Silence, deathly stillness!
In an instant, a thought flashed through everyone's minds. It was impossible.
The other party was the holy son of the Octoterra Sacred Land, and he had just said that he cultivated his body and had a strong physical body.
Everyone heard these words.
However, when such a person attacked, he actually didn't cause any ripples in front of Ye Hao. It really made people not know what to say.
This world was too unreal, as if he was dreaming.
According to the routine, other than everyone's shock, Ye Hao, as the main character, should have ridiculed them.
Then, he gave the other party a violent beating.
However, before these scenes appeared, an obscure fluctuation interrupted everyone's shock and silence.
"Pow!"
A sound like a bubble popping on the surface of the water was heard. At this time, everyone saw a black shadow appear behind Ye Hao.
He was dressed in black and his face was covered, revealing only his eyes.
Wasn't this the true inheritance of the Netherworld grotto-heaven, Han Jiang?
At this moment, an extremely cold light flashed in his eyes. That feeling was as if he was looking at a dead man.
The corners of Forest Ancestor's mouth curled up slightly. He knew that Hanjiang would smile like this every time he killed someone.
The timing, methods, angles, they were all perfect and impeccable.
This was also the reason why Han Jiang was able to obtain a true inheritance in the cruel competition in the Netherworld grotto-heaven.
Killing people of a higher level was not something that had never happened in Hanjiang. But this little guy in front of him was not even at Chaoyuan Stage, so what difference did it make?
A purple-black dagger silently slid into Han Jiang's hand. With a flash of purple light, he unceremoniously stabbed towards Ye Hao's back.
He had chosen this position carefully. As long as he cut the opponent's skin a little, the poison on the dagger would instantly rush into his waist, paralyzing his meridians and limiting his strength.
Even if the attack failed, the other party would lose any chance to resist.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound of collision was heard. Han Jiang's dagger hit Ye Hao's lower back.
Immediately, a metallic collision occurred, and his expression changed.
This was because his dagger showed no signs of advancing. It was as if he had not stabbed into a body but a stone.
The huge force had already cut a wound on Ye Hao's purple gold robe, revealing his smooth jade-like skin.
"Chi chi!"
In an instant, Han Jiang did not choose to retreat. Instead, the true essence in his body surged wildly. He almost used all his strength to send the dagger into the other party's body, even if it was just a small cut.
However, he was destined to be disappointed.
This series of actions happened within a second at most.
However, when he felt that things were not going well, Ye Hao's calm and mocking voice slowly sounded.
"Should I give you a little more time?”
"Swoosh!"
Han Jiang raised his head abruptly, only to find that Ye Hao had been looking at him for a long time.
"Not good!"
His killer instinct told him that he had to leave.
Unfortunately, his intuition came a little too late.
Just as he was about to retreat, Ye Hao's jade-like palm reached out.
The speed was not fast, but it seemed to have grasped his trajectory and grabbed his dagger.
"Kacha!"
Ye Hao raised his hand and squeezed. Suddenly, a crisp explosion sounded. The dagger, which could be called a top-notch Dao weapon, was as fragile as a branch at this moment. It only took a moment for it to break from the middle.
"Hiss!"
Han Jiang sucked in a breath of cold air. He threw his hand away, wanting to abandon his dagger and flee.
However, Ye Hao's speed was faster than him. He clapped his hands and grabbed the other party's wrist.
"Buzz!"
Han Jiang felt his head spinning as he was lifted up high by Ye Hao like a sack.
He had spun around countless times in an instant.
Just as he was in a daze, he felt his body suddenly stop. Ye Hao suddenly grabbed his arms and tore them apart under everyone's shocked gazes.
"Hiss!"
Han Jiang's not-so-tall body was actually torn in half by Ye Hao.
"Wuuu!"
A gust of wind blew out from Ye Hao's body, causing all the blood and internal organs to drift away, not landing on him at all.
He was the Saint Child today, and he could not let his image be ruined by others.
Of course, he was probably the only one who still cared about his image at this time.
The entire Holy Land was silent. Everyone looked at Ye Hao in disbelief.
They couldn't believe it. Everything seemed to have been within Han Jiang's perfect calculations just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, the tables had turned.
"That legacy disciple died just like that?”
Someone said in disbelief.
"Dead, indeed, dead!”
Someone answered in disbelief.
Of course, this shock and silence didn't last for long, because Ye Hao, who had already dealt with Han Jiang, welcomed another even more violent attack.
"Flame King Burning Gourd!"
A violent shout rang out from Li Dian's mouth.
He had already accumulated enough momentum and used the supreme level fist technique of the Octoterra Holy Land. Therefore, even if he saw how terrifying Ye Hao was, he had no choice but to unleash this punch.
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