Chapter 304 - Chapter 304: Ten Draws Lead to a Miracles, Battle Spirit Body (Protagonist Halo) (2)
Chapter 304: Ten Draws Lead to a Miracles, Battle Spirit Body (Protagonist Halo) (2)
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Han Zhao sighed with a pained expression. Those who didn’t know better would think that he had a good relationship with Ji Qingshuang.
“Whether the truth is true or not remains to be investigated. I hope Sect Master Han will cooperate with us,” Ji Zhuling said.
“Of course.” Han Zhao’s expression was calm.
He did not expect the other party to believe him. In any case, he had already dealt with the battle scene and the corpses. Moreover, it would be abnormal if he could find out the problem after such a long time.
“Hand over the Seven Evil Mask fragment.” Ji Zhuling extended her hand. “If you have any requests, we will consider them.”
“Then I won’t stand on ceremony.” Han Zhao took out a metal mask that was half red and half black from the Sumeru Pouch and handed it to Ji Zhuling.
Ji Zhuling took the Seven Evil Mask fragment and examined it in her palm.
Suddenly, she looked up at Han Zhao. “Sect Master Han, there’s something wrong with this Seven Evil Mask fragment!”
“What?!” Han Zhao was shocked. He had taken this Seven Evil Mask fragment from Ji Qingshuang’s corpse and had kept it in the Sumeru Pouch after obtaining it. How could there be a problem?
He fixed his gaze on the Seven Evil Mask fragment in Ji Zhuling’s hand.
Whoosh!
The Seven Evil Mask fragment emitted a red light, and Han Zhao’s heart trembled.
At this moment, the Seven Evil Mask fragment suddenly flew towards Han Zhao’s face.
“Not good!” He was shocked and quickly retreated.
The crimson Connate Blazing Sun Astral Qi filled his entire body and turned into a huge Qi barrier that protected him from all angles.
The Seven Evil Mask fragment seemed to have sensed a threat and suddenly emitted an incomparably evil seven-colored light.
Boom!
Accompanied by an earth-shattering bang, the protective Astral Qi on Han Zhao’s body exploded, and the light emitted by the Seven Evil Mask fragment quickly dimmed.
A violent heat wave spread in all directions with the force. The terrifying high-temperature shock wave collided with the wall and the entire side hall collapsed.
“Aunt Ji! What are you doing?!” Ji Baiwei’s furious voice came from the airflow.
When the airflow gradually faded, Han Zhao stood on the ruins. His white clothes emitted a biting cold sound in the air as he stared at Ji Zhuling coldly.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The Seven Evil Mask Fragment was attached half an inch away from his face. White-gold electric arcs flickered around his body, preventing the Seven Evil Mask Fragment from coming into direct contact with his body.
Han Zhao patted the Sumeru Pouch, and a huge black Mystic Spirit War Case floated in front of him. Immediately after, the Mystic Spirit War Case opened, and a Severing Karma Saber that emitted a scarlet light flew out.
Buzz buzz buzz!
As if sensing Han Zhao’s battle intent, the Severing Karma Saber trembled violently and kept buzzing.
At this moment, Han Zhao felt as if he had become one with his saber. The power of emotions in his heart had increased several times, and his comprehension of the Purgatory Style seemed to have reached its limit.
God Slaying Three Styles—Purgatory Style (Perfection 100%)
“Brother Han, wait!” Ji Baiwei hurriedly went forward and stopped him.
At this moment, Han Zhao gave her a very powerful feeling, exceeding her expectations. However, Ji Zhuling had already become a middle-grade Pseudo-Divine Weapon Master. Her actual strength was even half a step higher than hers. If they really fought, Han Zhao would not be in a good situation.
When Han Zhao saw Ji Baiwei’s concerned expression, he stopped drawing his saber.
Ji Baiwei turned to look at Ji Zhuling and scolded, “Aunt Ji, why did you do
“Only by letting the Seven Evil Mask Fragment possess him for a short period of time can we determine if he’s telling the truth,” Ji Zhuling explained. Her attitude towards Han Zhao was no longer as high and mighty as before.
He did not expect this kid to actually grasp the power of lightning spirit. This was the nemesis of most descendants of divine weapon families. If he broke through to the Fiend Condensation Realm, it would be even harder to deal with him.
“Who gave you the right to act without my permission?” Ji Baiwei’s face darkened and she was furious.
“This is the ancestor’s idea,” Ji Zhuling added.
“You!” Ji Baiwei’s expression changed.
She took the initiative to step forward. A pure black mask appeared and covered her face.
“Retract!” Ji Baiwei’s hands spun like wheels, constantly making different hand seals.
The Seven Evil Mask fragment in front of Han Zhao lost its power and flew into Ji Baiwei’s hand.
The red light and dim light of the Seven Evil Mask fragment alternated, flickering and struggling in Ji Baiwei’s palm.
However, she grabbed it tightly and could not fly out at all.
Soon, the mask on Ji Baiwei’s face disappeared into her body.
“Baiwei, how can you disobey the ancestor? Do you know…” Ji Zhuling’s expression changed slightly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of air being torn apart, the fine and sharp friction, and the roar of lightning appeared almost at the same time.
“Huh?!” Ji Zhuling’s expression changed drastically. She suddenly turned around and looked behind her.
The arrows were surrounded by strong winds, icicles, and electric arcs.
A palm-sized purple-black shield flew out of Ji Zhuling’s body. This shield expanded in the wind and instantly exceeded three meters. With a bang, it smashed into the ground and protected her.
Almost at the same time that the shield protected Ji Zhuling, the three arrows of wind, ice, and lightning landed in front of her and exploded.
Boom!!
Violent lightning brought with it terrifying icicles that stirred up circles of air currents and violent winds that constantly dissipated from the center of the explosion.
In an instant, the entire courtyard within a radius of more than ten meters was completely razed to the ground. Only the ground under Ji Zhuling’s feet which was protected by a shield was slightly more complete. The center of the huge pit under her feet looked like an isolated island standing on the sea.
“Lian sisters, wait!” Han Zhao hurriedly said..