624: Chapter 624 Each with their own thoughts

Immortal Wanling took a step back.

The three-legged golden toad on his shoulder suddenly opened its mouth, and a golden poisonous mist surged out, filling the air for ten thousand miles in the blink of an eye.

Where the poisonous mist passed, the earth cracked, vegetation withered, and even the air turned an eerie gold.

Qin Han took a deep breath.

That poisonous mist filling the ten thousand miles seemed to be drawn by an invisible giant mouth, turning into a golden river that poured endlessly into his mouth.

He kept his mouth open, his cheeks bulging, as if he were drinking soup.

The three-legged golden toad sprayed desperately, while Qin Han kept sucking.

Three breaths later, the golden toad's cheeks were deflated, a "coo" sound of distress came from its throat, and its eyes stared at Qin Han in terror.

Qin Han closed his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed.

Then he burped.

"Burp—"

A golden smoke drifted from his mouth, carrying a strange, putrid smell.

Immortal Wanling's expression changed slightly—the Void Refinement Stage was a mixed bag, with Demon Race, transformed Yao Beast, and those Loose Cultivator of unknown origin.

He was no fool and immediately guessed something.

"You... what exactly are you?" Immortal Wanling's voice sounded dry.

Qin Han tilted his head and glanced at him.

"Guess."

Immortal Wanling turned and ran.

He had lived for eight thousand years and was never someone who cared too much about Face. If he couldn't win, he ran; this was the only secret to his survival until now.

With a flash, he was already ten thousand miles away.

Qin Han did not chase.

He simply stretched out his hand and grabbed gently in that direction.

Ten thousand miles away, Immortal Wanling's body suddenly stiffened.

An invisible force surged from all directions, like a giant invisible hand, gripping him tightly, so much so that he couldn't even move his fingers.

He struggled desperately, his internal spiritual power surged wildly, and he mobilized his Law Power with all his might, trying to break free from the shackles of that force.

It was useless.

That force was like a mountain, pressing steadily upon him, immovable.

He had lived for eight thousand years and had never seen such a method.

He felt his body flying backward—mountains, rivers, and clouds flashed by before his eyes, so fast they blurred into a smear.

By the time he could see clearly, Qin Han was already standing in front of him.

One hand was gripping his neck, the other was pinching the three-legged golden toad.

The golden toad kicked its three legs desperately, its cheeks bulging and deflating, bulging and deflating, golden poisonous mist spilling from the corners of its mouth, only to be sucked back in by Qin Han.

"Little friend... Fellow Daoist... Senior!" Immortal Wanling's voice was shrill and thin, "Everything is negotiable! This old man had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai..."

Qin Han ignored him.

He looked at the golden toad in his hand, then at Immortal Wanling, and swallowed.

"Be good, don't be afraid. It's normal to be a little nervous at first."

Immortal Wanling's pupils shrank, his mouth wide open, before he could even call out for mercy—

Qin Han opened his mouth, a vortex like a black hole spinning inside, and swallowed the golden toad in one gulp.

Then, another gulp, and he stuffed Immortal Wanling in as well.

He closed his mouth.

He chewed twice.

Gulp.

Swallowed.

He licked his lips, patted his stomach, and exhaled with satisfaction.

"Hmm, although it smells, the texture is not bad."

The wind blew.

On the devastated earth, rubble continued to roll down, and the remaining cracks in the Void Realm had not yet fully healed, the black openings opening and closing like silent mouths.

Qin Han stood in the center of the ruins, looking around, licking his tongue, and muttered.

"Are there any more lost ones?"

He looked around, not knowing where to go.

Outside the arena.

The scene of Qin Han displaying his Divine Might in the Void Refinement Stage stunned countless people.

The air seemed frozen.

It was quiet for a moment.

Then—

It exploded with an uproar.

"What kind of method is that? Grabbing someone from ten thousand miles away and swallowing them in one gulp?" A middle-aged Cultivator widened his eyes, his voice changing pitch.

"Why was that heaven-destroying Law Divine Ability completely unharmed when it struck him?" The person beside him covered his mouth, Face pale.

"How is this possible? Is this a Void Refining Cultivator?"

No one could answer him.

"Living in the same era as such a Prodigy, I don't know if it's luck or misfortune."

"That Nascent Soul female Cultivator was already like an ant looking up at a mountain to me, that Soul Transformation youth like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, but until I saw this Void Refining man..." A white-haired Golden Core elder sighed to the sky, his voice full of bitterness.

Venerable Cang Xuan in the crowd watched the screen, his brows slightly furrowed.

He had lived for ten thousand years and had seen countless Prodigy, but he had truly never seen someone who ate Void Refining Cultivator as snacks like this.

He shook his head and said in a low voice: "The younger generation is to be feared."

The person next to him didn't hear clearly and didn't dare to ask.

Everyone's gaze was still pinned on that ancient bronze mirror.

Qin Han looked around, licked his tongue, as if looking for the next prey.

Watching the scene of him licking his tongue, countless people in the square swallowed at the same time.

Not out of greed, but out of fear.

Inside a pavilion at an academy.

Instructor Huo Du stood up abruptly, his chair clattering to the ground.

"Impossible... This is impossible..."

He stared fixedly at the screen, his voice low, "The poison of that golden toad, even a Integration Stage Cultivator would be wary of it. He actually... just ate it?"

Instructor Jimie opened his eyes and shook his head slowly: "The strength of this person's Physical Body has already exceeded the scope of the Human Race Void Refining, it is somewhat like the Yao Race."

Instructor Chan Yi put his hands together: "Amitabha. This poor monk has traveled the Immortal Domain for thousands of years and has never seen such an anomaly. This child... is not simple."

Instructor Yun Yao didn't speak; her hand rested on her thigh, trembling slightly with excitement.

"When we were at the Peak of Void Refining, I'm afraid we wouldn't be his match." Young Master Lan held a teacup to his lips but forgot to drink.

Xuanyuan Ziyan stared at the figure on the screen, gritting her teeth, word by word: "This person... what is his background?"

Ancestor of the Mo Family was silent for a moment, then finally spoke, his voice very soft: "This old man has learned something new today, this generation... has too many Prodigy."

Elder Qi held a teacup, the tea had already gone cold, and he had forgotten to drink. His brows were knitted together, and he spoke slowly: "His Physical Body defense, I'm afraid no one under Body Integration can break."

Patriarch Sima Gongzhi didn't speak; he leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowed into slits, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, one by one, the rhythm was very slow.

Liu Tianxing's expression was normal, his voice kept very low: "If this child is a Loose Cultivator, we might as well pull him into the Heavenly Palace."

Yan Ji held a teacup, the tea had long since gone cold. She didn't drink it, nor did she put it down, just staring at the screen, her gaze complex.

A moment later, she turned to look at Liu Tianxing and nodded slowly: "That's right, this child must be pulled into our Heavenly Palace at all costs. At that time, our Heavenly Palace will surely add another Mahayana."

You didn't speak either, just calmly took a sip of spiritual tea.