When he said 'cut the crap', Ji Hao's pair of fists burned with a silver fire.
When he said 'name your price', Ji Hao had already dropped the shell of the netherworld soul-devouring giant crayfish. He moved around Tushan Inkstone, who was dumbfounded, and smashed the screen behind Tushan Inkstone. Like a crazy bull, Ji Hao smashed a thick wall behind the screen and broke into a hall in the next room.
His fists were like shooting stars, leaving silver tails that were tens of thousands of meters long. With a terrifying aura that seemed to be able to destroy and destroy everything, he tore through the void and smashed towards the skinny Daoist who was sitting cross-legged on a black lotus a thousand miles away in the hall.
Yes, the hall next to the reception room of Tushan Chamber of Commerce was about a hundred meters in radius. But now, the space was folded by a powerful being, and a small world was built in the middle of the hall. The hall Ji Hao was in was around ten-thousand miles squared. The black lotus under the priest's feet had been releasing beams of dim black light, making this small world incomparably sturdy.
The dim black light rippled slightly. Ji Hao's heavy punch, which was powerful enough to shatter the space, swept across the small world. A few petals of the black lotus quivered slightly, then neutralized Ji Hao's heavy punch.
Visible ripples were stirred up in the small world. The spreading ripples followed closely behind Ji Hao's fists, smashing towards the scrawny priest's head.
Just now, when Ji Hao released the extremely cold power to freeze Tushan Inkstone, he suddenly sensed a great threat from the priest. He felt like walking on a dark street alone, and suddenly, an invisible being held a sharp dagger, with the tip of the dagger about to touch the skin on the back of his neck. Ji Hao instantly had goosebumps all over his body.
He was an extremely terrifying being, no less threatening than Priest Hua.
Ji Hao had been talking with Tushan Inkstone for such a long time. His spirit power had spread out in all directions, but he didn't discover anything strange in the hall next door, neither did he discover that such a terrifying being was hiding in it.
If Ji Hao didn't release the cold power to freeze Tushan Inkstone and stir up this priest's mind, which made the power vibration released from his body slightly to threaten Ji Hao, Ji Hao wouldn't have sensed his existence at all.
Ji Hao was curious, but also shocked. Because of his curiosity, and also because of his confidence in his own power, Ji Hao rushed past Tushan Inkstone, broke the screen and walls, and broke into this tiny world. He punched the priest with thirty percent of his strength.
"The extremely negative power … Are you really a spirit crayfish?" The priest looked at the silver flame on Ji Hao's hand in amazement. The edge of the silver flame had a mysterious blue color, making Ji Hao's fist look even more splendid, with an indescribable sense of holiness and mysteriousness contained in it.
What scared the priest even more was that Ji Hao's pair of fists seemed to be aimed straight at his head, but in fact, he felt that Ji Hao's pair of fists were moving erratically, as if they were changing their trajectories at any moment.
Ji Hao's fists seemed to have exposed all of his flaws and weaknesses, and the places that Ji Hao's fists had hit must be the most fatal weaknesses of his body.
How many years had it been since he last felt like this?
The priest also felt that he couldn't let Ji Hao's fists touch his body. Otherwise, he would definitely suffer, and be embarrassed in some way. Perhaps, his body would be damaged by Ji Hao's fists.
"Is this really a spirit crayfish? This fist, it's the fist of the great Dao of nature! "
Exclaiming in shock, the priest straightened his pair of sword-like long eyebrows. Looking at Ji Hao's swiftly approaching body and his dazzling pair of fists, he abruptly raised his right hand, straightened his forefinger and middle finger, and released a tens of thousands of meters long stream of sword power, fiercely piercing towards Ji Hao's fists.
Clang! A series of thunderous bangs could be heard. Ji Hao gave a muffled snort as he sensed a piercing pain from his fists. Blood splashed out, and the silver flame on his fists was shattered by the black sword power, transforming into silver sparks and flying back into Ji Hao's body.
The priest leaned backward slightly. The tens of thousands of meters long sword power he released was shattered by Ji Hao's combined move of the four moves. He straightened his forefinger and middle finger, pointing straight at Ji Hao. All of a sudden, along with a series of popping noise, the priest's jade-like fingernails were shattered. Two purple-golden drops of blood slowly dripped down from his fingertips.
"This … Are you really a spirit crayfish? Who are you? Why did you transform into a spirit crayfish and fight against me? " The black-robed man stared blankly at the two drops of purple-golden blood, then rose to his feet with a solemn expression. Eighteen blood-red sword lights swirled out from both sides of his body, slowly circling around him.
Ji Hao lowered his head and looked at his fists.
The sword power released by the priest easily tore open thirty-six bone-deep slashes on Ji Hao's fists. Blood spurted out from those slashes, and a piercing pain came from his fists. Additionally, a soft yet strong sword power lingered in those slashes, like maggots that could never be removed.
If he were an ordinary Divine Magus, this sword power alone would be enough to cripple his hands.
But Ji Hao had already reached a basic level of the Pan Gu body. He took a deep breath and let the blood fly back into his body. In the slashes on his fists, extremely thin strands of sword power were flushed by Ji Hao's spirit blood and transformed into strands of black mist, spurting out of his body.
The priest's scrawny face twitched slightly. He looked at Ji Hao with a more and more serious look in his eyes.
He clearly understood that his' netherworld sword power 'was made from the extremely negative and soft power, including the corpse power that accumulated in the netherworld for countless years. The sword power was soft and lingering, fierce and unstoppable. In terms of the lethality of the sword power, only one person in the world could surpass him.
The netherworld sword power ranked the second most destructive power in Pan Gu world, but it was so easily dispelled from Ji Hao's body. The priest was nearly driven crazy. If anyone dared to say that this old crayfish was a spirit crayfish, he would certainly pull out his soul and throw him into the netherworld fire to burn for a hundred million years.
Ji Hao looked at his fists, which were healing quickly, and also seriously looked at the priest.
By now, his body was impervious to all kinds of weapons, and not even ordinary divine weapons could leave a scratch on his skin. However, his fists were actually injured by a sword power released by the priest.
Although Ji Hao's bones weren't harmed, and only his skin was injured, this priest was still a terrifyingly powerful being.
Looking at the black lotus under the priest's feet, Ji Hao's eye corners twitched again. This lotus had layers of petals, and merely judging by its quality, it seemed to be no weaker than Priest Hua's true body, the seven-colored lotus from the Chaos!
"My friend, who are you?" Ji Hao straightened his waist and solemnly bowed to the priest.
"My friend, you can call me … Netherworld Hierarch!" The priest narrowed his eyes, looked at Ji Hao from head to toe, and said blandly, "My friend, you might not be familiar with my name, but you should have heard about my real name."
"My real name is Netherworld Priest!"
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