"My good brother Ji Mo, he's not dead."
Nangong Chou's face was filled with surprise as he recognized the person as Ji Mo, alive and well.
Nangong Manyin couldn't quite believe it. So many people couldn't endure, and several even in the Immortal Realm had died, yet this scumbag was still alive and kicking, and even Boniu was unharmed.
But was this guy's brain filled with water?
Instead of hiding and trying to escape this disaster, he actually showed himself and revealed his whereabouts. Wasn't this courting death? It was simply too foolish.
Ji Hanhan emerged from a bath, feeling refreshed and full of strength.
His body's evolution progress had also increased by several points, nearing 20%.
Whether it was due to the increase in evolution or the recent shared bath with Boniu, he felt hot-blooded and vigorous, feeling incredibly potent, capable of urinating against the wind for three zhang without any branching.
He stretched his limbs, wondering if he should find something to punch.
Boniu had already returned to her human form, her small face flushed red. Her slender, fair hands cradled the black and white dual-colored Kun egg, a silly smile on her face.
Upon closer inspection, a tiny crack could be seen on the eggshell, indicating it was not far from hatching completely.
"Brother Mo, it's dangerous, run quickly!"
Nangong Chou, being very loyal, shouted loudly to warn Ji Mo to escape for his life.
Ao Cheng had already gone on a killing spree, and only the strongest few were barely hanging on.
Once they were dealt with, Ji Mo and Boniu would also be unable to escape.
"What, my darling actually cares so much about a wild man?"
Ao Cheng was consumed by jealousy, his eyes instantly turning red.
This was too much. This pretty boy absolutely could not be allowed to live; he had to be killed.
Feeling like his head was turning green, Ao Cheng's killing intent soared. He disregarded the remaining few Immortal Realm powerhouses, who were at their last breath and struggling to hold on, and quickly turned to attack Ji Mo.
"You good-for-nothing leech, how dare you flirt with my woman, die!"
Ao Cheng roared, furious. His body tore through the void, accompanied by violent energy ripples, as he charged rapidly towards Ji Mo.
His entire body glowed with astonishing runes as he unleashed the Flood Dragon clan's combat skill, Dragon Claw Hand. His palm transformed into a dragon's claw, reaching for Ji Mo's heart.
Ao Cheng was swift as a dragon, and a massive silhouette of a giant flood dragon vaguely appeared behind him, pouncing forward, intending to tear Ji Mo to shreds on the spot.
"I think I heard my little brother's voice."
Because the distance was a bit far, and Ji Mo was distracted, he only vaguely heard a hint of Nangong Chou's shout.
He paused for a moment, then heard Ao Cheng's furious roar and couldn't help but look over.
"Holy crap, that's so low, he's actually attacking my chest."
Ji Mo's expression changed slightly as he saw the dragon claw about to grab his chest.
He had always been self-disciplined and pure, never even letting girls touch him. How could he tolerate being grabbed by a disgusting demon?
Without a second word, Ji Hanhan directly slapped him.
Ao Cheng, who had been pouncing with a howl, suddenly let out a miserable cry and was sent flying backward.
Bang!
Ao Cheng's body plowed a trench several thousand meters long on the hard ground, then shattered a mountain peak. Half of his face was bloody and mangled, and his mouth was crooked.
Even though he was a half-step Immortal Emperor, he still couldn't withstand Ji Mo's slap.
"He got slapped away by a single palm strike by a quasi-Immortal Emperor, my Brother Mo is so fierce! Elder Sister, don't you like such a fierce man? Aren't you filled with longing and desire to possess him, to have his babies?"
Nangong Chou's eyes widened, his face filled with shock.
If he were a woman, he would definitely have been conquered by such a handsome slap!
Nangong Manyin was also shocked. She had never imagined that the scumbag and leech she looked down upon from the bottom of her heart possessed such terrifying strength.
However, Nangong Chou's unrestrained words made her extremely ashamed and angry.
What nonsense was he spouting, making it sound like she was desperate!
Even if she were to think about men, she wouldn't find someone who was a leech.
"You perverted idiot."
Nangong Manyin didn't spare her own brother and slapped the back of Nangong Chou's head. "He couldn't kill Ao Cheng in one blow, so he's dead. The Ancient Evil Flood Dragon will tear this scumbag to shreds."
Ao Cheng, having suffered a great loss, wore an expression of both terror and anger. If not for the hardness of his flood dragon bones, he would have likely been killed by Ji Mo's palm strike.
He felt lingering fear, his body trembling slightly.
Who wouldn't be afraid of being instantly killed by a single move?
"Ancient Evil Flood Dragon, tear him apart for me."
Ao Cheng controlled the Ancient Evil Flood Dragon and launched an attack on Ji Mo, determined to eliminate this menace at all costs.
The Ancient Evil Flood Dragon reared up, its partially exposed body alone reaching several thousand zhang. Its single eye was as red as blood, its gaze filled with ferocity, like a sun hanging in the sky.
Then, its massive head covered the void, descending like a mountain.
This strike kicked up sand and stones, plunging the world into darkness, as if the sky and earth were collapsing.
"Sky-Breaking Fist!"
Seeing this, Ji Mo's scalp tingled. He reflexively took a sideways stance and threw a punch.
This punch was learned inadvertently in the ruins of the Wu clan in the Xuanling Realm. It was the supreme profound meaning of the Wu clan's fist techniques, and he unleashed it casually at this moment.
However, there was no dragon-like fist wind, no divine power surging.
This punch was light and soft, lacking power, and did not stir any ripples.
"Hahaha, Sky-Breaking Fist? Where did it break? Are you planning to make me laugh until my belly bursts?"
Ao Cheng, clutching his crooked jaw, cackled.
Ji Mo stared at his fist, stunned. No way, faltering at such a crucial moment. Was he really that weak, his punch looking impressive but useless?
Just then.
A terrifying fist intent raged across the sky. A supremely terrifying crack appeared in the firmament, as if the sky had been torn open.
The descending flood dragon's head suddenly paused.
Then, its head exploded with a "bang," penetrated by an immensely powerful force, shattering into pieces, almost completely obliterated.
This single punch had also completely extinguished the Ancient Evil Flood Dragon's chance of revival.
Its body petrified again, turning back into an island.
"Hiss..."
Everyone involuntarily gasped, their hearts churning like stormy seas.
What had they just witnessed?
With a mere casual punch, the sky had truly been broken!
"Impossible, how is this possible?"
Ao Cheng immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to bear the sight before him.
The Ancient Evil Flood Dragon was dealt with in one punch. Who exactly was this leech, and why was he so terrifying?
"Thank you, senior, for saving my life. I will never forget this great kindness."
"This junior is Zhao Jin of the Tongtian Sect. I will repay this life-saving grace in the future."
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Several surviving Immortal Realm powerhouses surrounded Ji Mo, paying their respects and expressing their gratitude.
"This fellow named Ji is quite calculating. He clearly had the ability to prevent everything earlier but only acted at the last moment, allowing these individuals with powerful backgrounds to owe him a favor. He is truly cunning."
Nangong Manyin observed Ji Mo, believing him to be scheming and having ulterior motives.
Nangong Chou excitedly shouted, "Elder Sister, don't just stand there! Hurry up and change your clothes and dance for my Brother Mo."