A massive azure palm stretched out from the void, tyrannically descending towards Zhang Xiaohao.
The Xingtian Battle Axe struck the azure palm, as if it were cleaving into metal.
Despite the force of ten thousand jin, it failed to shatter the Cangming Great Handprint.
Instead, under the oppressive might of the Cangming Great Handprint, both man and axe were sent flying.
The Xingtian Battle Axe carved elongated marks on the ground, as it was flung backward over a dozen meters before Zhang Xiaohao’s body finally came to a stop.
"Again!" Zhang Xiaohao declared with steely resolve.
Treading the Twelve Heavenly Steps, he charged forward once more.
The Xingtian Battle Axe in his hands cleaved out, wildly aiming for the big monk’s head.
"You overestimate yourself! Kneel before me!" the big monk sneered with disdain.
With a flick of his hand, the Cangming Great Handprint was unleashed.
The massive azure palm, with tyrannical force, descended on Zhang Xiaohao.
Zhang Xiaohao’s body was like a kite with a broken string, once again sent flying.
Forcibly suppressing his nearly razed body, gripping the Xingtian Battle Axe, he charged forward again.
In the blink of an eye, a minute had passed.
Zhang Xiaohao was hurled away yet again.
The Xingtian Battle Axe, now devoid of strength, dissipated into streams of blood that merged back into his body.
"Hmph! Without that bizarre blood-red Battle Axe, let’s see how arrogant you can be!" the big monk said with a cold laugh.
"Even barehanded! I can still break your two front teeth!" Zhang Xiaohao said, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.
"Then go to your death!" the big monk bellowed with a murderous aura.
The Cangming Great Handprint was released, carrying the might of heaven and earth, savagely barreling towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Think you can kill me? You’re not worthy!" Zhang Xiaohao said with contempt.
With a stomp, he endured his nearly shattered body.
The Emperor Dominating Heaven Fist was executed once more, and an ancient, golden-hued Emperor’s Illusion flickered into his fist.
An invincible aura, as if he were second to none, emanated from within Zhang Xiaohao.
Even without the aid of the Xingtian Battle Axe and despite possessing the strength of ten thousand jin and divine power, his body was still sent flying in the face of absolute strength, even with the support of the tyrannical Emperor Dominating Heaven Fist.
A bitter taste rose to his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Suppressing his broken body, Zhang Xiaohao executed a backward flip and landed on the ground.
He stood erect, like a sturdy pine standing its ground.
"You brat, weren’t you acting all wild? Show me some more of that arrogance now!" the big monk arrogantly said.
As he spoke, he walked toward Zhang Xiaohao with a sullen face.
"Bald donkey!" cursed Zhang Xiaohao.
"What does that mean?" asked the big monk, baffled.
"Prick up your dog ears and listen well!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed loudly.
"You vile creature, still daring to curse me when death is upon you, you’re asking for it!" the big monk snorted coldly.
With a sweep of his palm, he struck tyrannically towards Zhang Xiaohao’s mouth.
"Haha!" Faced with the big monk’s slapping hand, Zhang Xiaohao, unafraid, laughed heartily towards the sky.
Just as the big monk’s palm was about to hit Zhang Xiaohao’s face, less than an inch away,
an angry voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.
Every creature, it seemed, became petrified at that moment, everything came to a halt.
A wretched figure appeared out of nowhere beside Zhang Xiaohao, like a ghost.
"You’re here!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
"Kid, you’re not up to snuff!" the newcomer shook his head and said.
"Just try surpassing two major realms and see how you fare!" Zhang Xiaohao retorted with a pout.
The person wasn’t anyone else but Master Old Ghost, who had raised him and taught him his exceptional skills.
"Not to brag, but even surpassing three major realms, if someone annoys me, I can still kill them with a fart!" Master Old Ghost boasted while stroking his beard.
"Can you not boast without dying?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and said.
"Haha!" Master Old Ghost let out a hearty laugh, flipped his hand, and produced a purple jade box.
He solemnly opened the jade box, took out a milky-white elixir, and fed it to Zhang Xiaohao.
He casually grabbed with both hands, and a vast amount of liquid-like nature’s spiritual energy madly surged into Zhang Xiaohao’s body.
"Circulate your technique and heal!" Master Old Ghost commanded.
"Mm-hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
He quickly began circulating the Shennong Battle Sky Technique, absorbing the massive amount of nature’s spiritual energy that was crazily flowing in from the outside while refining the elixir in his body.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.
The sequela from Zhang Xiaohao forcefully using the Secret Technique to enhance his strength and the second use of the Xingtian Battle Axe had remained.
With the help of Master Old Ghost, he had already recovered fifty percent.
The medicinal power of the Thousand-year-old Red Fruit he had previously swallowed had also been completely refined.
Although his current cultivation level hadn’t increased, his physical strength was now comparable to practitioners in the Control Realm.
A casual punch could unleash at least ten thousand pounds of Divine Power.
Zhang Xiaohao opened his eyes, and two sharp glints flashed away.
"Thanks, Master!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
"Do you actually know how to thank me? If you really want to thank me, then give me that half a billion US Dollars you earned in the States," Master Old Ghost said with a smile.
"Heh!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled.
He walked over to the big monk. Latest content publıshed on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥
Without saying a word, he slapped the monk across the face twice.
The blows sent the monk’s front teeth flying out, with crimson blood trickling from the corners of his mouth.
"You just called me arrogant? Open your dog eyes wide and watch carefully," Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
The big monk’s eyes frantically darted about, wanting to speak, but he was unable to make a sound.
"Oh, I forgot you’ve been immobilized and can’t talk. Master, please unseal his mute point," Zhang Xiaohao said.
Master Old Ghost casually pointed and unsealed the monk’s mute point.
"Ah! Spare me, senior! Big brother, please let me go! I was blinded by greed and made a big mistake; please, senior and big brother, let me go like a fart," the monk begged with snot and tears.
Zhang Xiaohao’s cold fist smashed into the monk’s nose, shattering it.
"See that, you bald donkey? I’m being arrogant again. What are you going to do about it?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Big brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong! I’m dog shit, I’m trash! I’m begging you to let me go like a fart," the monk begged in humiliation.
"Let you go? If I remember correctly, just now I seem to have heard someone say they wanted to cut the flesh from my body piece by piece, right?" Zhang Xiaohao said with amusement.
"Big brother, I wasn’t awake just now! I was just talking nonsense, you can’t take it seriously!" the monk said in terror.
"Yeah! I think so too," Zhang Xiaohao nodded and said.
"Ah! So you mean, big brother, you intend to let me go?" the monk asked with surprise.
"Yes! I plan to release your physical body. If you can still survive, we’ll call it even," Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
"What do you mean, big brother? Could you please clarify?" the monk asked, perplexed.