Divine Seal: Fire Kirin Fly Template, shattering the Demon God Pillar!

Chapter 51: The Illusionary Qilin Armor! Slaying the Demon God Saigong
It was slightly different from the pure fiery red armor that Li Hao remembered Huo Linfei wearing.

This Phantom Scale Armor is a deeper, more textured crimson gold.

Every joint of the armor is meticulously carved with intricate and sacred golden Qilin patterns.

It seemed not to be a creation of the mortal world, but rather a suit of armor bestowed by the gods themselves.

The eyes of the Qilin head on its chest burned with two points of living, spiritual golden flames, majestic and sacred.

"Then...what is that?!"

In the distance, the Holy Spirit Heart was being suppressed by the combined forces of the Winged Bull Demon Sai Gong and the Green Demon God Xi Er, and was in dire straits.

He caught a glimpse of this astonishing scene out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

When did the Warrior's Temple forge such magnificent and powerful armor?
No, this is not ordinary armor at all!

It's...it's a divine artifact!

The overwhelming divine pressure even made him, the Assassin King, feel a pang of fear.

"You ant, you dare to be distracted while fighting this demon god? You're courting death!"

Seizing upon the momentary lapse in attention in the Holy Spirit's heart, the Winged Bull Madman Sai Gong let out a sinister laugh.

The huge spiked mace in his hand, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, slammed down fiercely toward Holy Spirit Heart's head.

Holy Spirit felt a chill run down his spine and hastily parried with his sword, but the immense force caused his blood to surge, his body to retreat violently, and his arm to go numb.

However, at this moment.

A long, exhilarating roar echoed from the center of the battlefield, engulfed in raging flames.

"So powerful! This feeling of power overflowing throughout my body...it's so exhilarating!"

Wearing the Illusionary Scale Armor, Li Hao simply clenched his fist and felt an unprecedented explosive power surging through his limbs and bones.

The spiritual energy within his body seemed to be equipped with a super amplifier, and each flow brought a response as powerful as a tsunami.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning.

He stared directly at the dark red sea of ​​fire pressing down on his head, and behind the sea of ​​fire, at the enraged ninth-tier demon god.

"Old Lion, you had a great time just now, didn't you? Now it's my turn!"

Before he finished speaking, the pair of metallic wings on Li Hao's back suddenly flapped.

He transformed into a crimson-gold arrow released from a bow, advancing instead of retreating, actively charging towards the blazing sea of ​​fire.

"You ignorant brat! Turn me to ashes!"

Upon seeing this, An Luo was furious but instead laughed.

He couldn't think of any reason why a mere seventh-order human would have the courage to directly challenge him, a ninth-order demon god.

As soon as An Luoxian had a thought, the speed at which the sea of ​​fire descended suddenly increased.

Simultaneously.

His intact giant fist blazed with flames once more, and he blasted it towards the tiny golden light from afar.

His other hand made a grasping motion in the air.

A ferocious greatsword made of lava and demonic energy instantly took shape, and with the force to cleave mountains, it cleaved down.

Faced with this devastating double attack, Li Hao's figure traced an unbelievable and bizarre step in mid-air.

Like a feather blown by a gale, it deftly avoided the domineering and incomparably powerful fiery iron fist by the slightest margin.

Immediately afterwards, without dodging or avoiding, he used his right fist, covered in crimson gold gauntlets, to slam hard into the back of the molten flame greatsword that was cleaving down from above.

clang--!
A deafening clang of metal clashing!

Li Hao's body was thrown back by the enormous recoil force, but he did not fly backward in a disheveled manner.

Instead, it used this force to propel itself like a cannonball, hurtling diagonally towards the battle group where the Holy Spirit Heart was located at an even greater speed.

His goal from the very beginning was not An Luoxian, who was at the ninth rank!
What a joke!
Although he has now upgraded his weaponry and his strength has increased dramatically, he is not arrogant enough to be able to confront a ninth-tier demon god head-on.

The difference between the seventh and ninth ranks is not only the difference in the total amount of spiritual power, but also the gap in the understanding of deeper levels of power.

Once An Luo fully expands his domain, he will have no choice but to run away.

Choose the softest persimmons to squeeze.

"Chief of Staff! Help me hold that bull in place for one more breath!"

As they flew at breakneck speed, Li Hao's booming voice, enhanced by the Illusionary Scale Armor, clearly reached the ears of the Holy Spirit Heart.

"it is good!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Holy Spirit understood Li Hao's intention in an instant.

With a gritted teeth, he unleashed his spiritual power without reservation.

The entire creature abandoned all defense, relentlessly engaging the Winged Bull Madman Saigong in a desperate, suicidal frenzy. "Madman!"

The Ismaili were taken aback by the Holy Spirit's sudden and frantic attack, and were caught off guard, forced to retreat repeatedly.

Meanwhile, on the other side was the Azure Demon God.

As the ferocious, crimson-gold war god charged straight toward them with boundless power, a flicker of instinctive fear flashed in his cold, serpentine eyes.

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat can be decided in an instant.

That momentary delay, that half-step distance, became the distance that determined life and death.

"Fire-Cloud-Technique!"

Li Hao seized this fleeting, deadly opportunity, which the Holy Spirit had risked his life for!

This time, he didn't even raise his hand; the lifelike Qilin head on his chest suddenly lit up, as if it had come to life.

A beam of crimson-gold light, more condensed, hotter, and more violent than before, was compressed into a single point.

Seemingly ignoring the distance in space, it appeared before Saigong, who was struggling to deal with the Holy Spirit Heart, in an instant.

"Do not--!"

On the massive bull's head of the Saigong, a pair of eyes the size of copper bells were instantly filled with endless fear.

He sensed the aura of death, a terrifying energy powerful enough to completely evaporate his demonic body and soul.

He wanted to escape, to hide, to parry!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The spiritual power of the Holy Spirit Heart tightly restrained his weapon, while the beam of death was already imprinted on his chest.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a moment of deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, a small, crimson-gold sun suddenly burst open on the chest of the Communist Party of Kyrgyzstan.

Boundless light and heat swept wildly in all directions!

Wherever the crimson-gold destructive spiritual power passed, the hard ground melted away like butter scalded by a branding iron, turning into scorching earth and lava.

The closest Holy Spirit Heart and the Azure Demon God System.

Before they could even scream, they were violently thrown away by the aftershocks of the explosion, like two fallen leaves in a storm.

"boom--!"

With a dull thud, a huge, charred body fell from the center of the destructive flames and crashed heavily to the ground.

It was the corpse of the Winged Bull Madman Sai Gong.

A huge hole appeared in his chest, its edges smooth as a mirror, as if it had been pierced through by some divine weapon in an instant.

Wisps of golden flame still flickered at the wound, burning away his remaining life force and demonic energy.

A strong, acrid smell, a mixture of sulfur and burnt meat, began to permeate the entire battlefield.

Sixty-one pillars of demon gods, the eighth-tier winged bull madman—Sai Gong, is dead!
The whole place was in deathly silence.

The blue demon god Xi'er, who had been thrown hundreds of meters away, scrambled to his feet.

When he saw the tragic state of Sai Gong's death, the entire city of Shanghai was stunned.

A chill ran from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head, making him feel cold all over and shiver.

died?

The eighth-tier peak demon god, the powerful Winged Bull Demon Sai Gong, just like that... died?
He was instantly killed in one move by a human who had just broken through to the seventh rank?
What the hell is this?!

On the other side, Holy Spirit Heart also scrambled to his feet, ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, and stared blankly at the corpse of the Sai Gong.

He glanced again at the golden figure in the distance, bathed in holy fire, looking like a god descending to earth, and swallowed hard.

He...he did it?
Did he really kill an eighth-level demon god right in front of a ninth-level demon god?
The Holy Spirit feels that his worldview has been repeatedly shattered and rebuilt today, and now it is a complete mess.

At this moment, the one who was most furious was none other than the ninth-order demon god An Luoxian.

His raging flames, powerful enough to scorch the heavens and boil the seas, had barely reached the spot where Li Hao had been standing, yet they hadn't even burned a single hair on his head.

He watched helplessly as that "ant" staged an incredible comeback right before his eyes.

He killed the demon god Saigong who came with him on the spot!

This is no longer a provocation, nor is it an insult.

It's a blatant slap in the face!
In front of all the demons, he ruthlessly pressed the face of this ninth-level demon god to the ground and rubbed it back and forth with the soles of his feet.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

Anluo let out a roar that shook the heavens and the fury contained in his voice was so intense it could burn a hole in the sky!
"You! Deserve! Death!"

(End of this chapter)