This domineering and invincible Saint caused the ancient cultivators who were paying attention to the changes here to be slightly moved.
They could feel the surging pressure from the Saint, and they had the urge to kneel and lick his boots.
However, this situation did not last for long. This powerful Saint suddenly seemed to be suffering from epilepsy. His entire body convulsed, and lightning crackled on the surface of his body. It was as if he had gone berserk, and the lightning had struck him.
"W-What's going on?"
This Saint did not even look good for three seconds before fear surfaced in his eyes. He raised his head and realized that Feng Hao had unknowingly appeared in front of him.
Feng Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed a bolt of lightning. The lightning casually changed into various shapes in his hand, cheering happily as if it was a little treasure being held in its parents' palms.
The Saint's mouth twitched.
"You want to kill me to establish your dominance?" Feng Hao said indifferently.
Gulp!
The Saint swallowed his saliva. He suddenly realized that... he was gravely mistaken. Eighty percent of his strength was obviously not enough in front of Feng Hao.
Thinking about it, it made sense. It was such a powerful little beast. Slaughtering the Holy Sons was no different from slaughtering chickens and sheep. Why would it follow beside a weakling?
"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding... "
The Saint's back was already drenched in sweat, and his hair was also charred by the lightning. He had a fawning expression on his face. "It's all the Duanmu family's instigation. I have already deeply realized my mistake. I will leave now..."
"..."
The Saint's performance made all the ancient cultivators who were paying attention to the changes there dumbfounded, and their moral integrity fell to the ground.
This Saint had been extraordinary previously and boasted that he would kill Feng Hao. Who knew that in such a short time, he would almost be killed himself?
Feng Hao looked at the Saint in disdain and shook his head. "Why? You know that I will not be merciful... "
The Saint's body trembled violently, and his face turned pale. "How about I slap myself twice? It's my bad mouth that said something I shouldn't have said... "
Slap! Slap!
The Saint very consciously slapped himself twice, and the fawning expression on his face became even more intense.
At the same time, his injuries had finally recovered. The long-awaited pleasure surfaced in his heart, and he could not help but moan.
"The Saint behind the Duanmu family is really shameless!"
"Pfft! I thought he was very powerful, but it turns out that he's just a fox borrowing the tiger's might. The Divine World is just so-so after relying on the resources of Earth... "
"That's right. Even the Celestial Realm is interfering in the affairs of Earth. Clearly, they're here for the great opportunity. If the opportunity is grasped by us, then the Celestial Realm is nothing more than this."
If the fortuitous opportunities are in our hands, the Divine World would be nothing. "
When the God World's Saint heard the ancient race cultivator's words, his face couldn't help but feel hot. There was no other God World's Saint who could reach his level.
Who did not cherish their own lives? If he was able to suppress Fenghao and was smacked to death by the small ball, he could still leave behind a good name. After his death, the Sage King might resurrect him and give him a title.
But if he was killed by Feng Hao, he probably wouldn't even have a Tomb of the God of Sin, let alone a title.
Therefore, the best way was to temporarily preserve their lives. As long as there's life, there's hope. Wasn't this an old saying from Earth?
That was quite a good speech.
Thump!
The Saint directly knelt on the peak of the snowy mountain and slapped himself twice. He looked at Feng Hao and said, "Just treat me as a fart and let me go …"
"Unfortunately, I don't have the habit of farting …"
Feng Hao looked at the Holy Son in disappointment. Then, his eyes suddenly focused, and his figure flashed past the Holy Son like a bolt of lightning …
Ugh!
In the next moment, the Saint's supposedly indestructible body directly turned into ashes that were burned red. With a bang, it dissipated in the air.
In Feng Hao's hands, the Qilin Arm had the power to destroy everything. Even a divine body couldn't escape the fate of being turned into ashes.
…
Silence. When the ancient race cultivators saw this scene, they all fell silent. In their hearts, they once again raised Feng Hao's status to a higher level.
Even a Saint with 80% of his strength couldn't withstand a punch from Feng Hao.
At this moment, they no longer dared to have any thoughts of disloyalty.
As for the ancient race cultivators who planned to go to the mountains to search for opportunities, they also didn't dare to act rashly. After all, Zhao Yang had already conveyed Feng Hao's will, and it was forbidden to step into the ground that rose from the ground.
At the same time, World was chasing after the three Saints, as if it was having fun chasing them in the void.
The three Saints were like frightened birds, chased by World Jewel. Every time, World Jewel could have killed them, but it deliberately kicked their butts and didn't kill them immediately.
This kind of torture on the edge of life and death almost made them collapse, and tears of regret flowed from their eyes.
"That's enough, stop fooling around!" Feng Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head.
World Jewel pouted, a little unwilling to just get rid of a few Saints just like that. However, since Feng Hao had spoken, it could only do as he was told.
The three Saints trembled all over, and they looked at World Jewel in horror...
In an instant, World Jewel's claws destroyed their strong physical bodies like cutting vegetables. They didn't even have the time to escape before their heads were smashed into smithereens.
Meanwhile, the Fire Qilin that was suppressed by the Saints crawled out of the ground with its face covered in dirt. It roared angrily, "Where is that bastard? I'm going to open his head and use it to store my sh * t. "
Feng Hao couldn't help but facepalm. He seriously suspected that subduing the Fire Qilin as a mount was the worst decision he had made after coming to Earth.
"Let's clean up the Duanmu family's mess! Also, from now on, this Jade Dragon Snow Mountain will be our training ground... "
The Saints were not dead yet, so this matter wasn't over yet. Moreover, the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain was a rare cultivation ground, and in Feng Hao's opinion, he could totally use it.
"Mhm!"
World Jewel had also taken a fancy to this sacred cultivation ground, and its eyes were filled with joy. It was used to living in a big city, so cultivating in this Jade Dragon Snow Mountain was simply the best thing to do.
Therefore, the group directly charged into the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and Feng Hao directly broke the Duanmu family's array formation.
This kind of array formation was completely useless at this time, so it was better to break it and then set it up again.
When Feng Hao, the Fire Qilin, and World Jewel entered the Duanmu family's sacred ground, what awaited them was an inescapable trap.
With the help of the Duanmu family's Saints, most of the powerful cultivators from the Duanmu family had actually arrived.
A youth with a heavy sword on his back stood in the air, and behind him stood over 100 powerful cultivators filled with the aura of the God race. They were currently staring at Feng Hao with hostility.
"You are Feng Hao? The human cultivator who forced the Purple Flame Saint to flee? "
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