"Brother, you're too reckless." Priest Mu waved the colorful branch at Ji Hao, signaling him to stop. Then, he turned around and sighed, shaking his head to Priest Hua with a bitter face.
Priest Hua's eyes sparkled with a dim seven-colored light, then Great Freedom's chuckle could be heard, "Advance rashly? Priest Mu, do you think that Priest Hua intentionally let me … "
Before Great Freedom finished, strands of warm mist rose from around Priest Hua's body, and lotuses bloomed from the mist. The dim seven-colored light faded from Priest Mu's eyes. His eyes turned clear, bright, deep, and unfathomable.
"Brother, I'm not reckless. I can create all kinds of worlds with these devils, refine my soul in the boundless devils, and understand the great Dao of evolvement. This is only one way of cultivation. " Priest Hua smiled faintly. He glanced at the arm floating in front of him, which was cut off by Ji Hao with a slight surprise. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Ji Hao, my little friend, you've really surprised me. I didn't think that your Dao of sword has reached such a high level. "
A clear light spot flew out from Priest Hua's fingertip and hovered around the broken arm, then the arm connected itself. A faint aroma spread out from the wound, and soon, Priest Hua's broken arm had healed completely, without leaving a single trace.
Holding the Pan Gu sword, Ji Hao calmly nodded to Priest Hua and said, "Thank you, Shifu. Compared to you, my Dao of sword is not even worth mentioning."
Priest Hua chuckled. He gave Ji Hao a complicated glance, then fixed his eyes on the lusterless Pan Gu sword in Ji Hao's hands. Immediately, Ji Hao sensed an especially strong spirit power surge out of Priest Hua's eyes, carefully circling around the Pan Gu sword and examining it.
The Pan Gu sword remained motionless. Priest Hua scanned the sword with his spirit power for quite a while, but failed to see through this sword.
"Compared to my friend Yu Yu, your Dao of sword is indeed not even worth mentioning. Your Sword Dao is not good, but you can cut off my arm with one strike. It can only be because your sword is too good, too good, too good. " Without taking his eyes off the Pan Gu sword, Priest Hua sighed and said, "Just now, it wasn't my true self that controlled me. Instead, it was Great Freedom who possessed me, and he could only release about thirty percent of my power …"
As his eyes shone brightly, Priest Hua stared at the Pan Gu sword and said word by word, "Even with only thirty percent of my power, you broke my arm with a single move. This sword …"
Ji Hao smilingly shook his head to Priest Hua and said, "This sword is not destined to be yours, so don't say your catchphrase. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Priest Hua's face instantly darkened.
How could he not be embarrassed? With his status, his arm was cut off by a junior. Ever since he attained his great Dao in the Chaos, before Pan Gu created the world, when had he ever suffered such a great loss?
Back then, even though he had fought against Yu Yu many times, both openly and secretly, Yu Yu had only left a few sword marks on his body, and had never broken any of his limbs. Priest Hua, the leader of a great sect, one of the few supreme beings in Pan Gu world, had his arm cut off by Yu Yu's disciple.
If anyone else knew about this, Priest Hua would be too ashamed to show his face in the world.
Looking around, Priest Hua's eyes darted around, and a strong intent of killing slowly spread out of his eyes.
Priest Mu moved swiftly and flashed to behind Ji Hao, sandwiching Ji Hao with Priest Hua.
Immediately, Priest Hua laughed out loud and said, "Brother, just stay aside and watch. A kid like this isn't worthy for you to do it yourself!"
While laughing, Priest Hua didn't make a move himself. Instead, he slapped on his own head. A jade chime could be heard as a white, jade-like stream of light dazzled out from his head. A three-meters tall, three-headed, eight-armed, jade-white, jade-like clone of Priest Hua dashed out of the light, wearing a robe made from countless glowing pearls. Each of the clone's eight arms was holding a special weapon.
Priest Hua coldly glanced at Ji Hao, then silently dove down from the sky, wielding the weapons with his eight arms and striking down on Ji Hao like a storm.
The weapons held in the hands of this white, jade-like clone had different colors. Ji Hao sensed the strong emotions and desires from them. The eight weapons were actually made from extremely pure emotions and desires, condensed from an immeasurable amount of spirit power. If an ordinary human being suffered a strike from these weapons, all kinds of emotions and desires would be triggered, and all kinds of inner devils would be generated. With a single mistake, the human being would be distracted by the evil fire, and his or her soul would perish.
The Pan Gu bell buzzed and released streams of Chaos power. The weapons held in the hands of the white jade clone landed on the bell like a heavy rain, but not a single weapon managed to touch Ji Hao's body.
Priest Hua's expression changed slightly. He chuckled and said, "Kid, you're not bad. This bell …"
Ji Hao interrupted Priest Hua, slightly shook his head, smiled and said, "This bell has nothing to do with you."
Priest Hua laughed. He raised a gentle gust of wind and slowly slapped down towards Ji Hao with his left hand, "Destined to be yours? This isn't something kids like you can understand. The great Dao of nature is unpredictable, the great Dao of nature is unpredictable, this is fate … "
Before Priest Hua finished, his left hand had already pressed on the Pan Gu bell.
Buzz! The space around Ji Hao exploded. Pan Heng's body, which was cut in half by Ji Hao, was blasted into pieces, scattering in all directions. The Pan Gu bell quaked intensely, vibrating the space and attempting to break the bell's defense with a thunderous force.
Nevertheless, the Pan Gu bell blocked this strike from Priest Hua. Ji Hao tried his best to endure the vibration caused by the bell while silently lunging the Pan Gu sword towards Priest Hua's palm, leaving a dim beam of sword light in the air.
Priest Hua gave a muffled snort. His palm was penetrated by the Pan Gu sword. Surely, he couldn't finish his speech. Instead, he dragged his injured palm backward as fast as he could.
Priest Hua's look changed completely. He stared at Ji Hao, trembling slightly. The anger in his heart seemed to even be able to smash a hole in the sky. Once again, he was wounded by Ji Hao's sword, by Yu Yu's disciple!
Priest Hua's expression changed as well. Just now, Priest Hua launched the strike with all his power.
He clearly saw that Priest Hua launched the strike with all of his power, intending to kill Ji Hao with a single strike.
However, with the help of the Pan Gu bell, which even Priest Mu didn't know about, Ji Hao took this strike from Priest Hua. Ji Hao seemed to be struggling a bit, but he took a full-power strike from Priest Hua.
The sword held in his hand easily penetrated Priest Hua's palm.
Priest Mu's face turned extremely bitter, as if his blood was even dripping down from his face. He looked at Ji Hao with a complicated look, sighed, and said, "Yu Yu, my friend, is lucky. His eldest disciple, Priest Po, took a palm strike from me back then, but was only injured. I didn't think that he would have such a powerful disciple like you. Even though you did it with the power of a supreme treasure … "
Ji Hao slowly raised the Pan Gu sword. His heart was as cool as water as he asked, "Guys, do you want to continue?"
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