There was an old saying in the mortal world: two fists could hardly beat four hands.
But Luo Hou was no mortal. He was the ultimate anomaly, having devoured three thousand Demon Gods and fused with the Heavenly Dao of Myriad Worlds and endless death qi.
One-on-one, with his reserves, he would dare to laugh three times and meet either Xie Changsheng or Song Chi head-on.
Against two, he could still rely on his demonic spear's edge to fight them both.
Against three, he could still rely on his inexhaustible death qi to maneuver and seek an opening.
But right now, a full six surrounded him.
Six monsters who had just undergone a complete transformation.
And these six had no idea how to spell "one-on-one."
"Get the hell down!"
Before Luo Hou could fully break free of the chains of laws around his limbs, Black Mountain and Red Wind were already upon him.
"Roar!"
Riding the momentum of his descent, Red Wind delivered a heavy, powerful slap straight at Luo Hou's left cheek.
Luo Hou's pupils contracted, and he forcibly twisted his neck.
But just as he dodged that blow, a chill swept through his lower body.
Black Mountain fought dirty indeed, aiming straight between Luo Hou's legs!
"Take my Great Mercy and Compassion Mealtime Palm!"
A slap to the face above, a grab at the crotch below.
Though these two fellows' Dao cultivation had already surpassed that of Immortal Emperors, they still fought without a shred of a master's bearing, using nothing but the vicious tricks from their days as mountain kings in the Lower Realm.
Bam!
The blow carried tremendous force.
Faced with this utterly shameless assault from above and below, even Luo Hou, a being formed from Filth Demons, grew so furious that his vision darkened.
"You