"Die."
Li Xiaoyao suddenly appeared above the mountain god's head, then brought his hammer down without mercy.
Compared to the mountain god's head, the massive thunder hammer was utterly insignificant.
Before that enormous head, Li Xiaoyao's entire body was like an ant, let alone the thunder hammer in his hand.
The thunder hammer was pitifully small.
Yet when it crashed into that enormous head, the mountain god's head began to crumble like tofu, utterly incapable of resisting.
Its head shattered, and its entire body collapsed with it.
"Die."
The air around Li Xiaoyao rippled as two enormous fists came hurtling toward him.
"Break."
Li Xiaoyao gave a disdainful smile. By now, he had gradually figured out the mountain god's strength—it was all show and no substance.
He swung both hammers, smashing the two arms directly into powder.
With a gesture from Li Xiaoyao, the hammers that had flown out returned to his hands. He himself descended rapidly, swinging both hammers once more.
The mountain god's body, which had nearly healed, was completely blasted apart at that moment.
"That green pearl."
Seeing the green pearl within the mountain god's body, Li Xiaoyao was delighted. That was what he cared about.
That thing was the true culprit behind the mountain god's endless regeneration.
"Youngster, I will not hold this against you. Leave this place at once."
Just as Li Xiaoyao was about to attack again, the mountain god's massive body transformed back into a great mountain, and a muffled voice came from within.
"You attack when you want to attack, and stop when you don't? What a joke. What do you take me, Li Xiaoyao, for?"
Seeing the mountain god act like this, Li Xiaoyao was so enraged that he laughed.
You attack when you want to, and stop when you don't?