Become a god by AFK starting from Naruto

Xingliu and the others mingled among the departing audience, discreetly following the child thieves and the performers.

They traversed winding, narrow streets and finally arrived at a secluded courtyard on the outskirts of the city.

Those people were clearly very vigilant. Before entering the courtyard, they carefully observed their surroundings and, after confirming that they were not being followed, quickly pushed open the door, slipped into the courtyard, and then closed the door tightly behind them.

Xingliu and the others did not rush to act. They sensed the location of the people inside the house for a while before quietly sneaking into the courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, the scene before them only fueled their anger.

A large crowd had gathered in the courtyard, bustling about. Some of them were menacingly guarding the children locked in cages.

The children were all dressed in rags and looked emaciated, clearly having suffered a great deal of torment.

They huddled helplessly in their cages, their cries rising and falling.

"What are you crying for? Do you want to taste your grandpa's whip?" a guard shouted menacingly at a crying child.

As he spoke, he seemed still not satisfied, and picked up the whip in his hand and lashed it hard against the cage.

The sharp crack of the whip terrified the children. They stopped crying, covered their mouths, and trembled with fear.

"That's enough, third brother."

A voice came from inside the house; it was the man who had performed the act of breaking a large stone on his chest.

He was clearly the leader of the gang, and the people who had just performed there were his accomplices.

“These kids are worth a lot of money, so don’t hurt them,” he warned.

Upon hearing this, the third brother immediately turned around and looked at him obsequiously: "No, boss, I was just trying to scare them. They cry every day, it's so annoying."

The leader waved his hand impatiently, then looked at the person next to him and asked, "Are those puppies still usable?"

The man shook his head: "It won't work, those puppies can't hold on any longer."

The leader sighed in frustration: "Then we'll pick two from this batch to replace them."

His words revealed coldness and ruthlessness, clearly showing that he did not regard these children as human beings at all.

Just then, Xingliu and the others appeared.

He overheard these appalling conversations, and anger burned fiercely within him.

With a wave of his hand, Xingliu used his spatial abilities to instantly teleport all the captured children to his side.

Then, he gently put the children into a deep sleep.

After all, what happens next might be too gory, so it's best to keep children away from it.

Chapter 190 Life and death

Xingliu's cold gaze swept over everyone in the courtyard, and he said to Qianxia, ​​"Leave one alive is enough."

Qianxia nodded to indicate that she understood, and then she walked steadily toward those people.

Their appearance and the complete disappearance of the children clearly triggered these people's nerves.

"Who are you people?!" the leader shouted, his voice filled with vigilance and unease. "Where are the children? Where have you taken them?!"

Chika did not answer; she never wasted her breath on someone who was about to die.

She rushed towards the third brother, who had just been waving a whip, intending to attack him first.

Seeing this, the leader no longer held back and ordered with a ferocious expression, "All of you, get her! Kill this woman!"

Seeing Qianxia charging straight at him, the third brother grinned maliciously and lashed out with his whip. However, to his surprise, Qianxia didn't even try to dodge; instead, she threw a punch at him.

This scene made the third brother swing his whip even harder, trying to use the force of the whip to block Qianxia's fist.

But the result was beyond their expectations.

The moment Chika's fist collided with the whip, the whip exploded into pieces.

Meanwhile, Chika delivered a powerful punch to the third brother.

The power of that punch was so great that one could almost hear the booming sound of the air being pierced.

The third brother was punched to the ground by Qianxia, ​​his body instantly deformed into a messy lump of flesh that couldn't be pried off.

It's clear that Chinatsu's training in superhuman strength is quite good.

This scene caused everyone present to gasp in horror as they stared at Qianxia.

The leader unconsciously swallowed, silently comparing his own strength with that of Qianxia.

He felt that his Iron Body Technique was utterly insignificant in the face of this power, and that he probably couldn't even withstand a single punch.

This terrifying disparity in strength made the leader feel somewhat desperate, but he knew that at this moment, he had to step forward, otherwise his men would completely collapse.

So he took a deep breath, trying to suppress his fear, and then shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to rouse his men's last fighting spirit:

"Don't be afraid! All of you, charge! She's all alone, but we outnumber her!"

However, his encouragement seemed so pale and powerless.

Before she finished speaking, Chika's figure had already flashed to the other person's side like a ghost.

Before the man could even utter a cry of surprise, he was struck in the chest by Qianxia's iron fist.

With a deafening roar, the man's body exploded like a broken rag doll, blood and flesh flying everywhere. The scene was so gruesome that it made one's eyes widen in horror.

The remaining people were completely devastated.

They were already intimidated by Chika's godlike strength, and now, witnessing their companion's tragic end, they were terrified out of their wits. They dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

"Spare me! Heroine, spare me!"

"We were forced into this situation and went astray. Please have mercy on us and let us go!"

The leader watched helplessly as his men knelt and begged for mercy one by one, his heart filled with unspeakable bitterness.

He knew that at this moment he was like a trapped beast fighting, his defeat was inevitable and there was no way to turn the tide.

So he quietly took a few steps back and turned to run away.

However, his wishful thinking failed.

Just when he thought he had successfully scaled the wall and was about to escape, he suddenly felt an invisible force bounce him back hard.

He covered his burning cheek and looked up. He saw that the once ordinary wall was now emitting a faint glow, like an insurmountable chasm between him and freedom.

Undeterred, he tried to break through again, but the result was the same; the seemingly thin barrier was as solid as an impenetrable fortress.

Suddenly, there was complete silence behind me.

He turned around stiffly, and the sight before him made his heart stop beating instantly, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of hell.

The men who had been kneeling and begging for mercy were now all lying in pools of blood, without exception.

Their eyes were filled with terror, but they could no longer utter a sound.

Chika was walking towards him step by step, and despite the bloody scene, she was not stained with a single drop of blood.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but it was as if something was blocking his throat, and he could only let out a weak whimper.

Chika walked to his side expressionlessly and, in an almost cruel manner, ruthlessly broke his limbs.

The intense pain nearly made him faint. She picked up the leader, who was now like a cripple, and walked back to Xingliu's side step by step.

"Xingliu, do you need me to probe his memories?"

Chika's voice was indifferent and calm, as if she were discussing the weather today.

However, for the leader, these words were like a death warrant, filling his heart with despair.

He knew perfectly well that once Chika probed his memories, all his secrets would be exposed, and he would completely lose his usefulness, with only death awaiting him.

However, the development of things was beyond his expectations.

Xingliu glanced at him expressionlessly and said calmly, "No need, I want him to tell me himself."

Upon hearing this, the leader felt as if he had grasped at the last straw.

A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. Although he knew his situation was still extremely dangerous, he was willing to try anything, even if it was only a one in ten thousand chance of survival.

Then, with tears streaming down his face, he began to confess: "I was wrong, I will tell you everything, just spare my life."

His voice trembled and humbly, a stark contrast to his previous arrogance when he bullied the children.

Xingliu sneered, completely ignoring his pleas for mercy.

He snapped his fingers, and the leader's body froze instantly.

He felt as if countless flames were burning wildly inside his body, causing him unbearable pain.

He opened his mouth in terror, trying to call for help, but could only let out weak sobs.

As the flames spread, the leader's body gradually turned to ashes.

His eyes were filled with fear and resentment, but in the end he could not escape his fate of death.

Not long after, he died a miserable death, leaving only a pile of black ashes.

Before Chika could even ask a question, the clump of ashes suddenly underwent a strange change.

It seemed as if time had reversed, slowly coalescing and eventually reverting to the form of the leader.

The leader suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for air, as if he had just crawled back from the edge of hell.

The fear and despair of his previous death still lingered in his eyes, but now there was a hint of desire for life.

However, Xingliu had no intention of letting him off the hook.

He looked coldly at the leader and said, "Don't rush me, die ten or more times first, then I'll listen to what you have to say."

Chapter 191 Zhang Zhiwei

Despair once again filled the depths of the leader's eyes, and at this moment he finally understood the true meaning of Xingliu's previous words.

That was by no means a merciful forgiveness, but a hellish journey that would subject him to endless suffering.

Each death and restart of his life relentlessly tore his soul and body apart, pushing him into an even deeper vortex of pain.

He cried out hoarsely, "No... please spare me, I beg you..."

However, his limbs felt as if they were pierced by thousands of needles, and the intense pain robbed him of all the strength to resist.

He could only lie helplessly on the ground like a lamb tied to a chopping board, letting the torrent of fear and pain rage in his heart.