"Although he is our lord, how is it possible?" Di Yantuo stared at Ji Hao dumbfounded, feeling waves of numbness and stiffness all over his body. Di Laurent stood beside him, muttering in a ghostly tone.
The members of the Di clan all looked at Ji Hao in disbelief.
Those are one hundred war kings of the Jia clan, and they are the one hundred most powerful warrior kings of the Di clan!
But they were like weak chickens, each of them was punched by Ji Hao until they vomited blood and flew away. Judging from Ji Hao's posture of lifting the weight with ease and not taking a breath, it seemed that he was not fighting, but an adult beating up a group of children.
"Ah ha, Ji Hao, well done, blow their heads off!" Manman cheered loudly in the stands, waving two sledgehammers and about to jump off the Colosseum to fight alongside Ji Hao.
Shao Si hurriedly grabbed Man Man's little hand and persuaded her to finally give up the idea of going down to cause trouble.
In the Colosseum, Ji Hao hooked his fingers at the astonished Jia clan war kings and shouted in a deep voice: "You are too careless, your body has not relaxed yet, and your strength has not returned to its peak state... Be prepared. Let’s continue.”
With a cold smile, Ji Hao's body was blazing with golden flames. He was suspended three inches above the ground, looking at the Jia clan war kings and said: "If I win, you will swear a soul and blood oath to serve me forever. Together with your descendants, you will be my servants from generation to generation. If you win... go and discuss terms with Diyantuo and the others!"
A group of Jia clan war kings looked back at Diyantuo and the others, and cursed in a low voice in unison.
The tallest War King of the Jia Clan roared angrily, and the group immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, breathing long and powerfully. The powerful dragon-like Qi and blood circulated rapidly in their bodies, and combined with the witch medicine they had just swallowed, their energy was quickly restored.
After about half a cup of tea, a Jia clan war king jumped up.
He was the weakest, so he recovered to his peak condition in the shortest time. Shaking his neck and shoulders, the war king raised his arms and let out a roar. A layer of blood suddenly flowed out from under his skin, dyeing his whole body red.
Di Yantuo in the stands immediately shouted loudly: "Master, be careful, this is the blood corrosive power of Blood Moon. When we Yu tribe nobles use it, it will appear as a blood curse; in the hands of Jia tribe warriors, it will be a kind of bloodline curse." The terrible blood poison can cause extremely terrible damage to any body."
"Traitor!" The war king roared, and his body flashed in front of Ji Hao like the wind, and then thousands of fist shadows quickly enveloped Ji Hao.
Ji Hao stared at the war king who was attacking with all his strength. He suddenly opened his eyebrows and heard a thunder, and a golden lightning shot out from his eyes, hitting the war king hard. On the king's chest.
The mighty body of the War King was penetrated by lightning, and accompanied by a shrill cry, the War King, who was over four meters tall and much taller than Ji Hao, was hit with a circular hole about a foot in diameter in his chest, and a large amount of golden lightning flashed across the wound. The wound was beating and twisting, and strands of golden flames were attached to the wound and burning continuously. Despite the war king's crazy movement of essence and blood, countless granules in the wound continued to squirm and grow, but the wound showed no sign of healing.
With a bang, his body as heavy as a mountain fell to the ground. Ji Hao stood in front of the war king, looking down at him who was twitching all over, and said in a cold voice: "How dare you attack me alone when you are vulnerable to a single blow?"
"Human race, why do you have... the natal Dharma Eyes that only the nobles of the Yu tribe have?" The ten war kings finished adjusting their breaths, stood up, and slowly formed a semicircle to surround Ji Hao. A war king looked at Ji Hao warily and said seriously: "You are weird, but under the great and supreme Blood Moon, the warriors of the Jia tribe are never afraid of any challenge!"
Thousands of afterimages suddenly appeared, and ten Jia clan war kings quickly rotated around Ji Hao. Their bodies staggered back and forth, constantly changing their positions. As their bodies changed, a black hurricane suddenly enveloped Ji Hao. Hao.
It was a fierce attack launched by ten rapidly flashing war kings. Fists, fingers, claws, elbows, countless fatal attacks were connected together, and the afterimages overlapped everything, turning into a black hurricane that swallowed everything. Covering Ji Hao completely.
Ji Hao chuckled "hehe", his eyebrows were raised and his eyes were wide open. A ball of golden light shone around the sky. The movements of these Jia clan war kings were reaching their extreme. However, under the gaze of the Taoist Eyes of the Sun, their movements All movements were clearly seen by Ji Hao.
A layer of golden flames flickered on his palms. Ji Hao waved his palms briskly. No matter how fierce the attacks of the ten war kings were, he took them lightly. When a fist strikes, a palm seals it; when a fingertip strikes, a palm slaps it away; when a claw claws down, a palm repels it; when an elbow strikes, a palm repels it.
The golden fire light merged into one, and Ji Hao was surrounded by a layer of golden light. Everyone could see clearly that there were thousands of palm prints that appeared and disappeared in the golden light, and the trajectory of each palm was clearly visible. Even with such a seemingly slow attack, the stormy attacks of the ten Jia clan war kings were unable to break through Ji Hao's defense.
The other war kings finished their breath adjustment, formed a battle formation without saying a word, and gradually joined in the siege of Ji Hao.
The frequency of attacks gradually increases, three times, five times, ten times... The more war kings join, the higher the frequency of attacks and the greater the power of attacks. The defensive formations of the Colosseum let out a low roar, and beams of auspicious light fell from the sky, trapping the attack power of these war kings within the Colosseum and preventing any leakage.
Finally, the most powerful war king also joined the siege, and the frequency and power of attacks suddenly reached an extremely high peak.
The golden flames on Ji Hao's palms vibrated violently, and the terrible impact caused severe pain in his palms. Even the body of the Witch Emperor that he had just condensed was also in severe pain from the terrible impact.
"Okay, the last blow!" Ji Hao suddenly scolded in a low voice.
A ball of golden thunderfire rolled between the brows and eyes, and there was a loud "Kalala" sound. Ninety-nine golden lightnings shot out like sharp arrows. Each of the ninety-nine Jia clan war kings who besieged Ji Hao had chests. After being struck by a bolt of lightning, blood and flesh flew everywhere on his chest, and a hole the size of a basin was opened in every detail.
Hundreds of war kings vomited blood and fell to the ground, holding the transparent wounds on their chests with both hands and unable to move.
Ji Hao was suspended three inches from the ground, looking at them with cold eyes: "Leave yourself to me, or..."
The hundreds of war kings looked at each other. Faced with Ji Hao's terrifying power and the fact that Di Yantuo and the others had surrendered, the hundreds of war kings knelt down with difficulty, touched their foreheads heavily to the ground, and paid the highest courtesy to Ji Hao. Respectfully.
"We, I would like to regard you as my lord and be loyal to you forever and ever!"
(End of chapter)