Break Out of the Prison, the God of Death Descends

Chu Hao swept a cold glance over the prison guards, gripped the Hades Sword coiled with a thousand-year soul ring, and charged in for the kill.

"Get him! Take him down!"

One of the bolder prison guards stared at the oncoming Chu Hao and knew he could not just sit there waiting to die. He gathered his courage, shouted, summoned his martial soul, and rushed forward first.

When the others heard the shout, they seemed to find their nerve. They summoned their martial souls one after another and swarmed in.

But at that moment, the Hades Sword in Chu Hao's hand swept lightly, cutting out a dark-red murderous sword energy that instantly killed the first prison guard charging at him, shocking everyone.

Since these prison guards were all ordinary soul masters, their strength was limited. Before Chu Hao, who possessed a thousand-year soul ring, they were simply unable to withstand a single blow.

At that moment, he was like the god of death harvesting lives, unstoppable.

With every slash, one man fell.

With every kill, the murderous aura around him thickened, and his combat strength rose.

In just a short while, more than a dozen prison guards were easily cut down by him.

"Heh heh..."

Chu Hao looked at the corpses and blood covering the ground, laughed coldly, then lifted his foot and walked out of the underground prison.

But just as he left the underground prison, squads of guards rushed over after hearing the news.

The instant all the guards saw Chu Hao, they froze on the spot. Not a single one dared to make the first move.

Whether it was Chu Hao's first soul ring, his cold and merciless eyes, or his overwhelming killing intent, all of it left everyone present both shocked and terrified.

Even great soul masters with two soul rings, whose soul power levels were far higher than Chu Hao's, did not dare to act.

Some people had even already had their courage shattered by Chu Hao's powerful aura. Their legs trembled, and they shook all over.

A few of the more timid ones had already wet themselves.

"Where is Xue Beng?"

Chu Hao looked at the growing number of guards without the slightest fear and issued an icy question.

The aura around him became even more fierce, like arrow after arrow piercing straight into the depths of everyone's hearts.

So cold!

Such a cold voice!

Such cold eyes!

Such a cold aura!

Was this guy human or a ghost?

Why was he so powerful?

Absolutely terrifying.

How had their master offended this plague god?

No, he should be called the god of death.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and take him down."

Just when everyone was terrified to the extreme and did not dare to make a move, a commanding voice rang out.

Wu Fan walked over from the front.

Although he did not know what had happened, how Chu Hao had escaped, how he had recovered his soul power and martial soul, or how he possessed a powerful thousand-year soul ring...

All these mysteries made his heart tremble and filled him with fear.

However, now was not the time to be afraid.

If Chu Hao escaped, or if he threatened Xue Beng's personal safety, then Wu Fan would have only one road left: death.

Besides, a mere soul master was not enough to make him powerless to resist.

With his strength as a level thirty-five Soul Elder, plus these roughly one hundred guards...

It was more than enough to take Chu Hao down on the spot.

"Yes, Commander Wu."

When the guards saw their commander arrive, it was as if they had seen something to steady their hearts. After answering, they summoned their martial souls one after another and surrounded Chu Hao in attack.

Chu Hao looked at the guards charging toward him. A cold glint burst from his icy, merciless eyes. Gripping the Hades Sword, he charged into the crowd.

In his eyes, these guards were all trash. They had come to die, to help him condense his killing intent and increase his strength.

Under his sword, not one person could withstand him.

To kill someone, he needed only one strike.

Even a great soul master with extremely powerful defense was like flimsy paper beneath his sword, unable to withstand it.

In just a few short minutes, more than half of the roughly one hundred people had died.

One man, one sword, like the god of death descending. Gods and Buddhas alike would be hard-pressed to stand against him.

Wu Fan watched Chu Hao grow braver the more he fought, killing people like cutting grass, and he was truly afraid.

What the hell was going on?

Why had Chu Hao changed so completely in less than half an hour after he left, possessing such astonishing strength?

Was this still the cripple he had tormented for half a year?

Terrifying!

Truly terrifying!

And in the moment he stood dazed, Chu Hao had already killed more than a hundred men.

Severed limbs and broken arms littered the ground, blood dyeing the earth red, like a hell on earth.

"Where is Xue Beng?"

After dealing with all the guards, Chu Hao slowly walked toward Wu Fan, the aura around him growing colder and stronger with every step.

Wu Fan snapped back to himself when he heard that icy question.

When he saw Chu Hao's even colder, more ruthless eyes, his whole body shuddered.

That dense killing intent enveloped him completely, as if an invisible, transparent sword of slaughter were resting against his neck, leaving him afraid to make the slightest move.

At that moment, he no longer even had the will to resist.

"You, you demon, don't come any closer..."

Wu Fan stared at Chu Hao as he slowly closed in, panicked and uneasy, his eyes filled with fear.

His men had all been slaughtered by Chu Hao just like that.

He was simply a demon.

"Where is Xue Beng?"

Chu Hao walked up to him and questioned him coldly.

This time, there was a bit more domineering force in his tone.

"I..."

Wu Fan's lips trembled. He wanted to answer, but when he thought of the consequences of betraying Xue Beng, he hesitated.

Seeing his indecision, Chu Hao's eyes widened slightly. He slashed out with his sword and, cold and merciless, cut off Wu Fan's right arm.

In an instant, a bright-red column of blood sprayed out.

He remembered. It was this hand that had lashed him thirteen thousand five hundred times.

It deserved to be cut off!

"Ah..."

Wu Fan lost his right arm and clutched the wound with his left hand, howling in agony.

That pain, piercing deep into his soul, made him even more terrified.

"Talk!"

"Where is Xue Beng?"

Chu Hao asked again and struck with his sword once more, not even giving Wu Fan a chance to reply before cutting off his left arm as well.

This left arm had also lashed him eleven thousand six hundred times.

It deserved to be cut off!

"Ah..."

"I'll talk, I'll talk..."

After losing both arms in succession, Wu Fan endured the intense pain and dropped to his knees on the spot.

Now, even if he wanted to resist, he no longer had the chance.

At this moment, he had only one thought: for Chu Hao to give him a quick death.

"Where?"

Seeing that he was finally going to speak, a faint ripple stirred in Chu Hao's icy eyes.

"His, His Highness the Fourth Prince is in the small pavilion a few hundred meters straight ahead..."

Wu Fan hurriedly answered. He was truly afraid that if he responded too slowly, Chu Hao would give him another slash.

Hearing the answer he wanted, Chu Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, struck out with his sword, and directly severed Wu Fan's legs before leaving with his sword in hand.

This man had tortured him for half a year, so naturally he would not let him die so easily.

Only by letting him slowly bleed to death, letting him deeply experience the despair of death approaching, could Chu Hao vent the hatred in his heart.

"Ah..."

"Chu Hao!"

"You demon, you demon..."

Wu Fan lost both legs, the pain making him scream to the heavens and cry to the earth.

That wretched scream rang through heaven and earth.

Before long, he passed out from the pain and lay there, awaiting the arrival of death.

Not long after, an elite squad of guards in brass armor came jogging over.

They were the Heaven Dou Imperial Guard, each one an elite above the rank of Grand Soul Master.

The person leading them was an even more powerful Soul King.

The moment this imperial guard squad saw the corpses and blood covering the ground before them, fear welled up from deep within their hearts.