The massive beast was sent flying, shrouded in smoke.
Xiao Qiang's face was grim as he looked around and said indifferently, "Who's next?"
Suddenly, a roar like that of a primitive beast came from the ground. The creature, with eight legs like spears, suddenly leapt up, enclosing Xiao Qiang in an instant, as if intending to bisect him right there and then. "Xiao Qiang, go to hell." The elder spoke calmly, as if about to kill an insignificant figure.
"Old fool, you talk too much!" Xiao Qiang's body shook, and the terrifying power of creation's True Qi burst forth, creating a storm centered on his body.
The storm spread outward, scattering the spear-like legs.
"Old fool, take my sword!" Xiao Qiang concentrated a sword with his finger, then soared against the heavens. Under his will, the sword thrust upwards at a forty-five-degree angle towards the elder.