The big man, with his chest exposed and his body covered in black hair, was like a standing black bear charging at Ji Hao. Still more than ten feet away from Ji Hao, the spear in the big man's hand already made a dull sound. Silks of black mist wrapped around the spear. From the handle to the head of the spear, thousands of black runes lit up one after another, and a breathtaking wave A thick, cold breath spread faintly throughout his body.
"Boy, take a shot from me!" The big man was extremely angry. One was because he was drunk and was unconscious, and the other was because Ji Hao ruined his good deeds and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble. Anyway, the soldiers of their Mo Yuan tribe didn't take Ji Hao seriously along the way. Now that they were taking action, the big man didn't even have the slightest fear.
There was a strange roar, and the spear lit up a cold light and stabbed Ji Hao's heart.
Ji Hao smiled evilly, looking at the nearly a thousand witch points that lit up on the big man's exposed body, and with a flick of his left hand, he directly grabbed the spear.
The surrounding Mo Yuan warriors exclaimed at the same time. Ji Hao grabbed the spear with his left hand, and the big man thrust forward with all his strength. The spear twisted and shook, but Ji Hao's hand did not move at all.
"With such little strength, you dare to imitate other people's bullying of men and women?" Ji Hao looked at the frightened big man and suddenly roared: "Scumbags like you are not even qualified to bully men and women! "
With a punch from his right hand, there was a loud noise. The big man vomited blood and flew back. His muscular chest was almost shattered by Ji Hao's punch. It could be clearly seen through the cracked muscles and ribs. His rapidly beating heart.
Severe pain struck, and the big man fell to the ground holding his badly injured chest and spitting out blood. The witch essence and blood surged rapidly, and the big man's wound squirmed rapidly, but the wound did not heal for a while - traces of golden-red fire visible to the naked eye adhered to the wound, arrogantly preventing the big man's wound from healing, and constantly burning the area around the wound. The flesh and blood brought a hundred times the pain to the big man.
A ball of thick golden-red fire erupted from his left hand, and the spear made of alloy let out a low scream. Black runes exploded and disintegrated in the fire. A good witchcraft was destroyed by Ji Hao in just one breath. The Golden Crow Divine Flame burned into a puddle of juice.
Bits and pieces of red metal juice dripped onto the ground. The surrounding Mo Yuanmen warriors were so frightened that they took a few steps back at the same time. Their brains, which had been heated and mad by the alcohol, finally calmed down somewhat.
Burning with fierce fire, the big man injured by Ji Hao was struggling and wailing in pain on the ground.
Ji Hao glanced at this guy coldly and shouted coldly: "Lie down well. This punch can keep you honest for half a month, right?"
With fire gushing out from his golden-red eyes, Ji Hao glanced at the human warriors gathered around him, and suddenly shouted sharply: "Why don't you get out? What are you doing here? Do whatever you have to do, get out, get out, get out! You should get out of here!" Those who are sleeping are sleeping, those who are supposed to be on sentry duty, those who are supposed to be patrolling, are they all staying here to wait to die?"
With the flowing fire wings spread out behind him, Ji Hao's figure was like the wind. He rushed in front of a group of Black Ape Warriors and was slapped across the face.
The crisp sound of 'Pap-Pap' was heard endlessly, and more than a dozen Mo Yuan tribe soldiers were beaten until their noses were bleeding. They vomited blood in large mouths and kept spitting out their knocked-out teeth. There were even people who were too drunk to stand upright and fell to the ground after Ji Hao slapped them across the face. Ji Hao simply jumped up and kicked them hard on the head.
In the Central Continent, just like in the Southern Wilderness, in any tribe, the one with the big fist is the boss, and the one with the big fist can enjoy a high position and command everything.
Ji Hao's fist was big enough, and he easily defeated the strongest leader among the group of Black Ape Warriors. All the Black Ape warriors ran away from Ji Hao as fast as possible, performing their respective duties very well. I no longer dare to leave my post without authorization or do some pleasant fun.
Ji Hao walked up to the seriously injured middle-aged soldier, reached out to pick up his two chopped off arms, and pressed hard on the wounds of his broken arms.
This middle-aged servant was really powerful. After the witch medicine weakened his whole body, Ji Hao reattached his arm. In just a dozen breaths, his arm was fully reattached, except for a little bit. It's not working properly, but everything else has returned to normal.
"Watch your daughter!" Ji Hao looked at the numb-looking middle-aged servant and said calmly: "I'm actually thinking that it's better for you to die on the battlefield, and your daughter shouldn't have been born...or , you can be born uglier!"
The wound on the middle-aged servant's throat gradually healed. He took a few hard breaths, looked up at Ji Hao and said in a low voice: "What can we decide? Dear sir... We are just vassals of the Yu clan. We have been serving for generations. They fight and we are their private property... What can we decide?"
With a strange light flashing in his eyes, Ji Hao looked at the middle-aged servant and said cruelly: "You can choose to end all of this. For example, you can kill all your babies, so that the tragic fate of your tribe will be It’s a complete end.”
The middle-aged servant looked at Ji Hao in shock, his mouth wide open and speechless.
"A complete end is a good thing for you, and it is also a good thing for my people." Ji Hao stood up and said coldly: "I don't pity you. Think about it, you have such a powerful weapon." Strength, how many of our clansmen have you killed?"
Pointing at the alien girl who was curled up on the ground and crying, Ji Hao said coldly: "Your daughter? I just can't bear to see such a dirty thing. They want to have sex with your daughter without giving you money. I can't stand this kind of thing. I'm used to it. But if they give you enough money to buy your daughter according to the market price, then I don't mind enjoying a big show."
Ji Hao's words were like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month blowing through the bodies of all the servants who heard his words. Those who stood within the scope of the bonfire and stared blankly at Ji Hao shivered.
They suddenly understood that Ji Hao was not the savior in their imaginations. Ji Hao was just an extremely rational, extremely cold creature, perhaps more terrifying than their former master of the Yu clan.
Picking up the ax he had just used to hit someone, Ji Hao walked around the area, sneered and escaped into the darkness.
After walking in the darkness for a while, a skinny figure suddenly emerged from the thorn. He silently saluted Ji Hao, and then carefully placed an animal skin bag at Ji Hao's feet.
Ji Hao looked at this man in surprise. Just when he was cleaning up the soldiers of the Black Monkey Tribe, he noticed this skinny figure peeping from the side.
Picking up the animal skin bag on the ground, Ji Hao shook the tendons at the mouth of the bag. This was actually a storage witchcraft.
His spiritual sense reached into the animal skin bag, which contained a small pile of witch crystals, a small pile of various gemstones and pearls and jade, a small pile of gold, and a box of about thirty to fifty thousand jade coins.
(End of chapter)