Godslayer: Jiahao Gets Stronger? Starting with a Big Chicken with Sauce

Han Shaoyun stood in the eye of the hurricane, his clothes fluttering wildly, the tip of his halberd gleaming coldly.

The snake woman huddled against the wall, a gloating smile playing on her lips.

Although she couldn't beat Jiahao, Han Shaoyun was different.

The thirteenth seat of the believer, at the peak of the Sea Realm, is a true combat power type.

"Han Shaoyun is finally getting serious," the snake woman muttered to herself. "Let's see how long you can keep up your act now."

Wang Jia'ao stood on the edge of the hurricane, his black T-shirt fluttering in the wind. Looking at the halberd in Han Shaoyun's hand, he suddenly spoke.

"That halberd of yours, it's just for show, isn't it? It's not all show and no substance, is it?"

Han Shaoyun was preparing a full-force sweeping attack when the other party's words almost made him lose his composure.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That's a perfect double entendre!

Han Shaoyun's face turned completely dark.

"You, a mere cultivator at the Zhan Realm, wouldn't even have a chance to escape from a peak Sea Realm expert. Are you just spouting nonsense?"

"run?"

Wang Jia'ao tilted his head.

"Why should I run? Only trash needs to run; a true hero simply needs to sit on his throne."

"My name is Wang Jia'ao. When you hear this, it means you're finished."

Han Shaoyun's halberd, enveloped in a fierce wind, thrust straight forward. The gray-white wind blades condensed into a spiral column of air at the tip of the halberd, scraping away the plaster on the brick walls wherever it passed.

The full-force attack from the peak of the Sea Realm was compressed to its limit within the enclosed space of the Wujie Void.

Wang Jia'ao stood still, his gaze calmly fixed on the approaching halberd tip.

Then, just as the tip of the halberd was less than a foot from his throat, his body shifted three inches to the left.

The halberd grazed his shoulder, the air currents ruffling his bangs and collar, but it didn't touch him at all.

Han Shaoyun's pupils contracted slightly, and he flipped his wrist.

The halberd slashed horizontally in mid-air, changing from a thrust to a sweep, and brought down in a more intense gust of wind.

This move is extremely fast and is a combination of killer moves that he has honed over many years of actual combat.

Anyone caught in the ordinary sea would be severely injured, if not killed, by this halberd strike.

However, Wang Jia'ao only leaned back slightly, and the halberd's edge grazed his clothes again.

After missing his target twice in a row, Han Shaoyun finally frowned.

He steadied himself, pointed the tip of his halberd diagonally at the ground, and his gaze turned serious.

"You're not from the Zhanjing realm? How could someone from the Zhanjing realm have such a fast reaction speed?"

"A realm of light?"

Wang Jia'ao straightened up. "When did you get the misconception that I only have the strength of the Zhan Realm?"

Han Shaoyun's eyes sharpened.

At this moment, he had to re-evaluate the boy in front of him.

It's impossible for someone at the Zhanjing realm to dodge two full-force attacks from a peak Haijing realm expert consecutively, especially with such ease and comfort.

He took a deep breath, gripped the halberd horizontally in front of his chest, and a more intense aura surged from his body.

The wind swirled and coiled around the halberd, emitting a low, mournful sound. The grayish-white air currents grew thicker and thicker, gradually coalescing into a storm visible to the naked eye.

Han Shaoyun was not the type to underestimate his opponent. After his two attempts to test the waters failed, he decided to go all out.

The halberd thrust out suddenly, and the gray-white storm instantly erupted, transforming into a hurricane that swept towards Wang Jia'ao.

A fatal blow!

A tornado destroyed a parking lot!

Wang Jia'ao remained motionless, his gaze calmly fixed on the approaching hurricane, his fingers spread wide, his palm facing the hurricane.

Then......

Grab it in one go, and refine it in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, a grayish-white shockwave exploded outwards, spreading in all directions. The shockwave kicked up rubble and dust from the ground, which slammed against the walls on both sides with a crackling sound.

The dust has settled.

Han Shaoyun stood still, but the composure he had shown before was gone from his face.

The snake woman's vertical pupils were filled with horror.

"This is impossible."

The snake woman's voice was ethereal, "How could someone like you, a mere cultivator at the Lamp Realm, possibly..."

"impossible?"

Wang Jia'ao withdrew his right hand. "Nothing is impossible."

He took two steps toward Han Shaoyun, each step carrying a sense of oppression that made people involuntarily retreat.

Han Shaoyun did indeed retreat, his grip on the halberd tightening slightly.

"Who exactly are you? Who is behind you?"

"Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch."

Wang Jia'ao answered crisply, "Ye Fan. You should know him, right?"

"Definitely more than that."

Han Shaoyun stared at him and said, word by word, "No one at the Zhan Realm, no matter how powerful their background, could possibly possess this kind of power. There's definitely more than just Ye Fan behind you."

Wang Jia'ao stopped in his tracks. "You're right. There's definitely more than just Ye Fan behind me."

Han Shaoyun was taken aback.

I didn't expect it wasn't just Ye Fan, could it be the Great Xia God?

"The force behind me is the mighty will of the entire Great Xia Dynasty."

"They are ordinary people who look up at the sky and want to become stronger. They are every soul that still believes in the light even in the darkness."

"I am the protagonist."

"When you close your eyes, it's dark; when you open them, it's light. If I'm not the protagonist, then who is?"

"I want to look in the mirror, but alas, I have no form."

"Everyone is protecting the Earth, but I trample the Earth under my feet."

"Qin King Ying Zheng lived a thousand years before me. Should I avoid his sharp edge, or should a king not meet another king?"

[Jiahao Value +15]

[Jiahao Value +40]

[Current Jiahao Value: 13040]

Han Shaoyun couldn't hold back.

Every word Jiahao utters challenges his understanding of what a normal person should be like.

Does he even look human anymore?

"You......." Han Shaoyun opened his mouth, but in the end only managed to utter one word.

Wang Jia'ao did not give him another chance to speak.

He took a step forward, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Han Shaoyun's fighting instincts made him subconsciously raise his halberd and hold it horizontally in front of his chest, but he was no faster than Wang Jia'ao.

He only felt a gust of wind coming from his left, and then his wrist was grabbed by a hand.

"Smack."

The crisp sound of meat sizzling was particularly clear in the quiet alley.

Wang Jia'ao had somehow gotten behind him, his right hand with its five fingers together, the edge of his palm pressed against the back of his neck, just an inch away from cutting him off.

With this posture, if the opponent is willing, a single palm strike can knock him unconscious or even kill him outright.

"Han Shaoyun".

Wang Jia'ao's voice came from behind him, with a hint of nonchalant laughter.

"Is your strength as laughable as your halberd?"

"......."

Han Shaoyun did not answer.

He was completely under their control.

The spiritual power of a peak-level expert in the Sea Realm seemed so pale at this moment.

The opponent didn't even use the forbidden energy; he forced him into this situation solely through physical strength and speed.

Han Shaoyun felt that he was wet.

Was it sweat? Oh, it was urine.

He said that a fight of this magnitude could not possibly make him sweat.