Having said that, the beast’s foot pressed against the ground, and its body swiftly charged forward.
"Hmph! Think you can escape, scum? Stay right there," Zhang Xiaohao coldly snorted.
With a tap of his foot, he swiftly rushed up using the Twelve Heavenly Steps.
A few minutes later.
As the distance between the two narrowed, they were getting closer and closer to the site of the Blood Sacrifice Fruit.
"Break for your Clan Leader!" John Willing roared.
The beast’s paw fiercely struck out forward.
Crack!
The wall was directly shattered, and with a flash, he rushed in.
"Scum, stop right there!" Zhang Xiaohao bellowed.
He closely followed behind him, quickly surging in after him.
"Haha... You think you can compete with this Clan Leader for the Blood Sacrifice Fruit? You’re too naive!" John Willing sneered.
With a flash of his figure, his two beastly paws furiously reached out, clawing towards the Blood Sacrifice Fruit above the red altar.
"Get back here!" Zhang Xiaohao roared.
Without stopping, the overwhelming Soul Power turned into a black iron chain, instantly binding John Willing’s feet.
With a fierce tug, he pulled back the surging body.
"Ah! You pestilential brat, you deserve death!" Seeing this, John Willing roared furiously.
Trendous strength burst from the lion’s body, breaking free from the black iron chains around his feet.
His figure flashed again, charging towards the Blood Sacrifice Fruit on the red altar.
"I told you to co back, where do you think you’re going?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
With a domineering grab of his right hand, a strong suction burst from his palm, sucking towards John Willing.
Just as John Willing’s body started surging forward, and before he could take a step, a trendous force erupted behind him, sucking him back once again.
"Ah! Pestilential brat, you deserve death! How dare you thwart this Clan Leader’s plans over and over, I swear! I’ll dismber you a thousand ways!" John Willing roared with a twisted expression.
A massive force vibrated, again shattering the trendous power.
With a stomp, just as he was about to dash forward, a huge whooshing sound suddenly ca from behind him.
Without thinking, John Willing’s body sidestepped, quickly evading to the back.
Boom!
Just as his body rolled on the ground, a huge golden palm print struck where he had been standing, blasting a large imprint on the ground.
Whoosh!
Imdiately following, Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flashed, quickly charging towards the red altar.
"Ah! Damn it, you dare, you pestilential brat, stay right there!" John Willing roared with a ferocious look on his face.
With a tap of his foot, using all his might, he charged towards the red altar.
But he had already lost the initiative, and with Zhang Xiaohao stepping on the Twelve Heavenly Steps, his figure flashed and he was already on the red altar. His hands moved swiftly, a massive suction bursting from his palms, he fiercely yanked, capturing three-quarters of the Blood Sacrifice Fruits and quickly storing them inside the Shennong Ring.
Just as he was about to grab the remaining Blood Sacrifice Fruits, a figure flashed quickly and snatched the remaining dozen or so fruits.
"You despicable scoundrel! How dare you rob the Clan Leader of the Blood Sacrifice Fruits, I swear! I will cut you to pieces!" John Willing roared furiously.
While speaking, he pulled out a blood-red token from his body.
Crack!
He forcefully clenched his hand, crushing the blood-red token.
A blood-red portal suddenly appeared above the altar, and imdiately after, John Willing’s body quickly charged into it.
"Thinking of leaving, scum, did you ask ?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
As he stepped with the Twelve Heavenly Steps, his figure flashed swiftly, just as John Willing’s body vanished and the blood-red portal was about to close.
Zhang Xiaohao rushed in at the last mont, diving into the blood-red portal.
"Haha... Kid, do you still think you can kill the Clan Leader, maybe in your next life! You all wait for , the day will co when I regain my strength, and it will be your ti to die!" John Willing said coldly.
"Is that so? Scum! I can only say you are celebrating too early." Zhang Xiaohao’s cold voice suddenly echoed from behind.
Imdiately, a figure charged up from behind at high speed.
"Emperor Dominating Heaven Fist!" Zhang Xiaohao roared.
A massive golden fist aura, with the tyranny to suppress the ages, ferociously slamd towards the vicious John Willing.
"Ah! Damn it, how did you get inside?" Seeing this, John Willing roared angrily.
As Zhang Xiaohao’s attack drew ever closer, a cold gleam flashed in John Willing’s eyes.
He swallowed all the blood-sacrifice fruits in his hand in one gulp.
Turning around with one kick, his massive beastly foot, empowered by a whooshing force, kicked towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Hmph! Die!" Zhang Xiaohao grunted.
The golden palm imprint brutally smashed onto his kicking limb.
Splurch!
John Willing’s chest heaved, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying back rapidly like a kite with a broken string.
Taking advantage of the imnse recoil, John Willing quickly rushed forward.
"Damn! Not dead yet? Scum, you sure have a tough life!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
Watching John Willing escape forward, treading the Twelve Heavenly Steps, Zhang Xiaohao chased after him again.
anwhile, his mind was filled with doubts.
What is this old dog doing here? Could it be that sothing in this mysterious blood-colored space is attracting him?
At that thought, suddenly a bright idea flashed in Zhang Xiaohao’s mind.
If one must say what in this blood-colored space could attract this old dog, it must be the Bloodline Power!
At that mont, Zhang Xiaohao could no longer afford to hold back his strength.
"Dragon God Technique!" Zhang Xiaohao bellowed.
With a flash of golden light, a Five-Clawed True Dragon erged out of thin air.
Its tail swept up, bringing with it a massive hurricane, rushing towards the depths of the blood-colored space.
Though John Willing had a head start, he was gravely injured now, considerably slower, and with Zhang Xiaohao transford into a True Dragon, his speed surged.
In less than a mont, he had caught up to him.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao ignoring him and rushing towards the deepest part of the blood-colored space, John Willing’s face twisted with ferocity.
"Ah! Kid, stop right there!" John Willing roared furiously.
Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaohao utterly ignored him, frantically propelling his dragon tail, heading deeper into the blood-colored space.
"Ah! Kid, you are forcing the Clan Leader’s hand!" Seeing this scene, a cold gleam flashed briefly in John Willing’s eyes.
Appalled yet resigned, he made a desperate decision.
His right hand grabbed the Blood Stone hanging around his neck.
The Blood Stone sparkled crystalline, shimring in layers of sinister blood-red, filled with an almost fantastical aura.
"Everyone, co to the Clan Leader!" John Willing’s face distorted as he bellowed.
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