Han Zhao stretched out his left hand, and the sword with its scabbard flew out from the Xuanling battle box behind him and landed in his palm.
Seeing Qi Xuanming and Su Tianqi stunned, Han Zhao smiled at them and waved, "Brother Qi, Brother Su, I didn't mention you! Come here quickly."
When the two saw this, they ran to Han Zhao's side.
"I'm relieved to see you guys are fine." Han Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the deal has been reached, Liang Yan said that even if the mission failed, he would not get back the two million taels of silver, but Han Zhao always kept his word when doing things, especially when it came to collecting money. If he did not fulfill his promise, wouldn't it be ruined? His reputation.
It's just that he has been paying attention along the way during the ten days since he came here, and he has not found Qi Xuanming and Su Tianqi at all. Now that he found them, he was relieved.
"Where does this madness come from?!" Seeing Han Zhao chatting with Qi Xuanming and Su Tianqi as if no one else was around, these children of the aristocratic family felt insulted.
"I know you, you are Han Zhao, number five on the Qilin Ranking!"
Someone recognized Han Zhao.
"So what if you are ranked fifth on the Qilin Ranking? Can you win so many of us?"
Although everyone knows the value of fifth place on the Qilin Ranking, but with Cao Wuyu, who is ranked number one, next to them, a mere fifth place means nothing. What's more, he is just a warrior, why is he so arrogant? If they come together, they can solve it without Cao Wuyu taking action.
"If you don't give me money, you'll die! I'm not kidding!" Han Zhao said seriously.
"I'll fucking kill you first!" A young man from an aristocratic family was angered, and murderous intent filled his eyes.
I saw his hands suddenly clasped together, and a huge two-meter-long sword flew out of his body and landed in his palm.
A black metal fragment the size of a goose egg was embedded in the handle of the knife. As he held the knife in both hands, a black mist that looked like a substance emerged, completely covering the sword. The hot breath in the air seemed to have been dissipated a lot, and there was a chill all over his body.
"Death!" He raised his sword with both hands, flew up in the air, and slammed it down with thunderous force.
Shen Xiao, who arrived from behind, saw this and closed his eyes.
Han Zhao stood motionless on the spot. When the sword came to him, he suddenly pulled out his sword and slashed it diagonally from bottom to top.
clang!
Accompanied by a huge roar caused by the collision of gold and iron, the sword broke from the middle, and the broken blade hit the ground with a clang.
The disciple of the aristocratic family's eyes widened, and a blood line appeared on his body from the center of his eyebrows to his crotch.
There was just a pop, and his body split open from the middle, with blood and internal organs spilling all over the floor. The binding force quickly took effect, causing his broken body to gradually come closer, and the wound healed.
However, when the two bodies came together again, a faint golden energy emerged from the wound, blocking his body and preventing him from fully recovering.
"Ah!" The young man from the aristocratic family wailed in pain, as if the golden aura had brought him unspeakable pain.
The wailing sound didn't last for a few moments, and the opponent's body quickly shrank. After the restraint disappeared, the body split into two halves again.
"Li Run!
"The other disciples of the aristocratic families looked horrified. Although Li Run broke through to the seventh level not long ago, he is also the strongest person in the team second only to Cao Wuyu. He can't even catch Han Zhao's sword?
"You really want money rather than life!" Han Zhao cursed and stepped forward.
During the process of touching the corpse, he absorbed the remaining Yin Qi in the opponent's body, then took away the Xumi bag, and took off the magic weapon fragment embedded in the handle of the knife. The whole action was done in one go, as if it had been done countless times.
Seeing Han Zhao's skillful movements, the people who had been clamoring just now fell silent and all turned their attention to Cao Wuyu who was standing aside.
It wasn't until Han Zhao killed Li Run with a knife that Cao Wuyu's originally indifferent expression changed a little. He stepped forward slowly and said:
"You are very strong. You may be able to catch up with Yu Chongxiao and Qi Yuntian back then. I approve of you. If you are willing, we can enter this Demonic Martial God's Legacy Mansion together."
"Mr. Cao?!" The other six people were stunned. They didn't expect that Cao Wuyu had no intention of avenging Li Run.
Cao Wuyu glanced at the six people. Five of them immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to speak, but one of them shouted in anger.
"Master! Li Run has been with you for eight years! There is no credit but hard work, how can you..."
boom--!
A cold light flashed in Cao Wuyu's eyes, he opened the fingers of his right hand and clenched his fist fiercely. His already strong and powerful right arm swelled in an instant, its circumference directly exceeding an adult's waist, and the black hair growing on it stood upright like steel needles. He punched out, and the air was instantly squeezed and exploded. The young man from a noble family who spoke against him was blown up by his punch, and his body turned into flying pieces of flesh, and blood mist filled the sky.
"You have no right to speak as a slave." Cao Wuyu shook off the blood stained on his fist and said calmly.
He didn't want to face a strong enemy like Han Zhao when he was about to enter the Martial God's Legacy Palace, but he still had to give him the power.
"I hope you will consider the proposal I just made carefully." Cao Wuyu turned to look at Han Zhao, his smile not diminishing.
"It's okay to go in together." Han Zhao nodded slightly.
"This..." Shen Xiao hesitated, not wanting to go with Cao Wuyu, but after hesitating for a moment, she still didn't say anything.
Although Qi Xuanming and Su Tianqi were besieged by Cao Wuyu and his men, they knew that Han Zhao was judging the situation, so they did not object.
"He who knows the current affairs is a hero. I like talking to smart people like you." Cao Wuyu raised the corner of his mouth and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Zhao added: "The money still has to be given."
"What did you say?" The smile on Cao Wuyu's face faltered.
"One hundred thousand taels of gold per person, the one you just killed will also be counted on you." Han Zhao stretched out his hand and said seriously: "In addition, if you want to enter the Martial God's Palace with me, you have to pay more! Give me an extra hundred thousand taels of gold."
"Okay! Very good!" Cao Wuyu laughed angrily.
Without saying another word, he roared to the sky and beat his chest hard with both hands. The violent sound waves shocked the minds of those around him and turned their eyes white.
"So angry?" Han Zhao was stunned when he saw this. He didn't expect that Cao Wuyu would be so angry that he would hit himself.
As the most outstanding member of the Cao family of this generation, Cao Wuyu didn't even know his name as a Jiaqian layman. Is he the kind of person who would joke about money?
"Kakaka!"
Cao Wuyu's body was like inflating, expanding and twisting at a speed visible to the naked eye. His hands and feet became thicker and longer, and in an instant he turned into a five-meter-high muscular giant.
Thick black hair grows from all over his body. At first glance, his figure resembles a panda from his previous life, but key parts of his body are covered with golden luster armor, exuding an amazing aura, especially his eyes, which burst into flames. The fierce killing intent instantly destroyed the giant panda's honest and cute temperament.
"You dare to trick me! Go to hell!" Cao Wuyu laughed wildly, stamped his feet on the ground, and the ground shook violently. His figure flashed across a distance of more than ten meters and appeared in front of Han Zhao.
Peng!
The black-haired fist, which was as big as a water tank, quickly enlarged in Han Zhao's sight, and he punched violently. Two fists of completely disproportionate sizes collided.
Under the majestic force of Cao Wuyu's angry blow, Han Zhao's body sank, the ground under his feet shattered, and he took two steps backward.
He looked at Cao Wuyu, who had transformed into a Jiuli war beast, with a look of shock on his face, "You actually blocked 20% of my power, what a huge power!"
"Okay! Okay!" Cao Wuyu was shocked and angry. In order to open the demon Martial God's legacy, he still needed the blood of a warrior, so he held back just now, fearing that he would be killed with one punch. Unexpectedly, Han Zhao's strength was beyond his expectations. This move was considered a second evil realm martial saint. There is no way he can take it on unscathed.
"You are stronger than I thought. I will be serious next time." Han Zhao said calmly.
"Seeking death!" Cao Wuyu was furious and rushed out with both fists. The warriors Qi Xuanming and Su Tianqi were enough. Now he just wanted to tear Han Zhao into pieces.
Three points return to vitality, three points return to one!
Han Zhao took a sudden step, and the Gang Qi quickly accumulated in his hands that were naturally hanging down, wrapping his fists like a vortex of condensed Gang Qi balls.
boom!
Han Zhao stood on the spot, punched his fists, and Gang Qi poured out.
"Gang Qi? But...huh?!" Feeling the majestic Gang Qi coming towards him, Cao Wuyu sneered. However, when the Gang Qi touched his fist, he instantly felt something was wrong. .
However, it was already too late. The three conflicting qualities of fierceness, coldness, and length were perfectly fused together, and then an uninterrupted wave of power erupted from his fists.
"ah!
"Cao Wuyu roared up to the sky, stimulating the power of his bloodline to the extreme, but the next second, he was drowned by a loud noise.
He saw with his own eyes that after he transformed into the Jiuli War Beast, his fist, which was harder than fine steel, was chopped into minced meat, and bone residue flew out.
San San Gui Yuan Qi remained unabated and hit him hard in the chest.
Cao Wuyu's body flew backwards like a cannonball at several times the speed before. Amidst the heart-wrenching sound of bones breaking and metal rubbing, a large, swirling hole appeared in the golden armor on his chest. The flesh and blood on the chest disappeared, revealing the white ribs and beating heart.
"As expected of the Jiuli War Beast bloodline!" Han Zhao's eyes lit up.
Although he didn't use any minor magical power in this attack just now, he still used nearly 30% of his strength.
It was amazing that Cao Wuyu could still withstand this attack, even though the armor on his body blocked most of Sanyuan Guiyi's power.
"Wait! Wait a minute!" Cao Wuyu's body quickly returned to its original state, and the horrific injuries just now disappeared, but his face was pale and his breath was extremely weak. Seeing Han Zhao walking over, he no longer had the momentum he had just now and was panicking to death.
What he came in this time was his true form. If he died, he was really dead!
"You attacked me, so you have to pay more." Han Zhao pointed at Cao Wuyu's nose.
"Okay! Okay!" Cao Wuyu forced an ugly smile on his face, and then he was sure that Han Zhao really wanted money and was not playing tricks on him.
If I had known earlier, I would have paid him directly.
In the end, Cao Wuyu gave Han Zhao all the valuable items in Xumi's bag, and then swore an oath on the strength of his inner demons, promising to give him two hundred pieces of magic gold when he left.
The other five children of the aristocratic family were so frightened that they quickly lined up to give money, fearing that they would be killed by Han Zhao if they were late.
"Okay, everyone, let's go explore this Martial God's legacy together."
Han Zhao waved his hand, and the group followed the direction directed by Cao Wuyu and rushed towards the Demonic Martial God's Palace.
