Chapter 440 - The Incredible Strength

Chapter 440 The Incredible Strength

Reckless beggar, how dare you attack me?
The strong and rude youth was stunned at first, and then laughed full of disdain. Like swatting a fly, his palm, which looked like holy giant palm, hit out with the wind blowing and thunderbolt striking. This was a very scary combat technique that carried the wind, thunder, lightning, and fire, as if God had gotten angry.

Brother Hao, watch out…


Senior Brother Ding, don’t underestimate the enemy.


Ding Hao!

Li Yiruo, Fang Tianyi, Li Lan, and the other disciples who had a good relationship with Ding Hao exclaimed. At this time, everyone could see that this youth from Ning Province was at the realm of Half Step to Martial King with unpredictable strength. And if Ding Hao did not utilize the Beast Transform, he definitely could not beat the youth.
However…



Bang!

An explosive impact.
In the sound of cracking Qi, everyone was dumbfounded.

Ah… poof…
The strong, rude youth screamed. With a scornful smile still on his face, he spat blood and was knocked away from the lightning giant lizard just like a baseball. The lightning golden palm driven by the palm technique, which seemed like a piece of paper, was torn apart by Ding Hao. Even the lightning giant lizard, which was four or five meters high, was also directly smacked into a meat pie by this seemingly casual attack.

Heaven Wind Devil Girl
, Xia Nishang, screamed.
In a split second, she was shaken up by a gentle force. With the power in her body being sealed, she was about to fall down and hit the ground. But at that moment, Ding Hao raised his finger and a puff of Heaven Fire Qi drifted into her body and instantly disintegrated the heterogeneous energy in her body. She regained her strength and landed on the ground with light flashing.
Xia Nishang’s expression was extremely mixed at this moment.
She never dreamed that her ally, Mu Tianyang, would not help, instead it was Ding Hao who had saved her.

Thank… thank you very much.
The Devil Girl gritted her teeth and expressed her thanks.

I just wanted to maintain the glory of the warriors in Snow Province.
Ding Hao was calm and did not even look at her.


At that time, several other disciples from Ning Province collected their minds. At the sight of their fellow’s mouth and nose bleeding from the slap and unable to stand up, they immediately became furious and fought together with a unanimous shout. Various kinds of combat skills generated a terrible wave of energy in the void. The Qi weapons like giant sabers, swords, shields, and spears darted at Ding Hao like a storm. The mountains and rivers vibrated and the earth wailed. These people were actually superiors at the realm of Half Step to Martial King, so when they attacked with their power combined, it was as if it was the end of the world. There were blinding lights and looming chants from a spirit in the air.

Kill him!


Lowly barbarian, how dare you attack us?

There was undisguised killing intent in the eyes of these disciples from Ning Province.
Ding Hao did not say a word nor retreat. He strode forward in the direction of the endless terrible attacks like a lonely walker facing a storm. When he was about to be overwhelmed by the attacks, Ding Hao still simply slapped…

Boom!


Ah…


Impossible…


Er… Poof!

With a series of tragic cries, four or five disciples from Ning Province were slapped away like flies.


The powerful force they burst out was just as useless as a clown’s trick, which was directly destroyed by Ding Hao’s slap. The huge recoil force made them spit blood and fall off the lightning giant lizards.

How can it be?


How dare you!


Stop!

People from Ning Province in the distance did not expect this. The five or six disciples at the realm of Half Step to Martial King were actually defeated by a countryman who came from a poor country. They were shocked and angry, fearing that Ding Hao might kill them all, so they shouted.
Ding Hao, without any expression, did not speak. With his fingers pointed out, Heaven Fire Qi burst into the bodies of these disciples, which sealed all their strength and threw them in a pile, forming a hill. He sat on the face of the rampant and strong youth and stared emotionlessly at the people from Ning Province, especially the three youths in black standing on the backs of the King’s Stage lightning giant lizards.
…

How can it be?

Li Muyun and Liang Feixue looked at Ding Hao’s back. With mouths open, they did not know what to say.
Ding Hao’s strength was only at the realm of Primordial Grandmaster. Even his magic skills and combat skills were a bit strange, as he could not defeat a superior at the realm of Half Step to Martial King without performing the
Beast Transform
. The reason why the
Gold Killing King Wu
died in the hands of Ding Hao was that he consumed too much power in the sky battlefield and was seriously injured at that time. But in front of him were these disciples from Ning Province, who were really at the realm of Half Step to Martial King…


Others thought the same way.
Li Canyang, Fang Tianyi, Dao Qingcheng, Bi Xia, Lei Tingchan, and the other were all dumbfounded. They could not understand how Ding Hao’s strength had such an incredible increase. Could it be that he had hidden his real strength before?

Phoenix
Xie Jieyu was also among the crowd. She slowly put down the clenched scabbard, knowing that there was no need to help.
She stared closely at Ding Hao’s back with beautiful eyes. She tried to figure out the mystery.
Brother Hao cannot hide anything from me. His strength had not been so great. Did someone secretly help him?
Xie Jieyu recalled that in the first trial, Qi Qingshan helped Ding Hao secretly, but after thinking it over, she believed that there was no superior who was acquainted with Brother Hao…

Purple Hair Silver Eyes
, Feng Ning, was also full of confusion. His silver eyes contained a mysterious pattern, which looked like the rising sun and falling moon and like the trajectory of the galaxy. There was an incredible power in them. They seemed to be casting some kind of secret spell to search for the source of Ding Hao’s power.

Oh, god! Senior Brother Ding, you turned out to be so powerful. Did you pretend to be weak while in Snow Province?
Ren Xiaoyao, the small fat man, said while eating chicken legs.

Brother Hao has always been so powerful.
Li Yiruo did not care why Ding Hao’s strength had soared so much. In her opinion, Ding Hao has always been so powerful and invincible.
Even the 10 Mysterious Frost Holy Guards, who had always been quiet, were shocked.
The 10 golden armored warriors, who had been as indifferent as statues, looked at each other and seemed to be asking something. Obviously, they also could not understand how this disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect suddenly burst out such strong energy, which was close to the realm of Martial Emperor.
That is unreasonable. Does it mean that he is really a Monster who could hide from their own observations?
they thought.

That’s impossible, impossible… How?
Lu Xianr thought full of resentment.
Ding Hao’s strength is so horrible. In this case, my plan of revenge could never be realized. Even my grandfather, Lu Xiongfei, doesn’t have such strength.



…

How is it possible?

At this time, even Mu Tianyang had such questions.
He stood still without any obvious reaction. No one knew that his mind was in a whirl at this moment.
For a long time, no matter how strong Ding Hao appeared in Snow Province, he did attach importance to it.
Because in his opinion, Ding Hao was still too weak.
He was just an ordinary prey. Before this prey had grown up, Mu Tianyang would not catch it. Once the prey became fleshy enough, he would immediately catch it—When Ding Hao became famous and prestigious enough in Snow Province, he would kill him immediately. At that time, the so-called genius of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was only his stepping stone.
But now…
The power of this prey seemed to have exceeded his estimate.
For the first time, Ding Hao’s performance made him feel threatened.

This can’t be Ding Hao’s real strength! It can’t be!
Mu Tianyang thought while trying to calm down. His pupils slowly contracted to the size of the tip of a needle and his eyes seemed to be all white, which was very weird.
After a while…

So be it. He had aid…
Mu Tianyang thought.
…
…

Barbarian, how… how dare you… Let my senior brothers go…
A tall, thin disciple from Ning Province yelled at Ding Hao. The strong rude youth whose face was buried by Ding Hao was from the same sect as the tall, thin man. It was a burning shame.
Ding Hao did not say a word, he only waved his palm a little bit.

Boom!

A giant golden palm emerged out of thin air and reached for the tall, thin disciple.
Everyone was stunned on the spot.
Because Ding Hao’s combat skill was exactly the same as the magic skill of the strong rude youth.

What? How… how did you get the ‘Wind Thunder Holy Palm’ of the ‘Spirit Sect’?
the disciple said. He was greatly shocked. While trying to avoid the attack, he was held by the suction of the giant palm, which grabbed him precisely. Ding Hao caught him, sealed his power, and then put him under his butt.

How dare you, you lowly barbaric man. So rude…
another disciple of Ning Province yelled angrily.
Ding Hao did not look at him. He used
Wind Thunder Holy Palm
again. The golden giant palm flashed and grabbed the disciple who was at the realm of One-apertured Martial King. Ding Hao sealed his power and put him under his butt. Now under his butt, there were already a bunch of people. They all gnashed their teeth, wishing to die immediately. The condescending geniuses of Ning Province were insulted by a barbarian in their eyes like this.

Northern barbarian, how could you insult us like this? I’d rather you kill us,
someone yelled in anger and struggled frantically.

Now you’d rather die than be humiliated? Why didn’t you think about it when you insulted my disciples of Snow Province before? I just asked for some interest,
Ding Hao said while stepping on his face.
The crowd was stunned.
It was too arrogant, too overbearing, and too… satisfying!
Far away…
The arrogant youth with short red hair and his group looked at each other, dripping cold sweat.
They were silent now. They quietly retreated hundreds of meters, especially the youth with short red hair. He felt like cold air had risen from his tailbone to the top of his head.
Dammit! I didn’t expect that among a group of barbarians, there was such a monster who could hit superiors at the Half Step to Martial King realm as if swatting flies…
the youth thought.

Fortunately, I didn’t confront him just now, or I would be the one who was under his butt.