Facing Zhou Xuanji's cynicism, Fu Hao showed no care.
He chuckled, "You are right. But it's useless for a dead man to know this much."
He kicked and charged toward Zhou Xuanji.
The Ancient God Sword conjured the souls of the eight powerhouses, and each fought back.
Just when Fu Hao was about to reach Zhou Xuanji, he was swept away by a powerful gale.
He was not injured but laughed mockingly, "Zhou Xuanji, there is no need to resist. This will only increase your pain."
Boooom---
A violent aura exploded from his body, and a light blue flame covered his skin. His body blurred and reappeared above Zhou Xuanji's head in an instant.
Turning his body upside down, he kicked downwards like a whip. The kick was heavy and powerful.
The souls of the eight powerhouses used their abilities respectively and sent him flying away again.
This time, Fu Hao dared not to be careless.
