"The thirty-first slash!"
The terrifying saber light struck the White-robed Youth's long spear, instantly pushing it away.
The White-robed Youth was greatly surprised, clearly not expecting Zhang Hao's saber technique to be so terrifying.
"This kid's strength has increased considerably."
However, the White-robed Youth was even more enraged. How could he, a dignified Martial Emperor (high stage), be repeatedly defeated by a Martial Emperor (low stage)?
"Death God Spear!"
The White-robed Youth roared. Behind him, a ferocious and terrifying phantom appeared, holding a scythe and radiating boundless Death Qi. It was the Death God.
"Whoosh!"
The White-robed Youth thrust his spear at Zhang Hao, carrying a terrifying Death God will.
"Clang!"
Zhang Hao's thirty-first slash struck the White-robed Youth's long spear. However, it failed to push his spear away this time.
"The thirty-second slash!"
Zhang Hao remained as steady as a mountain, calmly delivering the second slash towards the White-robed Youth.
Finally, this slash pushed the White-robed Youth's long spear away.
The thirty-third slash, the thirty-third slash as fast as lightning.
Zhang Hao, with a ghostly movement technique, darted towards the White-robed Youth. The thirty-third slash struck down, aiming for the White-robed Youth's body.
"What!"
The White-robed Youth unleashed his full power to the limit, shouting, "Death Lotus Blooms!"
In an instant, the White-robed Youth thrust out forty-nine spear shadows, which formed an invisible blooming lotus, enveloping Zhang Hao.
"Hmph!"
Zhang Hao's eyes glinted with cold light as he unleashed the Hundred Blade Slash's thirty-fourth slash,
thirty-fifth slash,
thirty-sixth slash,
...
Three terrifying slashes struck the White-robed Youth's Death Lotus. The Death Lotus, which had originally bloomed with Death God will, was instantly suppressed, but the terrifying Death God Lotus still emitted dreadful power, locking onto Zhang Hao's aura.
"The thirty-seventh slash!"
This was an extremely terrifying slash, as if everything in heaven and earth lost its color under this one strike.
"Boom!"
Zhang Hao's slash fiercely struck the Death Lotus. The two forces collided in the void. A terrifying death will also locked onto Zhang Hao.
With a "Puchi!" sound,
the power of the blooming Death Lotus erupted in the void, colliding with Zhang Hao's saber light.
"Boom!"
After a slight stalemate, the Death Lotus was finally split in half by Zhang Hao's saber light.
"Wow!"
The White-robed Youth immediately let out a muffled groan and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The Death Lotus was connected to his mind and artistic conception, and its destruction naturally affected his main body.
"Die!"
Zhang Hao sneered and pounced towards the White-robed Youth, slashing down once more.
At this moment, the White-robed Youth had already suffered fundamental injuries. How could he possibly block Zhang Hao's slash?
"Puchi!"
Zhang Hao killed the White-robed Youth with one slash.
The White-robed Youth's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe that he had died at the hands of a Martial Emperor (low stage) 'ant'. The Martial Warrior watching from the side were also very surprised, seemingly none of them had expected that a Martial Emperor (low stage) could kill a Martial Emperor (high stage). One must know that at the Martial Emperor Realm, challenging opponents across levels is almost impossible, let alone a Martial Emperor (low stage) skipping the middle stage to kill a high stage.
However, despite their surprise, the surrounding Martial Emperor (high stage) only glanced at Zhang Hao with slight vigilance. They didn't pay too much attention, after all, which one of the people present wasn't a peerless Prodigy, and which one couldn't challenge opponents across levels?
Just at this moment, the Old Man who had appeared earlier reappeared in the void. The Old Man's majestic gaze swept over the faces of the Martial Warrior present. He said indifferently, "This time, there are no rules. As long as you can enter the large door ahead, you can use any means. However, there is a time limit of half an incense stick. If you exceed half an incense stick, even if you eventually enter that large door, you will be eliminated."
After speaking, the Old Man glanced indifferently at everyone present and said, "The struggle begins now."
The moment the Old Man finished speaking, almost all the Martial Warrior rushed towards the large door simultaneously, including Zhang Hao. Almost from the beginning, all the Martial Warrior were killing their opponents around them. At this time, it was naturally better to have fewer opponents.
The five strongest Martial Warrior above Martial Emperor (Peak) were also in the midst of fighting at this moment.
Zhang Hao did not make a move. With these hundreds of Martial Warrior, if a victor wasn't decided, even if the large door was within reach, no one would dare to rush over, because that would make them the target of everyone. Jiang Yaofan and Tong Fang obviously understood this principle. Therefore, at this time, they were clearing out the Martial Warrior around them.
The killing continued, with Martial Warrior being killed every moment.
Zhang Hao did not kill his opponents, only using his movement technique to avoid the attacks of the surrounding Martial Warrior. He also did not rush towards the iron door. There was still a distance of one thousand meters. This distance was instantaneous for Martial Warrior, but he did not dare to act rashly at this moment. However, he also had a plan.
After half an hour of fighting, only dozens of Martial Warrior remained. However, these dozens of people were all Martial Emperor (middle stage) or above. They were all the elites present. On the contrary, Zhang Hao, a Martial Emperor (low stage), was relatively unique among them.
Zhang Hao looked over and was surprised to find that the White-Clothed Girl he had encountered before was among them. The White-Clothed Girl noticed Zhang Hao looking at her and couldn't help but glare at him fiercely, clearly still holding a grudge over his previous behavior.
Zhang Hao couldn't help but shake his head and say, "Why is this girl so vengeful?"
"This Bloodline Holy Pool is mine."
Jiang Yaofan looked at the large door that was within reach and could no longer restrain himself, using his movement technique to rush over.
"Dream on!"
Tong Fang and dozens of Martial Warrior jointly blocked him.
Although they were wary of Jiang Yaofan's Half-Step Martial Lord strength, the temptation of the Bloodline Holy Pool was even stronger. No one wanted to see someone take it away.
"Damn it, you dare to block me, die!"
"Seventeen Swords of Annihilation!"
Jiang Yaofan roared wildly, thrusting out countless sword shadows, slaughtering the Martial Warrior who were blocking him.
"Puchi!" "Puchi!"
Martial Warrior were killed by the terrifying sword shadows one by one.
"What a terrifying sword technique!"
Although Zhang Hao was still some distance away from Jiang Yaofan, the terrifying Sword Intent still shocked him.
Tong Fang, Xiao Jue, Shi Wenlong, and Ge Yunshan, the four Martial Emperor (high stage), were instantly forced back. They all looked at Jiang Yaofan in surprise, clearly not expecting this guy to be so difficult to deal with.
"Hahaha... you few pieces of trash want to stop me!"
Jiang Yaofan laughed maniacally.
After saying that, he was about to dart inside.
"Damn it, stop him!"
Although Jiang Yaofan was fast, Tong Fang's movement technique was also not slow. In the void, an incredibly sharp and unparalleled slash instantly struck him from behind Jiang Yaofan.
