Ranking Of Kings: My Land Is SSS Rank

This move looked no different from normal hoeing. Logically speaking, it should be able to dig out a large piece of soil from the ground, and almost any farmer would know how to use it.

This was the most common posture and action in daily labor. Farmers had to swing their hoes hundreds or thousands of times a day or even more.

The action of swinging the hoe had long become an instinct, and this instinct had been integrated into their blood. It allowed them to have a clear understanding of any land. By picking up the hoe and looking at a piece, they would know whether the land was good or bad of land, how much strength did they have to use, and where did they have to start digging.

Practice made perfect meant an instinct.

Pfft!

However, liquid splashed out from the ground when the hoe hit it. The thick smell of blood instantly filled the air.

The liquid was not water, but blood!

"It's the blood! Oh no, it's the enemy hiding underground."

Fu Mingxue's gaze focused as his eyes narrowed.

In this place, those who were hiding underground were not their people.

All of their warriors were gathered here, and no one was hiding underground. This person's concealment ability was truly superb and outstanding. It was so outstanding that no one could detect it at such a close distance.

This kind of concealment technique was terrifying.

If he was an assassin, it would be impossible to avoid him once he started killing people at such a distance.

"Sigh! I even managed to dig out a rat with my hoe?"

The old farmer dug out the corpse from the ground with a strange expression.

The hoe was struck right on the head of the corpse, at the top of his skull! As expected of "Soul Imprint", the person died in one swing of the hoe.

However, the corpse still had not died in peace. His eyes were filled with disbelief. He had not thought that he would die at the hands of an unremarkable farmer while hiding underground. He had even been killed by a hoe.

This death was too unjust and aggrieved!

He was so aggrieved that his unwillingness was completely revealed on his face, and he died with grievances.

"Scorpion race!"

The moment the body was dug out, Li Xiang and the others immediately recognized the identity of the body.

The upper half of its body was a human, and the lower half was a scorpion. The characteristics were too obvious. Being able to hide underground silently was completely understandable if it was from the Scorpion race. This race's concealment techniques allowed them to survive underground. This person was not an ordinary Scorpion race member, but a powerhouse in the divine realm.

However, such an expert had died under the hoe of a farmer. If this were to spread, it would simply be a joke.

"This old man is not an ordinary farmer!"

Li Xiang, Alice, and the others looked at each other and saw a trace of seriousness in each other's eyes.

How could an ordinary farmer kill a divine realm powerhouse? Even if he found the right spot and coincidentally struck the other party, it would be impossible to break through the defenses of a divine realm powerhouse. Even if he did not know about anything, an ordinary hoe would not be able to hurt a divine realm powerhouse at all.

Although a powerhouse in the divine realm was not invulnerable, even a divine weapon in the hands of a common person could not harm him or her, let alone an ordinary hoe.

Moreover, Li Xiang didn't believe that the Scorpion race's powerhouse underground couldn't sense that hoe. It wouldn't be difficult for it to dodge once it sensed the situation.

However, it did not dodge. Or rather, it died under such a hoe. There was something strange about this. It looked like an ordinary hoe, but it had killed a divine realm powerhouse.

"Take my eighteen styles of might- Fierce bull crossing the river!"

The old farmer seemed to be very excited. He threw the hoe in his hand and rushed forward. His aura was like an old bull plowing the fields, which buried its head in hard work, moving forward in a straight line.

The old bull that plowed the fields had great strength!

In ancient times on Earth, bulls were extremely precious and rare. Any one of them was a treasure. If one raised a bull, one had to register it with the government and couldn't kill it. One had to serve it like an ancestor.

However, many farmers could not count on bulls. After all, there were too few of them. Most of the time, it was not the bulls that were plowing the fields but the farmers.

It was normal to treat people like bulls.

To plow the fields, one needed endurance and explosive power.

This charge was like an old bull charging forward.

Bang!

In the air in front of him, there was a sudden violent collision as if he had hit an obstacle.

Pfft!

A black-clothed figure was knocked out, and it even spat out blood. Even the fragments of its internal organs were spurted out. It could be seen that this was an extremely handsome elf, but it was emitting a dark aura.

With this collision, its eyes were closed and it was no longer breathing in midair.

It was killed by the old farmer just like that.

"Where did this fellow come from? Why is he blocking me? Now that you've been killed by my 'fierce bull crossing the river', don't blame me." The old farmer looked at the elf which had fallen to the ground and was no longer breathing. He let out a sigh.

"Dark Night Elf, an assassin in the shadows, one of the races best at hiding. It was hiding just around us and was killed by a headshot. What a joke!"

Alice's face could not help but twitch.

The Dark Night Elf was an extremely terrifying race. They were different from ordinary elves, and their abilities were extremely strange. They had always lived in the underground world, and they were mortal enemies with ordinary elves. Their assassination skills were terrifying. This point could be seen from the fact that no one had noticed it even when it was hiding nearby.

A Dark Night Elf expert was killed by a farmer. What a joke!

"Eighteen styles of might- Old man pushing the cart!"

The old farmer took another step forward and clenched his fists, making it look like he was pushing a cart with both hands. He pushed forward with both fists.

Bang!

Two muffled groans were heard as the two Werewolves were hit by the fists. They were sent flying in the air. Their eyes lost their luster while they were still in the air, then they fell heavily and became motionless. They were dead.

They died a clean death.

Another two divine realm powerhouses.

He could sense from their auras that the Werewolves were all powerhouses below Rank 3 of the divine realm. However, they were still in the divine realm. They were also existences that could use the Laws, but now they had died in such an aggrieved manner.

"Hiss..."

This scene made Ye Qiu and the others suck in a breath of cold air, and they looked at the old farmer in shock.