C8 Playing with Treasures

Confusion!

They were all stupefied.

It wasn't just the Zhao family and the soldiers.

Even Ye Hongwu and Yun Hongfu were dumbfounded.

They didn't see how Ye Hao took it!

As powerful cultivators, they knew what it meant.

It meant that Ye Hao's speed was so fast that they couldn't even see him.

Zhao Feng was also shocked and his expression turned ugly.

"Just a bit faster."

He curled his lips in disdain.

"Is that so?"

Ye Hao pulled with both hands, pulling the iron mace into a long stick!

Everyone was stunned.

So easy? The force was at least ten thousand kilograms, right?

"They were all scared?"

Ye Hao put his hands together and casually kneaded them. In an instant, the long stick was once again kneaded into a metal ball.

"Dragon Elephant, take it and play with it!"

He handed the metal ball to Ye Longxiang.

"Haha! Okay! Who said my son can't train? My son has a strength of ten thousand pounds, who can't accept it?"

"Just now, who said that my son is trash? Come out and let me slap you in the face!"

Ye Hongwu burst into laughter.

The soldiers led by Bai Xiong were also embarrassed.

After all, the Blood Rejuvenation Dacheng only had a strength of five thousand kilograms.

However, the youth in front of him had a strength of ten thousand jin, which was comparable to a Guiyuan creature.

"This... this old man misjudged!"

Bai Xiong slapped himself hard.

Today, there were too many shocks!

"Ten thousand pounds of strength? It's nothing much, right?"

Zhao Wuji said disdainfully.

His son also had a trump card, and he knew that he could also have ten thousand pounds of strength.

Zhao Feng stared at Ye Hao and said coldly, "This... is your trump card?"

"You've been pretending to be trash for so long. You really are scheming."

Ye Hao smiled.

"I'm indeed quite useless. I've only awakened my Martial Spirit a few days ago, and I've only cultivated it for a few days."

"Who the f * ck are you trying to scare? How many days do you need to practice ten thousand pounds of strength? Nonsense!"

Zhao Feng roared.

These words completely took him for a fool.

"Actually, I also feel like I'm dreaming. My cultivation speed is too fast, even I'm scared."

Ye Hao laughed loudly.

Blue veins popped out on Zhao Feng's forehead and his face turned green in anger.

"Hmph! Stop pretending! Don't think that you're the only one with a trump card!"

Zhao Feng exerted force on his arms, causing his clothes to tear apart. Within his bloodline, the vicious blood of the Dragonbeast surged.

A powerful energy spread out.

"I have the strength of ten thousand jin too!"

Zhao Feng roared.

He threw a punch.

Ye Hao blocked with his arms and a strong force hit him, causing him pain.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

He took three steps back in a row.

"Is this the power of blood exchange? It is indeed very powerful."

Ye Hao sighed.

Activating the blood of the vicious beast, his strength increased exponentially.

Just now, Zhao Feng only had five thousand kilograms of strength, but once he used the blood of the Dragonbeast, his strength doubled or even exceeded ten thousand kilograms.

"This is only the beginning!"

Zhao Feng waved his finger and cut off the blood vessels, then used the blood as ink to draw lines on his body.

Threads of demonic energy appeared.

Following this, his strength increased once more.

Boom!

Fifteen thousand Jin!

"Hehe! Young Master Hao, let's have some fun."

Zhao Feng stretched his arms and was extremely arrogant.

Yun Hongfu stared at the Divine Rune on Zhao Feng's body and her eyes lit up.

She had seen many things, so she naturally knew what it was.

"Amazing! However, can you hit me?"

Ye Hao gestured with his finger.

This fellow had used all sorts of methods to increase his strength for a short period of time.

He definitely wouldn't be able to last long.

Therefore, Ye Hao's tactic was very clear. Exhausting him to death!

Boom!

Zhao Feng punched out and the air was torn apart.

However, Ye Hao easily dodged it.

He could easily see through the flaws in Zhao Feng's fist.

In fact, it wasn't just Zhao Feng. He could even see through flaws in his father's skills.

Boom!

Boom!

Bang!

Zhao Feng continuously threw punches, but none of them hit.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"If you have the ability, don't run! Fight me face to face! Trash!"

Zhao Feng cursed.

"You're going to bite me?"

Ye Hao spread his hands.

He wanted to drag Zhao Feng to death.

"You piece of trash, how much resources did you waste in our Fringe City? Those resources were exchanged with the blood of our soldiers!"

"The blood of the soldiers in Fringe City raised you for ten years, and you're just a coward?"

"You don't even dare to fight?"

"Trash!"

"Trash!"

"Coward turtle!"

Zhao Feng cursed.

Ye Hao picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Continue scolding! Keep it up!"

As he spoke.

He even made an encouraging gesture.

Zhao Feng was so angry that his nose was crooked.

"Oh right, let me tell you, this is called tactics! Use your own strength to attack the enemy's weakness."

"I believe that all the soldiers have seen through it."

The generals were silent, but they all agreed in their hearts.

Soldiers were crafty!

The brainless charge was not courage, but stupidity.

"Good! Today I will tear you apart and see if your so-called tactics are useful in front of absolute crushing power!"

Zhao Feng roared as he took out a bottle of blood and swallowed it.

His eyes immediately turned blood red, and his strength increased by another five thousand jin!

Even more terrifying.

His speed also increased.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He punched continuously.

Although most of the punches were dodged by Ye Hao, there were still a few punches that landed on his body due to his extremely fast speed.

What kind of strength did Zhao Feng have?

One punch was enough to make Ye Hao spit out blood.

Then, he grabbed Ye Hao's ankle and madly swung it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ye Hao was like a sledgehammer, fiercely smashing onto the hard limestone floor.

The stone floor was smashed until it cracked and deformed, looking extremely ugly.

"Run! Didn't you f * cking run fast? Continue to dodge, continue with your tactics! Continue!"

Zhao Feng went crazy.

He continued to smash.

Such a violent attack didn't kill Ye Hao.

On the contrary, he felt extremely comfortable.

The Chaotic Martial Spirit was rotating slowly, absorbing the impact force and turning it into nourishment for his advancement.

Ye Hao finally understood the characteristics of this Martial Spirit.

It seemed to be able to absorb all energy and use it to upgrade itself.

To put it bluntly, Pill and God's blood were energy.

The power of the Sun was also energy.

As for Zhao Feng's attack, it was the same.

This energy nourished Ye Hao's Primal Chaos Martial Spirit, causing his power to rise again and again.

In the beginning, he had only been half a step away from ten thousand jin!

But now, nine thousand, ten thousand, twelve thousand Jin!

The true strength of ten thousand Jin!

If not for the fact that Blood Reformation required a lot of materials, he might have broken through long ago!

Bang!

The final attack.

Zhao Feng used all his strength.

Ye Hao was smashed into the crater.

Smoke and dust flew into the air, but no one could see his body.

On the other hand, Zhao Feng was breathing heavily, and his body was weak. The Divine Inscriptions around him had also dimmed down.

He was already exhausted.

Ye Hongwu stared at the hole in the ground and gripped his teacup nervously.

"My Sun Force can't even kill the brat, so he should be fine this time."

All the generals stared at the crater and looked forward to Ye Hao standing up.

Even Bai Xiong, who had always looked down on Ye Hao, clenched his fists tightly, looking forward to seeing what would happen next.

This young man, who he looked down on, had given him too many surprises.

However, it was his cultivation base and his tactical thinking.

"Victory has been decided, City Lord!"

Zhao Wuji said with a smile.

Zhao Feng also looked at Ye Hongwu and said, "City Lord is a messenger, please fulfill your promise!"

Bam!

Ye Hongwu crushed the teacup in his hand.

He laughed and said, "Look behind you!"

Yun Hongfu also stared at the back and shook her head helplessly. "Brat, you only know how to play tricks!"