When Pan Xi slapped towards Ji Hao, the mysterious man in Ji Hao's spiritual space abruptly sighed heavily and said, "Pan Xi … She was turned into a puppet. These non-humankind beings are indeed audacious. "
Ji Hao's heart twitched. This tall and slim woman with an exquisite and perfect face, was she Pan Xi?
Was she turned into a puppet?
Pan Xi moved way too fast. Ji Hao only saw a shred of afterimage pounce on Pan Xi, then he suffered a palm strike. Fortunately, the Pan Xi divine mirror protected Ji Hao. As a dim light flashed across, Pan Xi's palm landed on Ji Hao's body and forced him back.
Ji Hao was startled. Pan Xi stood still, not knowing what to do. She lowered her head and stared at her own palm in a daze. She was already used to destroying all targets with a single palm strike. But this palm strike failed to kill Ji Hao, and instead, she suffered a heavy strike. She couldn't understand this, as she had already lost her sense of self.
Yemo Sha and the other non-humankind beings were stunned as well. Yemo Sha pointed at Ji Hao and growled, "Pan Xi! Go! Kill him! Kill him! Keep his head! Now, kill him! "
Pan Xi flashed across the air and instantly, tens of silhouettes of Pan Xi appeared around Ji Hao.
Every single silhouette of Pan Xi launched a palm strike towards Ji Hao. Some of these palms were crystal clear and bone-piercingly cold, some were as smooth as jade, as heavy as a mountain, and some were entirely red, with a scorching heat. Every single palm strike contained the power of great Dao of Pan Xi world. Added with Pan Xi's great power, every single palm strike launched by Pan Xi was powerful enough to destroy all living creatures.
Ji Hao still couldn't see Pan Xi's moves clearly, but the Pan Xi divine mirror automatically reflected all attacks launched by Pan Xi.
Tens of palms landed on Pan Xi's body simultaneously. Some palms left frozen marks on Pan Xi's body, some caused muffled booms on her body, some even burned her skin glowingly red, or made green poisonous smoke puff out of her skin, or let out large bolts of lightning …
Tens of different types of powers of great Dao attacked Pan Xi simultaneously, making her stagger back again. However, the damage caused by the strange power only lasted for less than a second before it was completely absorbed and digested by her body.
"Can't she do anything to the Pan Xi divine mirror?" Ji Hao nervously asked the mysterious man, "She won't take the mirror back, will she?"
"If she can come back to life and fully recover, she will have a thirty percent chance to take back the Pan Xi divine mirror. After all, she is the original owner of the mirror." The mysterious man said confidently, "But now, she is only a puppet without a mind. The Pan Xi divine mirror is yours, so it is yours. She has no chance to take it back."
Ji Hao relaxed his mind, then leisurely looked at Pan Xi from head to toe.
Although he had a close contact with Pan Xi, back then, Pan Xi was enormous, and the entire Holy Land was generated from her body. At this moment, Pan Xi looked like an ordinary human being. Ji Hao was indeed curious.
The creator of a world, the Chaos Saint Pan Xi, who had been passed down from generation to generation in Pan Xi world!
Pan Xi looked at Ji Hao in a daze as well. She had lost her consciousness, but her fighting instinct told her that something was wrong, very wrong. Why did all her attacks end up landing on him? This didn't make sense at all!
"What is this bloody woman doing?" Yemo Sha angrily wielded his black staff and yelled, "Kill him! Now! "
"My dear cousin, she is already a dead woman, hehe!" said Yemo Tuo, who had been standing aside, jokingly.
Yemo Sha angrily turned around and threw a heavy punch on Yemo Tuo's face. Yemo Tuo let out a muffled snort and was forced back. Behind him, over ten trusted warriors hurriedly held him up. Yemo Tuo and Yemo Sha glanced at each other, then at last, Yemo Tuo politely bowed and apologized to Yemo Sha, "It's my fault, my dear cousin. We should work together now and kill Ji Hao!"
"Capturing him alive is better!" Yemo Sha raised his eyebrows and said, "Lord Dishi Cha must be happy to see a living Ji Hao … His status is now largely different from before. Pleasing him will be good for our family."
Yemo Tuo smiled faintly. Immediately, Yemo Sha pointed at Ji Hao and growled, "Pan Xi, capture him alive! Capture him alive!"
Pan Xi paused for a second, then walked towards Ji Hao step by step in the air. Her purely dark eyes sparkled with a dim light as she coldly looked at Ji Hao from head to toe, seeming to be thinking about where to start and how to capture Ji Hao alive.
"Pan Xi, no matter what, you are the owner of this world. Even though you have fallen, your body shouldn't be blasphemed like this." Ji Hao looked at Pan Xi and sighed in a low voice, "I will try my best to free you."
"I'm afraid that you can't do anything to her." Said the mysterious man blandly, "But, you can try. You can experience it yourself and see how powerful beings at this level are. With the Pan Xi divine mirror, your life won't be in danger anyway. "
Ji Hao nodded. Looking at Pan Xi, who was walking closer and closer, he threw a punch towards her face.
The target of this punch was a Chaos Saint who had created a world! Ji Hao was inexplicably excited. Therefore, he launched this punch with all of his power. His physical strength was fully activated, and the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was operated to the extreme. The Wizard Power in his body was like a volcanic eruption. The scorching Natal Star Power gushed into the meridians and bones of his body, increasing the power of his physical strength by more than ten times.
The air vibrated when Ji Hao punched out. This punch of Ji Hao's was as powerful as a cannon, and the terrifying sound wave spread to tens of thousands of miles away.
Si Wen Ming and Gong Sun Yuan couldn't help but applaud. More or less, Si Wen Ming knew who was hiding behind Ji Hao. He couldn't help but murmur in a low voice, "He is indeed a disciple of such a powerful being. He is clearly a Magus King, but how can his body be as strong as a four-star … No, a five-star Divine Magus? The power of this punch can even be mentioned in the same breath as that of an ordinary six-star Divine Magus! "
Gong Sun Yuan fixed his eyes on Ji Hao and murmured subconsciously, "It's not a big deal. A few young boys from our You Xiong Family could also reach the level of Divine Magi when they were Magus Kings … It's nothing more than an inherited magic treasure!"
Ji Hao's fist was wrapped in a faint layer of fiery light as it tore the space apart and smashed on Pan Xi's face.
A piercing pain came from Ji Hao's fist, along with a dazzling fiery light. Blood splashed to tens of miles away.
Ji Hao's fist landed on Pan Xi's face, just like pouring a pot of tofu on a piece of granite. Pan Xi's face remained perfectly unmoved, while Ji Hao's right arm cracked like a popcorn.
Blood, minced flesh and bone pieces blasted out. Ji Hao gasped in pain while he lost his eyesight and took a series of steps backward.
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