Chapter 155 Destroying the Boats

"How... can this be?"

The leader of the Jia clan warriors, whose high status was blatantly obvious, roared in shock. His four massive eyes dilated a fraction further, looking all the more terrifying. He stepped back out of Manman's attack range, stamped his foot, and charged straight at Ji Hao himself.

Seeing their leader make a move in person, the other Jia clan warriors immediately set their minds at ease. Focusing all their attention on Manman, they launched a ferocious pounce, intent only on exhausting her strength and capturing her alive and unscathed.

Ji Hao snatched up a shield dropped by a Jia clan warrior on the ground. Gripping the black stone blade in his right hand, he stood his ground and watched the charging Jia clan leader intently.

Although killing four Jia clan warriors in succession looked effortless, Ji Hao had already exhausted all his trump cards. This Jia clan leader was clearly several notches stronger than the other warriors; he could even withstand multiple heavy hammer blows from Manman, proving that his strength was terrifyingly immense.

A human figure flashed. Subconsciously, Ji Hao raised his left-hand shield to meet it.

However, the shield hit nothing. A sudden flash of brilliant light erupted from the armor on Ji Hao's body as a heavy fist landed viciously on his face. Ji Hao emitted a muffled groan; his vision suddenly went pitch black as countless stars danced before his eyes. His body was sent flying backward, knocked into the air by the Jia clan leader's single punch.

Alarm bells rang wildly in Ji Hao's mind. He couldn't see; his vision was blurred. He was completely unable to capture the trajectory of this Jia clan warrior's attacks.

His eyes suddenly turned a golden-red. Ji Hao pushed the Golden Crow Divine Eyes to their limit and released his spiritual sense outward with all his might. As his spiritual sense blanketed a radius of a mile, Ji Hao suddenly detected a streak of black shadow sweeping past his flank. Subconsciously, he slashed his blade down toward the shadow.

A sharp, searing pain shot through his wrist. Ji Hao barely managed to make out the Jia clan leader's body pressed tightly against his own. With a pair of exquisite joint-locking techniques, the leader effortlessly snapped Ji Hao's wrist and snatched the black stone blade away. Before Ji Hao could react, the Jia clan leader, his face dark and gloomy, casually thrust the blade straight toward Ji Hao's chest.

Ji Hao was shocked. How could this fellow move so fast? Furthermore, his strength was terrifyingly strong!

Only now did Ji Hao truly grasp what Si Wenming meant when he said that every single warrior of the Pleiades Moon Legion possessed top-tier combat skills and combat awareness. The two Jia clan warriors he had killed earlier had indeed underestimated their enemy, and his own trump cards had caught them entirely off guard.

Yet against the Jia clan leader right before him, Ji Hao was utterly powerless to resist.

He could not see the opponent's movements. His body could not keep up with the opponent's speed of attack, and his physical strength was simply incomparable.

He was completely outmatched. Even with the astonishing defensive power of his armor, his wrist had still been snapped by the opponent, showing that the enemy's offensive power had exceeded the limit of this piece of armor refined by A Bao.

The stone blade drove fiercely downward. Activating his Golden Crow Divine Eyes, Ji Hao barely managed to discern the blade's trajectory.

"Do not underestimate the Shamans of the Southern Wasteland!" Ji Hao roared, spitting a torrent of fresh blood. The blood arrow seemed to teleport, appearing directly upon the black stone blade. This inherited shamanic treasure of the Golden Crow tribe suddenly transformed into a wisp of black Qi, merging directly into Ji Hao's body. Then, with a flash of black light, the black stone blade abruptly emerged from Ji Hao's fractured wrist, slashing viciously into the Jia clan leader's body.

The Jia clan leader was evidently taken aback.

It wasn't that he underestimated the Shamans of the Southern Wasteland; rather, he had indeed been a bit careless regarding Ji Hao. A brat of such tender age—even if he were the most elite genius of the most powerful tribe in the Southern Wasteland—how many shamanic spells could he possibly master? How many bizarre shamanic secret techniques could he wield?

Yet Ji Hao was able to utilize a shamanic treasure with such ingenious skill. The Jia clan leader was indeed caught off guard; the black stone blade pierced the defense of his armor, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash across his arm.

This was the inherited shamanic treasure of the Golden Crow tribe. Even if Ji Hao could only unleash a small fraction of its power, that power remained astonishingly formidable.

"Good lad!" the Jia clan leader shouted. "Are you willing to become my slave? Become my slave, and I can pardon the capital crime of you slaughtering my clansmen! Your talent is exceptional. You, and your children and grandchildren for generations to come, shall be my slaves forever, and I can forgive all your sins!"

"Shove it up your old mother's face!" Ji Hao cursed with utmost vulgarity. The brocade pouch at his waist stirred, and the three flying daggers and two flying swords he had looted traced five graceful arcs. Controlling the swords with his spiritual sense, Ji Hao cleverly launched the Heaven-Opening Strike.

His Purple Palace Golden Pellet clicked and cracked. Launching the Heaven-Opening Strike via spiritual sense control brought a terrifying backlash that nearly shattered Ji Hao's soul. Yet, gritting his teeth, he forcibly unleashed this desperate strike in the face of mortal peril, slashing fiercely at the Jia clan leader.

"Cursed savage!" The Jia clan leader was about to go mad!

The secret art of controlling weapons via spiritual sense! Judging by his combat style, this fellow was unmistakably a shaman warrior from the Southern Wasteland—a violent fighter meant for close-quarters combat whose defining characteristics were ferocious onslaughts and brutal attacks. Controlling weapons with spiritual sense... such a profound secret technique was, for the soul-neglecting shaman tribes of the Southern Wasteland, something only a tiny handful of immensely gifted and powerful shaman priests could possibly possess!

The Heaven-Opening Strike was indeed fierce and extraordinary, exploiting every void and weakness to strike directly at the most abstruse and elusive 'One' between heaven and earth.

The Jia clan leader's figure moved like lightning as he forcibly shifted his body. Before the flying daggers and swords could slash down, he twisted his physique to evade two of the daggers and swords. However, the very last flying dagger struck squarely at his most vulnerable point of that fleeting instant. A cold light a zhang long flashed, and a deep gash was carved straight across the Jia clan leader's face, chewing his two left eyes into a bloody pulp as torrents of fresh blood sprayed continuously.

Howling in agonizing pain, the Jia clan leader flicked his figure forward. Before Ji Hao could react, his throat was seized in the leader's grasp.

A terrifying, irresistible torrent of giant strength swept over him. Ji Hao's neck emitted a series of sharp cracks as most of his cervical vertebrae were snapped in an instant. By a mere hair's breadth, Ji Hao's entire head was on the verge of being ripped straight off his shoulders by this horrifying Jia clan leader.

"Is bullying a child really that much fun?" Si Wenming's voice drifted leisurely. Like a phantom, he appeared behind the Jia clan leader, gently tapping both of the leader's shoulders with his hands. The Jia clan leader's arms instantly disintegrated into dust.

With another gentle tap of his right hand, he pressed his palm upon the Jia clan leader's head. The Jia clan leader—so formidable and overbearing that he had left Ji Hao virtually powerless to fight back—suddenly went "bang" and exploded, transforming into a vast cloud of yellow sand that drifted away.

Ji Hao collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck—which had been stretched nearly an inch longer—with a bizarre scream, "Uncle, where on earth did you go?"

Si Wenming smiled calmly, a hint of sternness and grim solemnity in his voice. "Since blows have been struck, we must slay without mercy and root out the evil entirely. Not a single one can be allowed to escape!"

Just as his voice fell, the lower sections of all eighteen metal warships simultaneously exploded. Amidst muffled, deafening blasts, the eighteen metal warships suddenly shattered into countless fragments of varying sizes. A terrifying shockwave swept outward, tearing dozens of fine cracks even across the giant turtle's hard shell.