"How was this possible?"
"Your combat experience surpassed even mine?" Seven Killings Daoist could not believe it.
He bore the name Seven Killings and could well be called a born god of slaughter. Even ordinary Fortune Beings struggled to match his methods of battle.
At the Dharma Body realm, he should have swept all before him.
Yet now an Earth Immortal was suppressing him, crossing a minor realm to strike down a superior opponent!
Ji Hao's response to that was simple: get used to it. As the Heavenly Emperor of Shrouding the Heavens, he had practically maxed out his combat abilities.
Defying the realms to strike down stronger foes was his signature act.
You may be a born god of slaughter, but I'm a War Immortal of the Mortal World, a Born God of War! Ji Hao chuckled inwardly.
"You're a reincarnated Powerful Expert too. Which old acquaintance are you?" Seven Killings drew in his oppressive aura and raised an eyebrow.
There were only a few hundred beings at the Legend level or above in the world, perhaps even fewer. With the memories and lifespans of beings like them, most knew one another.
"I'm no old acquaintance of yours."
"Fellow Daoist, listen to the dragon's roar!"
Countless green lotuses bloomed around Ji Hao, drawing in vast quantities of Heaven and Earth Origin Qi and Dao Principles, transforming them into the keen edges of saber and sword.
His arms suddenly exerted force, unleashing surging divine power in a torrent!
The saber light became dragon horns, cleaving through the myriad paths. The sword radiance became a dragon's body, linking the fragments of those paths and pouring them all into a single strike.
"So you're a junior, then. Even in the mythic age or the Middle Antiquity era, you would have stood head