's face. His right arm, pulled back to the extreme, suddenly shot forward, the fist power directly blasting the white mist entangled around his arm. The friction between the fist and the air produced a sound as loud as dragon roars and tiger howls.

In the sunlight, Wing Zhilan's massive, giant-like physique radiated light and heat, each muscle on his body seemingly exploding with power. The speed of his fist was faster than the sonic booms, disappearing upon being thrown as if it was teleportation.

No, it hadn't really disappeared; it was just that the fist's speed was so fast that the eye couldn't keep up with its movement.

As Wing Zhilan punched, his posture shifted, and the rock ground beneath his feet cracked, sending fragments flying in all directions. The terrifying power born from the ground reached the top of his fist.

Boom!

Few could see how Jiang Qiemo got hit; they only saw him bent over, flying backward like a cannonball.

He flew a dozen meters, crashing into the surrounding wall made of Black Stone from Beimang Mountain, creating a huge pit.

The Black Stone shattered, collapsing a section of the wall a few meters long, raising a cloud of dust.

The entire training ground fell silent. The force of Wing Zhilan's punch was unimaginably terrifying, sending a man flying meters and smashing through Black Stone and a wall. Such power was beyond what a First Awakening Cultivator could possess, and even a regular Second Awakening Cultivator might not deliver such a powerful punch.

"Jiang Qiemo can't be dead, can he?" Those who once trusted Jiang Qiemo deeply, having witnessed such a terrifying punch, conceived the thought that Jiang Qiemo might be dead. It was imaginable how frightening Wing Zhilan's punch truly was.

One had to understand that the one-meter-thick Black Stone wall, even under Xiu Haofeng's Shocking Wind Blade Energy, could only be left with blade marks, not cut through.

At this moment, standing on the field, Wing Zhilan seemed as unattainably powerful as a Demon God.

"Captain, you're amazing..." Ding Shuangshuang couldn't help but cheer.

Lin Wanqing and Hua Yinong also clenched their fists in excitement, thinking, "Even Jiang Qiemo, taking such a terrifying punch, must at least be seriously injured, right?"

As the dust settled, everyone saw Jiang Qiemo sitting slantwise on the pile of Black Stone, his armor covered in dust, his abdominal guard completely shattered, exposing his tight midsection and clearly defined ten-pack abs.

Seemingly everything looked reasonable, but what was unreasonable was that after such a heavy punch, his abdomen wasn't swollen or scarred, appearing perfectly normal except for some dust.

Wing Zhilan's pupils involuntarily contracted. He couldn't believe that his punch, clearly solid, left Jiang Qiemo without a scratch.

"A very impressive punch. It seems it's called the 'Yin Yang Unity Extreme Explosion Fist,' isn't it? I remember the name of this fist." Jiang Qiemo said as he stood up from the pile of rubble, disregarding the dust on him, and walked over to Wing Zhilan, saying, "Hit me again."

Wing Zhilan gritted his teeth and swung his fist again, using the Yin Yang Unity Extreme Explosion Fist. However, the previous punch had used up the support from the seven people, so the power of this punch was far less than the first.

Jiang Qiemo just extended his hand, grabbed Wing Zhilan's fist, which could advance no further, as if it was seized by iron clamps, unable to move in or out.

"Because you didn't take a hit, this punch lacks power, right? Then let me help you." Jiang Qiemo said, flashing in front of Wing Zhilan, his palms like lightning strikes, pounding on Wing Zhilan's chest, driving energy into his body.

Wing Zhilan gritted his teeth, using the Yin Yang Unity Extreme Explosion Fist, withstanding Jiang Qiemo's continuous blows, converting the Secret Skill energy Jiang Qiemo hit onto his body for his own use, filling his body with energy again. The powerful aura and energy fluctuations returned to him once more.

Even stronger than the blessing given by Chen Guan and the others, the energy white mist on Wing Zhilan's body had become one whole, covering his entire body like the Dragon Tiger Pill mist, the sound of dragon roars and tiger howls ringing incessantly in the mist, as if a fierce beast was about to burst forth from the mist.

Meanwhile, Jiang Qiemo sat heavily on the broken Black Stone wall, as if drained of Primordial Energy, unable to stand steadily due to energy exhaustion. He genuinely used his Primordial Energy to boost Wing Zhilan's Yin Yang Unity Extreme Explosion Fist.

"Come... hit me..." Jiang Qiemo sat there, still speaking to Wing Zhilan, very seriously, not joking.