Bang.
Golden Thunder struck his throat viciously, exploding into a sky full of savage electrical plasma.
Shi Hou stood motionless. He raised his right hand and casually brushed the soot from his neck. It had not even broken the surface of his skin.
"Did you skip dinner?" Shi Hou dusted off his hands.
Boom!
The rubble was smashed brutally aside.
Shi Hao charged out, unable to hear a single word.
His mind was filled with lingering images of his parents drenched in blood and that cold stone bed.
The phantom of Suanni roared at the heavens behind him. Lightning filling the sky swiftly contracted, condensing into a golden hammer the size of a door, which Shi Hao gripped tightly with both hands.
He kicked off the ground, collapsing the earth beneath him. His small body shot upward, the enormous hammer trailing wind and thunder as he smashed it down at the crown of Shi Hou's head.
Shi Hou extended his left hand, spreading all five fingers.
The hammer crashed into his palm. Lightning spilled everywhere, and the savage shock wave surged backward, instantly pulverizing the ground within ten zhang.
Shi Hou's arm did not so much as tremble.
His pitch-black flesh was like a bottomless black hole, swallowing every last lightning law without even raising a splash.
"Treasure Art doesn't work on me."
Shi Hou slowly clenched his right fist. "Show me some real skill."
Thirteen million jin of blood qi thundered within him. With a thought, he forcibly locked down most of it, allowing only six million jin of force through.
He threw a punch.
There were no flashy lights or shadows. Pure bodily strength tore through the air, bursting into a piercing white ring of sonic vapor.
Shi Hao crossed his arms, bracing them firmly before his chest.