"This time is different from that time. They cannot be spoken of in the same breath." Murong Jingtian smiled disdainfully.
"Kid, today, This Young Master will avenge my cousin."
Nangong Hai roared and charged towards Zhang Hao. He struck down with a palm.
"Mere child's play!"
Zhang Hao smiled disdainfully. He put away the Blood God Blade. This Nangong Hai was not worthy of him using his blade. He used Swallow Shadow Drift, moving like a fleeting shadow, swaying. Instead of retreating, he advanced, meeting the attack head-on with a punch.
"Bang!"
Nangong Hai felt as if his palm strike had landed on a Copper Wall Battle Body. His body was shaken back seven steps, and he felt a surge of blood rising, almost spitting it out.
In fact, Zhang Hao hadn't even used one percent of the power in this punch. He hadn't even used a Martial Skill. But even so, it was not something Nangong Hai, this Half-Step Martial King, could contend with.
Nangong Hai drew out a blade. The black battle blade carried a fierce Killing Intent.
"Furious Blade Slash!"
Nangong Hai's body swayed like a phantom, appearing strangely before Zhang Hao. He slashed down with a sharp blade. Blade shadows, like surging waves, enveloped Zhang Hao.
"Hmph!"
Zhang Hao unleashed a punch. This punch was a head-on collision; he was too lazy to even look for a weakness. He hadn't even used his True Qi, only the power of his pure Physical Body.
But even so, with the power of his Physical Body, the blade light of Nangong Hai's slash was shattered inch by inch. He felt as if his slash had struck a Copper Wall Battle Body. His hand was shaken numb at the tiger's mouth, and the blade in his hand almost flew out. This made Nangong Hai turn pale with fright.
"How can he be so strong?"
Nangong Hai had originally overestimated Zhang Hao's strength as much as possible. But looking at it now, he realized he had still underestimated Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao shook his head and said mockingly to Nangong Hai, "Speaking of which, you are still much worse than your cousin Nangong Jin. At the very least, your brother Nangong Jin could still pose a slight threat to me."
Zhang Hao's words were unfair to Nangong Hai. Nangong Hai and Nangong Jin's strength were comparable. It was just that when Zhang Hao encountered Nangong Jin back then, his cultivation was still below Nangong Jin's. But at this moment, Zhang Hao's cultivation had long since advanced to the Martial King Realm. His cultivation was more than a hundred streets ahead of Nangong Hai's. Naturally, this gave the illusion that Nangong Jin's combat strength was stronger than Nangong Hai's.
"Go to hell!" Nangong Hai was furious.
What Nangong Hai resented the most was someone saying he was inferior to Nangong Jin. At this moment, Zhang Hao was exposing his scar, and Nangong Hai went wild.
"Furious Blade Slash - Absolute Kill!"
Nangong Hai instantly transformed into hundreds of blade shadows. The heavy blade shadows enveloped Zhang Hao entirely. Each slash was a mix of real and illusory, carrying endless Killing Intent.
"Merely superficial!"
Zhang Hao smiled faintly. Instead of retreating, he advanced, darting out like a phantom. He unleashed a punch.
This punch caused a three-meter radius to heavily explode.
"Boom!"
Dozens of blade shadows were instantly scattered by Zhang Hao's punch. The surrounding blade shadows instantly dissipated. Zhang Hao's punch drove straight through, heading towards Nangong Hai's true body.
Nangong Hai felt the Killing Intent in Zhang Hao's punch and was instantly so scared his face turned ashen. His body rapidly retreated, trying to avoid Zhang Hao's attack by moving backward.
But how could Zhang Hao let him have his way? He pursued him like a shadow and unleashed a punch. This punch directly hit Nangong Hai in the chest.
"Bang!"
Nangong Hai let out a scream. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
He fell to the ground with a "Thud!"
"Die!"
Zhang Hao sneered and was about to deliver the killing blow.
"Murong Jingtian, Murong Old Ancestor, aren't you going to act? Do you want to watch me die?" Nangong Hai shouted loudly in the direction of Murong Jingtian and Murong Old Ancestor.
This scene, though long to describe, actually happened in a very short time. This person, hailed as the Nangong Family's first Genius after Nangong Jin, was defeated just like that. The two of them naturally couldn't let Nangong Hai die in the Imperial Palace. Otherwise, they would absolutely be unable to bear the wrath of the Nangong Family.
Murong Jingtian was the first to pounce towards Zhang Hao. Murong Jingtian had also made great progress during this period. Relying on the Dan from the Heaven Sword Sect, his cultivation had also broken through to the Half-Step Martial King within this year. It was just that his accumulation was not as good as Murong Old Ancestor's, so there was still a large hurdle to the Martial King Realm. But his Half-Step Martial King cultivation was already enough for him to look down upon the entire Watt Country. His previously extinguished ambition ignited once again.
"Heaven Desolation Fist!"
In the void, heavy fist shadows, like giant rocks, crushed down. They enveloped Zhang Hao's body.
"Scram!"
Zhang Hao roared angrily and unleashed a punch.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided in the void.
Violent energy swept out in all directions with the two of them at the center.
Murong Jingtian let out a muffled groan, and his entire body stumbled back eight or nine steps. The floor tiles beneath his feet cracked inch by inch in all directions like a spider web.
"Uh!"
A surge of blood rose from within Murong Jingtian's body.
This was still Zhang Hao showing mercy on account of Murong Ziqian. After all, the person before him was his father-in-law no matter what, and Zhang Hao had to show mercy on account of Murong Ziqian.
"Falling God Palm!"
Murong Old Ancestor also arrived.
Palm shadows filled the sky, covering the sun, carrying surging power, and blasted down. Sand and stones flew in all directions, and dust billowed. The ground trembled violently under this domineering force.
"Hmph!"
Zhang Hao was extremely disdainful. Although Murong Old Ancestor was a Martial King, this palm strike looked imposing. But even if he stood there and let the other party hit him, Murong Old Ancestor wouldn't even think of harming a single hair on his body.
After all, Zhang Hao was a Martial King (high stage).
Zhang Hao had the intention of testing the defense of his Copper Wall Battle Body. Therefore, he stood with his hands behind his back, neither dodging nor evading.
Murong Jingtian and Nangong Hai saw that Murong Old Ancestor had attacked. Both were overjoyed. Seeing Zhang Hao take the move head-on without dodging, they both said Zhang Hao was scared silly.
Murong Jingtian sighed inwardly: How great it would be if you weren't from the Zhang Family. With your talent, you would be qualified to be my Murong Jingtian's son-in-law.
However, Zhang Hao's figure was quickly covered by another astonishing and brilliant figure. the youth also had peerless talent and was now radiating brilliantly. In Murong Jingtian's view, this person was more suitable for his Miss Xijie. If his Miss Xijie were to marry him, the Murong Family would definitely last for countless generations.
In the blink of an eye, Murong Old Ancestor's palm struck Zhang Hao's body.
Originally, Murong Old Ancestor thought that Zhang Hao would definitely be annihilated under his palm strike. But when his palm struck Zhang Hao's body, he was suddenly shocked to feel as if his palm had struck an iron wall. It shook Murong Old Ancestor's wrist numb.
"What!" Murong Old Ancestor felt it was unbelievable.
"Did you enjoy hitting me? Is it my turn now?"
Zhang Hao let out a cold snort and slapped out with a palm.
With a "Slap!", Zhang Hao's slap landed heavily on Murong Old Ancestor's body.
