It was not so much a low mountain as a stretch of rolling hills.
Amidst them, water raged, coiling like a Dragon.
Now, it soared into the sky, its power domineering.
Judging by this posture, it was definitely an aerial menace, sweeping away anything that flew or ran on the ground.
Ji Hao, with his volatile temper and formidable strength, saw the water Jiao approaching and directly kicked it.
The water, formless yet tangible, then dragged Ji Hao and everyone else headfirst into it.
Before they could react, the water Jiao coiled like a giant snake, its body rapidly tightening. On its surface, water, like threads, tightly entwined.
Ji Hao released everyone, letting them fend for themselves in the water.
His objective was to break through.
"Za Yu, how dare you!"
Ji Hao roared in anger, but as soon as he opened his mouth, water forcefully rushed in.
Zhou You swayed haphazardly in the water, holding his breath, his Right Hand gripping the hilt of his sword.
Zhou Chen, Zhou Xian, and Lu Renjia were truly in dire straits; their eyes had rolled back, and their faces were flushed red.
Yao Si, however, was able to protect himself, which might have been related to his professional career. At the very least, he could remain calm in a crisis.
Sword Stream!
Zhou You's Right Hand moved, and the water in front of him was instantly cut open, then...
It instantly closed again.
Water, without a solid form, cannot be cut.
Zhou You paused, then immediately performed the Continuous Sword Drawing Technique.
Drawing a sword in water was very strenuous.
The faster he drew his sword, the greater the resistance his Right Hand arm experienced.
The result was...
It looked useful, but in reality, it was not.
Boom!
The Blood Spirit Kui appeared, and Ji Hao's body exuded a tyrannical Qi, the terrifying airflow forcefully bursting the water apart.
Although the crowd was not drowned, except for Zhou You, they were all left bleeding from their mouths and noses, their Qi weak, and half-dead from the shock.
"Za Yu!"
Ji Hao roared, detesting this feeling.
Because he was invincible, at least he thought so himself.
Torrential water poured down from the sky, creating a true downpour.
"Eh? Eh eh eh eh..."
Zhou You's eyes widened, and he let out a panicked cry.
Because all of them were falling downwards, except for Yao Si and Ji Hao.
Yao Si reacted quickly; even though he was half-dead, he knew it was time to show his worth.
He swiftly moved in the air, Zhou Chen in his Left Hand, Lu Renjia in his Right Hand, and Zhou Xian gripped between his legs. He opened his mouth to bite Zhou You's clothes but missed.
Ji Hao seemed to finally react, reaching out to grab them.
But it was already too late.
Thud!
With a muffled thud, a mound was directly smashed through.
The ground was muddy, and floods surged between the hills.
This was manipulated.
Zhou You crawled out of the mound with difficulty, covered in mud, his face a mess.
Ji Hao looked up, then at Zhou You, "You didn't die from that fall?"
The falling height was at least five hundred meters.
Zhou You's body was enveloped in spiritual Qi, clearing away the mud, "Do you really want to kill me by falling?"
"No, I really want to hack you to death."
Ji Hao said coldly; he was an honest person and disliked lying.
Yao Si landed steadily with the others, asking with concern, "Young Master Zhou, are you alright?"
Ji Hao sneered, "You're talking nonsense. If he were in trouble, would you need to ask? If he's fine, isn't asking pointless?"
Yao Si looked awkward; this was merely a polite greeting.
It was like seeing someone shattered by a carriage, then rushing over and asking, 'Are you alright?'
It was about making conversation, generally unrelated to the actual situation.
Or, for example, a man drowning his sorrows in alcohol after being cheated on, and you could also ask, 'Brother, are you alright?'
Zhou You straightened his body, "There's Demonic Qi."
He repeated the sentence.
But this sentence was not merely a repetition; it was a repeated reminder of something.
That is...
There's Demonic Qi.
The explanation of Demonic Qi is actually very simple.
Ordinary Yao Beasts do not possess Demonic Qi; if one does not perceive their strength through senses, they are not much different from ordinary wild beasts.
Therefore, when one speaks of Demonic Qi, it means this Yao is very strong.
Just as 'one's Qi is naturally refined by the poetry within', when a Yao enters the Ninth Rank, it will emit its own unique Qi.
From this, it can be seen that this is at least a Ninth Rank Yao Beast.
At this level, it is a true Great Yao.
When ordinary Cultivators face Yao Beasts, they often arrogantly say, 'A mere small Yao, easily slain with a raise of the hand.' But when facing such a formidable foe, they usually say:
"My heavens, it's actually a Great Yao!"
Anyway, it's about treating them differently.
"Found it."
Ji Hao's eyes were sharp, his black saber in hand, and he roared, "Follow me!"
"Can we not go?"
Yao Si was terrified, asking cautiously.
Are you kidding? A Ninth Rank Great Yao, and I'm supposed to go join the fun? Am I tired of living?
Ji Hao gave him a cold glance.
Yao Si quickly explained, "Let me state beforehand, I'm not afraid of death. It's mainly that these three are still very young, and they shouldn't lose their lives in vain."
This was a very reasonable excuse, as this reason made Zhou You readily accept it.
But...
Ji Hao refused to accept.
"They stay here, you come with us."
Ji Hao delivered his final death sentence.
Yao Si forced a smile, but in an instant, he had already cursed Ji Hao's ancestors for eighteen generations and his descendants for eighteen generations in his heart.
As Zhou You walked forward, he expressed his incomprehension, "He was beaten so badly by you, what use would he be if he went?"
Ji Hao sneered, "If he doesn't go, who will I show off to? To you? Will you even watch? A true strong person's battle needs an audience. Without an audience, how can one be remembered for generations? How can one be known by the world? I never believe in doing things anonymously. When I do something, you must know about it, otherwise, what's the point of me doing it? Which famous battle in history wasn't spread by the audience? If it's self-praise, that's too unrefined."
Zhou You's eyes widened; they shone with light.
That was the light of wisdom.
This Ji Hao...
Possesses great wisdom!
Beneath his volatile exterior, a meticulous heart was hidden.
Zhou You secretly memorized Ji Hao's words; indeed, having this person by his side, he could learn many things.
Yao Si eagerly showed off, "Young Masters, rest assured, I will widely publicize this, not only truthfully telling others but also adding embellishments and spreading rumors. To be honest, I also know some exaggerated descriptive methods."
He was excited, and the reason for his excitement was not going to his death.
But that he had value!
Imagine, if he died, who would spread their achievements?
Just for this reason, Ji Hao couldn't kill him.
In front, the torrent surged, and the floodwaters once again condensed, forming a Jiao Dragon that raised its head, scrutinizing their direction.