Chapter 385

Chen Hao was indeed very good; just now, Zhao Zihu had been moved to adopt him.

Seeing that Chen Hao wasn't willing, Zhao Zihu didn't interfere forcefully.

"Since you don't want to be my son,"

"then do me a favor!"

"What favor?"

"Help me find someone."

"The person who killed your son?"

"How did you know?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zihu instantly became alert.

"I was also at the scene when you asked the witch to calculate it earlier."

"Oh!"

It would have been fine if Chen Hao hadn't mentioned the witch, but as soon as he did, Zhao Zihu instantly became manic.

He picked up the coffee on the table and quickly drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Zihu lunged at Chen Hao.

Seeing this, Chen Ziyan scolded Zhao Zihu, "Zhao Zihu, what are you doing?"

"Aren't you afraid our Tower Master will come looking for you for trouble?"

Hearing this, the corners of Zhao Zihu's mouth curled up slightly.

"Looking for me for trouble?"

He let out a snort of disdain.

"I'm dealing with him, not you."

"What are you so anxious for?"

As he spoke, Zhao Zihu struck a palm at Chen Hao.

Watching Zhao Zihu wave his palm and strike,

Chen Hao hurriedly took out the Soul-Devouring Sword and swung it fiercely.

Clang!

The Soul-Devouring Sword in Chen Hao's hand slashed onto Zhao Zihu's right hand.

He had thought he could directly chop off Zhao Zihu's right hand.

Unexpectedly, he caught it steadily.

"Soul-Devouring Sword!"

Seeing the Soul-Devouring Sword, Zhao Zihu became instantly excited.

"It's you, you're the one who killed my son!"

Almost no one knew about the secret realm where this Soul-Devouring Sword was located.

Zhao Zihu felt that since the Soul-Devouring Sword was now in Chen Hao's hands,

then his son's death must have something to do with Chen Hao.

Chen Hao increased the force in his hand.

Crack!

The Soul-Devouring Sword advanced a bit further.

"Such... such great strength!"

Zhao Zihu was somewhat shocked.

He possessed a pair of Heaven-Tearing Tiger Claws.

Relying on these Heaven-Tearing Tiger Claws, he could be said to be invincible throughout the world.

Unexpectedly, he had actually been wounded by Chen Hao.

"As expected of the Soul-Devouring Sword!"

A look of greed appeared in Zhao Zihu's eyes.

He thought Chen Hao was only able to wound him by relying on the power of the Soul-Devouring Sword.

Little did he know that besides relying on the Soul-Devouring Sword, Chen Hao also needed other abilities.

For example, [Strength Enhancement] and [Space Manipulation].

Under the blessing of multiple abilities, Chen Hao successfully wounded Zhao Zihu.

"Hmph!"

Zhao Zihu snorted coldly again.

He exerted a sudden burst of force, directly pushing aside the long sword in Chen Hao's hand.

"Small tricks!"

"Small tricks?"

"Look at your hand before you talk!"

"What?"

Zhao Zihu looked at his right hand, where there was a sword wound.

Usually, with his body's recovery ability, this sword wound would have healed in the blink of an eye.

But now, a wisp of black Qi lingered on this sword wound.

"This thing is poisonous!"

Zhao Zihu was startled; he discovered that his vitality was being rapidly eroded by the black Qi on his right hand.

"Go!"

He channeled the esper energy within his body into his right hand, intending to annihilate the black Qi.

Unexpectedly, the massive esper energy not only failed to annihilate the black Qi but, like oil meeting an open flame, instantly ignited the black Qi.

The black Qi followed Zhao Zihu's right hand and surged into Zhao Zihu's body.

"Not good!"

Zhao Zihu was a decisive person; he directly slammed his left hand onto his right hand.

Crack!

Zhao Zihu's right hand was directly broken by him.

That right arm, lingering with black Qi, flew off, and upon landing on the ground, it made a hissing sound.

In no time, the right arm turned into a puddle of black water.

"You kid, you actually possess the power of corrosion!"

Zhao Zihu was somewhat shocked.

Just a moment ago, he felt something was wrong, and now Zhao Zihu's heart was full of even more doubts.

"Kid, what exactly is your ability?"

"What do you think?"

Chen Hao raised his sword and attacked Zhao Zihu.

Having experienced what just happened, Zhao Zihu understood one thing: he must never go head-to-head with Chen Hao.

Since he couldn't win in a frontal fight, he would put some distance between himself and Chen Hao.

Zhao Zihu jumped to the side of a table, grabbed it with his left hand, and kept throwing it at Chen Hao.

Seeing this, Chen Hao swung his sword to slash.

Holding the Soul-Devouring Sword, Chen Hao played Fruit Ninja, slashing incessantly; in no time, all the tables and chairs in the room had been slashed by Chen Hao.

During this interval, Zhao Zihu recovered a bit.

The wound on his severed right arm had already healed.

Although Zhao Zihu was a Saint, he did not have the ability to regenerate severed limbs.

He looked at Chen Hao viciously and roared, "You stinky brat, just you wait, I won't let you have an easy time."

After saying this, Zhao Zihu prepared to leave.

He planned to go find someone to help.

Unexpectedly, he had only run two steps when his body fell down like a head-first dive.

"This... how is this possible?"

Facing the sudden situation, Zhao Zihu was caught off guard.

Chen Ziyan was also somewhat confused; she subconsciously looked toward the uncle at the bar.

At this moment, the uncle was wiping a glass; as he wiped, he nodded and smiled at Chen Ziyan.

No need to think, it was definitely the uncle's masterpiece.

"You used the 'Fairy Fall'?"

Chen Ziyan understood in an instant.

"Yes."

The uncle at the bar nodded.

"This guy acts too domineeringly; there was no other way, I had to resort to this desperate measure."

Hearing this, Chen Ziyan didn't mean to blame the uncle.

Instead, she felt a bit gratified.

"You did well this time; I will ask for a reward for you from the Tower Master."

Hearing this, the uncle nodded with a smile again.

Chen Hao heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but ask, "Ziyan, what is this 'Fairy Fall'?"

"'Fairy Fall' is a type of poison from our Killing Tower."

"This type of poison can even knock out someone at the Saint Realm."

As she spoke, Chen Ziyan pointed her hand at Zhao Zihu.

"This thing is so good, can you give me some?"

Hearing this, Chen Ziyan rolled her eyes at Chen Hao.

"Do you think this stuff is Chinese cabbage?"

"'Fairy Fall', our branch only has three bottles in total."

"One bottle has already been used before."

"In other words, you still have one bottle in your hands?"

"Why? You aren't thinking of targeting that bottle, are you?"

"I'm telling you, we won't use this 'Fairy Fall' unless it's a last resort."

"So don't even think about it."

"Alright."

While they were talking, Chen Hao walked toward Zhao Zihu.

Zhao Zihu had been hit by the 'Fairy Fall', but he hadn't passed out.

However, he was close to it.

At this moment, Zhao Zihu was like a pig on a chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered.

His eyes were wide open, his eyeballs nearly popping out.

The whites of Zhao Zihu's eyes were covered in bloodshot veins, his body began to turn red, and he couldn't stop trembling.

If looks could kill, Chen Hao would have already died hundreds of times.

"Rest in peace."

"In your next life, remember to discipline your son well and also restrain your temper."

As he spoke, Chen Hao swung the Soul-Devouring Sword in his hand and directly chopped off Zhao Zihu's head.

The sword spirit of the Soul-Devouring Sword sensed Zhao Zihu's presence.

For the sword spirit of the Soul-Devouring Sword, the Saint Realm Zhao Zihu was a highly nourishing substance.

It jumped out directly and began to devour the residual energy in Zhao Zihu's body.

Zhao Zihu's body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, it turned into a dried corpse.

Chen Hao condensed flames in his right hand and tossed them at Zhao Zihu's corpse.

Boom!

The scorching flames touched Zhao Zihu's corpse and instantly ignited.

"Ding-dong!"

"Congratulations to the host, corpse collection successful!"