"Mr. River Earl, anger is bad for your health. Calm down first."
"This really was my fault. How about this? I'll use this Massage Hammer to help you relax, as an apology." Jiang Chen adopted a very humble attitude, modest and courteous, showing none of the wild arrogance and domineering force he had displayed when raining down thunder or lifting a quarter of the Long River to smash someone with it.
Everyone couldn't help nodding repeatedly, thinking that this young man was good. Despite possessing tremendous strength, he wasn't overbearing or arbitrary, but could admit and correct his mistakes and treated others kindly.
But... wait.
Wasn't this a fucking fight to the death? How had it suddenly become so friendly and harmonious?
He was even offering a massage?
Ghost qi +...
"Massage Platform!"
Jiang Chen suddenly gave a low shout. He loosely clenched one hand, and endless river water gathered, compressing into a solid altar.
The River Earl abruptly realized something was wrong, its gaze turning cold. "Wait, what are you doing?"
What answered it were tendrils of black water that dragged it onto the altar and pinned it firmly in place.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen muttered under his breath.
"Demon-Dominating Body, Great Strength Bull Demon Fist..."
His body grew taller little by little, returning to its previous terrifying state of four or five meters in height. Scorching blood qi surged, almost bursting out of his body.
"One strike to Open the Muscles and Bones!"
Bang!
With a tremendous crash, the River Earl screamed in agony.
"Two strikes to Activate the Blood and Channels... three strikes to leave you refreshed... four strikes to send you to heaven and back..."
Jiang Chen hammered away, giving each strike a different name. The more he hammered, the more excited he became, his