This punch was even more powerful. The void vibrated. Space seemed about to be blown apart.
"Shatter for me!"
The Blood Prince snorted coldly. He changed his claw into a fist.
"Blood Killing Fist!"
This punch carried a powerful malevolent aura. A blood-red fist shadow filled the entire void, enveloping Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao snorted coldly, not retreating but advancing instead. He used twelve-tenths of his strength and blasted towards the Blood Prince.
"Soul Flight!"
This punch was the seventh punch of Zhang Hao's Seven Injury Fist, condensing the strength of his entire body. Both his physical strength and Qi Refinement strength were poured into this punch.
"Boom!"
The two forces collided in the void. The power compressed to the extreme erupted from between the two. Zhang Hao and the Blood Prince were both shaken back seven or eight steps. The ground beneath their feet trembled violently, spreading out like a spiderweb in all directions.
Zhang Hao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. The Blood Prince's complexion was also somewhat pale. Both were dressed in rags.
The Blood Prince looked at Zhang Hao, wiped away the blood slightly overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and murmured to Zhang Hao, "Not bad, it seems I underestimated you before. You are qualified to be my opponent. You are worth taking seriously."
Zhang Hao didn't speak. At this moment, he had probed and confirmed that the Blood Prince was indeed worthy of his name. He definitely possessed the strength of a Half-Step Martial Ancestor. If he were to go head-to-head, it would be very difficult to defeat him. Of course, Zhang Hao would not give up.
"Take another move from me."
The Blood Prince transformed into a blurry blood shadow and pounced towards Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao's heart tightened. The Blood Prince's movement technique was very strong. He was shocked to find that he couldn't even see the Blood Prince's figure clearly.
"What does it matter if I take ten moves from you?" Zhang Hao laughed loudly and met him without showing weakness.
"Lingbo Micro Step!"
Since Zhang Hao couldn't find or capture the opponent's figure, he would use movement technique against movement technique. When it came to movement technique, his Lingbo Micro Step had also reached the Minor Accomplishment Realm. Compared to the opponent's movement technique, it was even better.
The Blood Prince was somewhat astonished to find that he couldn't capture Zhang Hao's movement technique. Zhang Hao's movement technique was indeed very profound. The Blood Prince considered himself knowledgeable, but he had no clue about this movement technique and couldn't comprehend its profundity.
The two fought quickly, exchanging hundreds of blows in an instant. After a heavy blow, Zhang Hao and the Blood Prince each retreated seven or eight steps.
The Blood Prince snorted coldly, revealed a blade, and said to Zhang Hao, "Let's decide the outcome with weapons!"
"Exactly what I intended!"
Zhang Hao responded and revealed his Blood God Blade.
"Hundred Blade Slash!"
Zhang Hao pounced towards the Blood Prince, instantly unleashing seventeen slashes. Layers upon layers of blade shadows enveloped the Blood Prince, pressing down on him.
"Blood Shadow Flying!"
Zhang Hao was shocked to find that the Blood Prince in front of him had disappeared, transforming into hundreds of blood shadows.
At this moment, Zhang Hao was instantly bewildered. He slashed eighteen times, killing eighteen blade shadows. But he knew that none of them were the Blood Prince's true body.
The next second, the Blood Prince appeared behind Zhang Hao. He slashed down with his blade.
This came too suddenly. That blade slashed fiercely onto Zhang Hao's body, sending him flying.
Zhang Hao was sent flying over a hundred meters, landing face down on the ground, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Go to hell!"
The Blood Prince appeared before Zhang Hao again.
"Ice Seal Three Feet!"
Zhang Hao slashed out with his blade.
The surrounding temperature instantly dropped by dozens of degrees, becoming bone-chillingly cold. It felt as if even the air was about to be frozen.
The Blood Prince's speed slowed slightly for a second. It was this second that allowed Zhang Hao to find an opportunity. Zhang Hao snorted coldly and pounced towards the Blood Prince again, slashing out with his blade.
"Red Apricot in Snow!"
The Blood God Blade in Zhang Hao's hand slashed out seventy-seven forty-nine times, forming an illusion.
At this moment, Zhang Hao was already a Martial King, and the Aohan Six Styles he displayed were more than ten times stronger than before.
The Blood Prince was a demonic cultivator. In terms of state of mind, it was indeed their weakness. In Zhang Hao's illusion, past events that he couldn't bear to recall appeared, causing his mind to tremble slightly. He seemed to see the vengeful spirits of those who had died by his hand in the past. As the Young Chief of the Tianmo Cult North Territory Branch, the Blood Prince's hands were stained with blood. And at this moment, the vengeful spirits of those who had died under him in the past seemed to have revived. Each one, covered in blood, crawled towards the Blood Prince.
"No... no... you are not real, you are all illusions, mere illusions, what can you do to me?" The Blood Prince roared loudly.
The Blood Prince was indeed a peerless Genius ranked three hundred on the Qianlong Ranking. He quickly recovered at this moment. However, although the time he was trapped by the illusion was not very long, it was completely sufficient for Zhang Hao.
"Hundred Blade Slash!"
Zhang Hao unleashed the powerful Hundred Blade Slash. Eighteen slashes in one blow. These eighteen streams of blade light shone with dazzling white radiance.
"Break for me!"
Looking at the crisscrossing blade light enveloping him, the Blood Prince roared.
"Blood Blade Slash!"
Endless blade light transformed into an evil blood dragon, pouncing towards Zhang Hao.
The first seventeen slashes fiercely collided with the blood dragon in the void. The blade light shattered, but the blood dragon also shrank considerably. However, it still continued to pounce towards Zhang Hao with a sinister expression.
"The Eighteenth Slash"
13,107,200 jin of strength. The roar of a dragon echoed in the void.
The strength of a dragon, a power that only Martial Grandmaster experts were rumored to be able to wield, pressed down towards the Blood Prince. A majestic dragon shadow was vaguely visible in the void, roaring along with the blade's momentum.
"Boom!"
The two forces collided again.
The blood dragon was shattered by Zhang Hao's terrifying strength. With a mournful cry, it dissipated in the void. The endless blade light continued to press down on the Blood Prince.
The Blood Prince's face was pale, and he roared loudly. Blood Kill Qi.
A protective Qi shield appeared in front of the Blood Prince, forming a solid wall of Qi in front of him.
"Boom!"
As this blade slashed down.
The Blood Prince's protective Qi shield was instantly shattered. The Blood Prince screamed and was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. After breaking eight large trees, he fell to the ground.
"Wow!" The Blood Prince couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of fresh blood.
"Blood Prince, prepare to die!"
Zhang Hao snorted coldly and flew towards the Blood Prince, slashing down with his blade.
Suddenly, a blood shadow flickered before Zhang Hao's eyes. The Blood Prince disappeared from in front of him.
"Where is he?"
Zhang Hao's expression changed, and he inwardly cried out that something was wrong.
