"You dared to hurt me! An ant like you actually dared to hurt me!"
Rage!
Uncontainable rage!
In all his years of cultivation, Mo Heyue had never been reduced to such a sorry state.
He stared coldly at Qin Hao charging straight toward him, yet his body remained motionless.
Hum.
Just then, an enormous blood-red tiger phantom image, a full hundred feet tall, suddenly appeared behind him.
"Roar!"
The tiger phantom image roared without a sound, yet ripples spread through space.
More importantly, ten yellow halos encircled the tiger phantom image.
"A tenth-grade martial soul!"
Qin Hao was inwardly startled.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In that brief instant, Qin Hao had already reached Mo Heyue. His fists bombarded him like cannonballs in a relentless, tightly packed barrage.
Astral qi had already formed again in front of Mo Heyue, far thicker and stronger than before.
As Qin Hao's fists struck it, the astral qi warped, seemingly under tremendous force.
But...
It never shattered.
Reinforced by the power of his martial soul, the astral qi had even stronger defenses.
Although Qin Hao failed to break through it, the tremendous force drove Mo Heyue backward again and again.
He was being utterly overwhelmed!
Mo Heyue was immediately reduced to an even sorrier state.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Mo Heyue flew into a fury. With his curved blade broken, he could only raise both hands before his chest to defend himself.
But simply taking a beating would never work.
"Qin Hao alone actually forced me this far!"
Mo Heyue's expression was as dark as stormwater. His hair hung loose and disheveled, and his long black robe was crumpled, leaving him looking utterly bedraggled.
As though his rage had reached its limit, fresh crimson blood began flowing over his long black robe once again.
**Blood Soul