Chapter 950

"This... how is this possible?"

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

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

At this moment, the uncle was wiping a cup; while wiping, he nodded and smiled at Chen Ziyan.

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

"You used the Immortal Fall?"

In an instant, Chen Ziyan understood.

"Mm."

The uncle at the bar nodded.

"This guy's actions were too overbearing; there was no other way, I could only resort to this desperate measure."

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

Instead, she felt somewhat gratified.

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

Upon 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 Immortal Fall?"

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

"This type of poison can even knock out a Saint Realm expert."

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

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

Upon hearing this, Chen Ziyan rolled her eyes at Chen Hao.

"Do you think this thing is Chinese cabbage!"

"Immortal Fall, in this branch of ours, there are only three bottles in total."

"We already used one bottle before."

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

"Why? You wouldn't be trying to get ideas about that bottle, would you?"

"Let me tell you, unless it's a last resort, we won't use this Immortal Fall."

"So don't even think about it."

"Alright."

While speaking, Chen Hao walked toward Zhao Zihu.

Zhao Zihu had been hit by the Immortal Fall, but he hadn't fallen unconscious.

But it was close enough.

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

His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were almost popping out.

The whites of Zhao Zihu's eyes were covered in bloodshot veins, his body began to turn red, and he was trembling uncontrollably.

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

"Go in peace."

"In your next life, remember to discipline your son well, and at the same time, 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, Zhao Zihu, who was in the Saint Realm, was a highly nourishing substance.

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

Zhao Zihu's body shriveled up 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 toward Zhao Zihu's corpse.

Boom!

The scorching flames had just touched Zhao Zihu's corpse when it instantly ignited.

"Ding-dong!"

"Congratulations to the host, corpse collection successful!"