Chapter 347: Di Hanzhi and Zhao Qingyun Strike in Succession

"Hum!"

In an instant, Di Hanzhi erupted with the aura of a Six-turn Martial Saint.

Countless wisps of Death Qi surged like a hurricane, locking onto Yan Song, then swept toward him in an endless torrent.

Yan Song's face changed drastically at the sight: "You've actually reached Six Turns? No—Six-Turn Peak. Damn it."

As everyone knew, a Martial Artist who cultivated Death Qi possessed terrifying combat power.

At the same level, they could crush their enemies at will.

So even though Di Hanzhi was only at Six Turns right now, her combat power would be in no way inferior to his.

Let alone the fact that Di Hanzhi was at Six-Turn Peak.

"Whoosh!"

He wanted to flee.

Yet the next second, he discovered in horror that it was already a little too late.

A great deal of Death Qi had already clung to his body, madly absorbing his Life Force.

In the blink of an eye, five hundred years of his lifespan were drained away by the Death Qi.

He didn't know when, but several dozen strands of hair atop his head had turned white.

Only then was he able to retreat a full ten thousand li in safety.

After absorbing this lifespan, Di Hanzhi said coolly: "Many thanks for your five hundred years of lifespan."

With that, Di Hanzhi once again met with no obstruction whatsoever and swiftly entered Taihua Mountain.

The crowd clicked their tongues—good lord.

They had said not to provoke Xu Chen's women, but Yan Song just wouldn't listen.

The corner of Yan Song's mouth twitched slightly. Damn it, another failure.

Five hundred years of lifespan—he didn't know how long he'd have to cultivate to get it back.

Damn! These women of Xu Chen's really are all freaks.

But this time, there shouldn't be any more, right?

Fuck, there are already thirteen of them.

Could there possibly be a fourteenth Seven-turn Martial Saint next?

Impossible.

Five Turns or Six Turns might still exist, but a Seven-turn one—there couldn't possibly be another.

Thinking this, Yan Song once again glared viciously at the millions of subjects: "Are there any more of Xu Chen's women? Come out before Us, don't be a shrinking turtle."

Zhao Wuji, Yang Han, and the others thought briefly—seemed like Xu Chen did indeed have more women.

But women as terrifying as Lan Yun and Di Hanzhi, there really weren't any more.

The Tianzun Dynasty's Emperor Luo Shen might have such strength, but Luo Shen hadn't come at all.

Yan Song should know this; otherwise, he definitely wouldn't dare be so arrogant.

Yan Song sneered: "We thought every one of Xu Chen's women was powerful, but it turns out they're nothing more than this!

Heh, since that's the case, you lot just stay cowering obediently." A hint of smugness colored his words.

Yang Han and the others tut-tutted—wasn't this a case of "when no tiger roams the mountain, the monkey proclaims itself king"?