"What?" The Rakshasa was stunned.
Demon Blade White-Faced Ghost wouldn't say something like that.
But just as he was distracted …
Like an arrow, Chen Zhao shot toward the black-faced Rakshasa.
The Rakshasa was fully prepared.
However, there was one thing that he had forgotten.
Because Chen Zhao wasn't slashing him with a knife.
Instead, Chen Zhao gave him a bear hug and pushed him to the ground.
Chen Zhao's power wasn't something he could fight against.
Even if he'd absorbed half the city's negative emotions.
Chen Zhao pressed the Rakshasa to the ground. He raised the demon blade and stabbed it into the Rakshasa's chest.
The Rakshasa wanted to turn into black mist, but every time he did, Chen Zhao would use his celestial power to disperse the Dharma power in his body.
The Rakshasa started to panic. He punched Chen Zhao crazily.
He wanted to push Chen Zhao away.
But his fists were no different from a drizzle to Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao's current appearance and smile were like mockery to the Rakshasa.
The Rakshasa's aura grew weaker and weaker.
"I … I won't die … As long as humans exist … One day, I will …"
"None of my business …" Chen Zhao sneered.
He didn't plan on meddling in other people's business forever.
The Rakshasa had become weaker, but he still hadn't given up hope.
He continued to struggle.
But every time he punched Chen Zhao, Chen Zhao punched him back.
He would always be at a disadvantage.
Chen Zhao nailed the Rakshasa to the ground with the demon blade.
Every time Chen Zhao punched him, the Rakshasa's demonic aura would disperse a bit.
Chen Zhao didn't kill him with one punch because he was afraid he'd turn into mist and escape.
Chen Zhao had dealt with enemies who could turn into mist before.
He couldn't be too impatient against such enemies.
He needed to disperse their power bit by bit.
Keep weakening them until they didn't even have the power to turn into mist.
The ground within dozens of meters was full of cracks from Chen Zhao's punches.
He couldn't do it with just the power of the demon blade.
He couldn't even defeat the Rakshasa.
Boom, boom, boom —
Chiyo Kaori and Sakurako looked at the continuous explosions a hundred meters away.
But it was completely covered in smoke and dust. They couldn't see what was going on inside.
The two of them thought about it and decided to leave.
If he didn't run now, he would have to wait for the two demon generals to decide the victor.
By then, it would be too late for them to escape.
They wouldn't continue to think that they could deal with any one of them.
Whether it was the White Faced Ghost or the Black Faced Rakshasa, they were beyond their imagination.
If they were to get close to the center of the battle, just the aftermath of the battle would be enough to make them wish they were dead.
So, they ran away with their tails between their legs.
The rumbling continued for 20 minutes.
Only then did Chen Zhao walk out of the dust.
Although he had not used his full strength in the battle with the Black Faced Rakshasa, he had already won.
But Chen Zhao's face was still covered in dirt.
"Klaus, you can come out."
Klaus stepped out of the shadows.
"President, where's that demon?"
"I killed him," Chen Zhao said.
To be honest, Japan was an active region in the supernatural world.
The strength of the supernatural demons here was also beyond his expectations.
For example, the Black-Faced Rakshasa's strength was almost on par with the Snowfiend Kunka of the Great Snow Mountains of North America.
The Black-Faced Rakshasa was slightly weaker than Kunka, but the difference wasn't huge.
The Black-Faced Rakshasa needed densely populated areas, while Kunka needed to be in areas covered in ice and snow.
Their strength was greatly limited.
However, once their conditions were met, they would become extremely powerful.
The Black-Faced Rakshasa was a big demon in Japan, but not the strongest.
Kunka was already one of the strongest in North America.
One could imagine how great the difference in power between the spiritual world in North America and the spiritual world in Japan was.
Now, Chen Zhao had a chance to fight with the strongest demon in Japan.
Chen Zhao couldn't help but guess that the Japanese's supernatural world was already so powerful.
In that case, just how powerful would the Huaxia region's supernatural world be?
And how powerful would the top Chinese supernatural world be?
He had to find a chance to ask Zhang Tianyi.
"President, can you fly me back?"
"No, the city is too eye-catching."
This place was far from the city, but it was still densely populated.
Their battle just now had already attracted attention.
There were already police cars moving in their direction.
If he really flew back to the hotel with Klaus …
They would probably be monitored by the government.
Just then, police sirens could be heard in the distance.
The two spent an hour returning to the hotel.
As soon as they entered, Chen Zhao and Klaus paused at the same time.
"President."
"Yeah, you noticed too, right?"
"Is it those two rats?"
Chen Zhao could only notice them because of the perception of the small world.
But Klaus was different.
He relied on his awareness and the few traces he had.
This was his super battle awareness that he'd trained in countless battles.
"Let's go upstairs first. Don't fight here. They can't hide from my senses."
…
"Cang, are you sure the person with the demon knife is that man?"
"Yes, my nose is very sensitive. It's at least a hundred times better than yours."
"He won't kill us, right? We've killed many people. "
"I don't know, but he's our only chance."
The two rats followed Chen Zhao and Klaus into the hotel.
Using his scent, they found Chen Zhao's floor.
"It's the room in front."
The two rats snuck to the door. The door wasn't closed.
Without thinking, they crawled into the room.
But the moment they entered, the door was closed.
Cang and Sickle were dumbfounded. There were many people in the room, and almost all of them were foreigners.
Everyone looked at Cang and Sickle with evil intentions.
"Rats … Rats …" Gerlyn pointed at Cang and Sickle in surprise. "Two big rats, two big rats … Dad, I want … I want big rats."
Cang and Sickle immediately wanted to escape.
But the next moment, a large net fell over their heads.
Cang and Sickle were dragged to the center of the crowd.
Cang and Sickle hugged each other in fear, trembling.
Fali glanced at Chen Zhao and whispered, "You can't keep rats in the house."
Fali liked small animals, but she couldn't like all of them.
For example, she couldn't feel anything for the two rats.
Gaia lifted the net and studied them closely. "Chen, do they have some disease?"
In the western view, rats were unclean.
Gerlyn jumped up, trying to grab Cang and Sickle who were in the air.
Squeak, squeak —
Cang and Sickle looked fierce. Chen Zhao reached out and grabbed the two rats in the net.
"You better keep your claws. If you bite my daughter, I'll skin you … Oh, I'm Chinese. Have you heard that we Chinese can eat any species until they're endangered?"
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