"Sharp-tongued brat, you're courting death!"
The middle-aged man in red finished speaking.
His body shot forward like lightning.
His saber unleashed a fierce blade of light, cleaving straight down at Li Hao to split him in two.
A biting gust swept toward him.
It tousled Li Hao's hair.
Li Hao stood motionless.
He let the saber slash viciously toward him.
Seeing Li Hao act so arrogantly,
the middle-aged man in red suddenly felt an inexplicable unease well up inside him.
Sure enough,
the very next instant,
the saber struck Li Hao squarely on the head.
The bloody scene he had expected never came.
It was as though the saber had struck a piece of divine iron.
Clang!
A shower of sparks flew.
A huge notch appeared in the edge of the high-grade Profound Rank saber.
"What?!"
The red-robed man's pupils contracted.
His eyes filled with disbelief.
In that instant of distraction,
Li Hao moved.
He suddenly smashed out a punch.
There was nothing remarkable about that punch.
Yet it instantly punched through the red-robed man's protective spiritual energy and slammed into his chest, its terrifying force caving it in.
He flew backward like a tattered sack and smashed into the underground palace's stone wall, his fate unknown.
The underground palace shook violently, and dust rained from its vaulted ceiling.
From the deep, human-shaped crater in the stone wall,
an invisible strand of power of fortune flew out.
It sank into Li Hao's body.
Everything had happened in the flash of a spark.
Before anyone could even make out what had happened,
the middle-aged man in red had been defeated.
Utterly and decisively.
Crushed beyond all recovery.
A chorus of sharp gasps filled the underground palace.
After all,
the middle-aged man in red was no weakling.
He was a late-stage innate