Godly Stay-Home Dad

Just as he was making his plans, Nameless took two big gulps of wine.    

"There's no point in bullying them. I, Burp, I'll help you tie down the two of you."    

As he spoke, he brought out a blue longsword and started fighting with Wu Xi and the other elemental weapons.    

No one had thought that Nameless would be so valiant. With sword attacks suppressing two people, he was skillful to the point of being able to drink two gulps of wine at the same time. His drunken demeanor was captivating.    

This time, Grand Elder of Wind Snow School got his wish and fought with Dong Chen. The two sides started fighting again.    

However, in terms of aura, the Tianxia Mountain was like a tiger that flowed with wind. Because of the heavy losses on the side of the Snow Wind Pavilion, they were extremely cautious.    

It was as if this battle had turned into a battle between the Kunxu Reaml and Zhang Hanyang's group. The victor of this battle would decide the outcome of this battle.    

Zhang Han was walking in the air. He seemed to be moving slowly, but he was actually walking toward Thirteen Southern Wasteland very quickly.    

A hundred meters to the left, Langfan and City Lord Si Nan were already engaged in a battle.    

After the first three moves, Langfan felt aggrieved in his heart.    

Normally, in Kunlun Immortal World, he would be able to kill his opponent in one move, but now, he couldn't even break that layer of skin.    

Thus, he gave Thirteen a look.    

"Forward!"    

Sou sou!    

This time around, when he went all out, the two pillars of light were as thick as the waist of a grown man.    

Zhang Han slapped his right hand, pure spirit energy unleashed a layer of protection, continuously wearing down the power of the Bright Moon Eyes.    

But in the next second.    

BOOM!    

Lang Fan, who was in front of Si Nan, strangely arrived behind Zhang Han, and fiercely stabbed his short blade towards Zhang Han's back.    

"I can't break that guy's defense, but you, Zhang Hanyang, die!"    

Langfan believed that with his speed, he could stab his sword down before Zhang Han could even react.    

The secret techniques he had used had already brought him a lot of battle merits. To a mere secular Zhang Hanyang, it was no problem at all.    

His short blade wasn't just a sharp weapon; it was a Nine Lives Poison that was refined in 30 years. If there was even a trace of it, even an Aurous Core would die.    

On this point, Thirteen of the South understood it as well. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not use any moves, but instead watched the scene unfold, or rather, enjoyed the moment of Zhang Hanyang's death.    

Without a doubt, for Thirteen to have such an expectant expression, it was enough to prove his strength.    

The weak could not obtain the emotions of the strong.    

"Xiao Han!"    

Dong Chen's pupils contracted.    

Zhang Guangyou's face changed.    

He never thought that Lang Fan's attack would be so sharp, under the attack of the sword, what would happen to Zhang Han?    

Everyone was well aware that a single stab from such a powerful being was equivalent to death.    

"Master!"    

Zhao Feng's heartbeat seemed to stop as he felt a suffocating feeling approach.    

Mu Xue, Leader Mu, Jiang Yanlan, Sect Leader Jiang,,, Eventide Heavenly Wolf, tens of thousands of people had gathered around.    

Almost all gazes were focused on Zhang Han.    

He watched as the glowing blade slowly descended.    

Could it be that Zhang Hanyang, who had just returned and had almost reversed the situation, was going to die under this sword?    

Under the nervous gazes of everyone present.    

Time seemed to slow down.    

Closer!    

Closer!    

The short blade was only ten centimeters away from Zhang Han!    

Just then, Zhang Han slowly turned around, but he was not fast enough to catch up with the dagger.    

Too late!    

Everyone held their breath, and at this moment, the entire battlefield became absolutely silent.    

No one moved. They were all watching the scene before them.    

Finally, just as the short blade arrived, Zhang Han turned around.    

His expression remained impassive.    

But the blade was already close to his chest.    

Facing this sword, Zhang Han stretched out his left hand, as if he wanted to grab onto the opponent's short blade, and clenched his right fist.    

"Die!"    

The smile had just appeared on Langfan's face.    

Clang!    

The short blade stabbed down.    

In that instant, the sound of metal clashing filled the entire space, as if two sharp blades were clashing with each other.    

Swish!    

Langfan's smile froze.    

"This is impossible!"    

His pupils rapidly shrank.    

He was perfectly aware that even after taking down his famous short blade, the other party's skin still hadn't been pierced through?    

How was this possible!    

The defense of the person with dragon scales before was merely a treasure.    

But the Zhang Hanyang in front of him, was able to block his short blade with just his skin?    

Why?    

He was suddenly at a loss.    

Nan Thirteen, Yuan Bing, and Wu Xi all had exaggerated expressions on their faces. Many of the people present could tell that their expressions were somewhat aghast.    

"Perhaps your true cultivation can injure me."    

Zhang Han said these words indifferently, as his left hand suddenly grabbed onto the opponent's short blade.    

"Unfortunately, you're not even a Jindan."    

Ka ka ka ka!    

Zhang Han clenched his left hand, causing the enemy's short blade to emit a popping sound.    

"You, you!"    

Langfan's face changed drastically, "You are a body cultivator?"    

He was shocked and angry.    

Body cultivation was not only a waste of resources, it was also not without body cultivation in the Kunlun Immortal World. Body cultivation techniques were not all that high class, but Zhang Hanyang could actually use his own body to block his killing move.    

With one hand gripping his short blade, he couldn't imagine it.    

"Shocked?"    

Zhang Han suddenly revealed a smile.    

Thump!    

Langfan instantly felt a sense of life or death crisis, and his body wanted to retreat at top speed.    

But Zhang Han's right fist had already landed.    

"Demonic Fist!"    

Zhang Han had cultivated to the second level, the Sky Demon Body, and the Sky Demon Skin.    

He had learned the Heavenly Demonic Fist Technique.    

When Zhang Han found out about the ability, he realised that the Demonic Fist Art was a close combat ability. The closer he got, the stronger it became.    

No one could fight against the creator of the Athanasia Demon Gong in close combat. They could only avoid it.    

When Zhang Han had completely mastered the Demonic Fist Art after fusing with his understanding of cultivation.    

It was his first time using it now ?    

Lang Fan didn't even have the time to think and wanted to use the spell earlier to avoid it.    

He suddenly realized that the black light on Zhang Han's right fist had completely suppressed his technique.    

One punch to destroy all techniques!    

"Save me!"    

Langfan's battle experience was plentiful. With a cry of surprise, countless spiritual energy revolved his body to defend against this move. As long as he blocked it, even if he was seriously injured, it would not matter because he still had his teammates.    

Thirteen was startled as well, and he once more revealed his Brightmoon Pupil.    

But he didn't have enough time.    

BOOM!    

As the fist descended, the sky changed colors, as though in that instant, darkness filled the sky.    

Bang!    

Zhang Han's fist landed on Langfan's chest.    

At that moment, Zhang Han's eyes flashed with a black light, and black fog s surrounded him.    

It was as if a demon king had appeared.    

And the Langfan in front of him, was an expert from the Kunlun Immortal World.    

His entire body was suffused with a layer of black light. Then, it broke down and turned into a wisp of smoke, slowly dissipating.    

Lang Fan, Peng!    

This scene frightened too many people.    

"Zhang, Zhang Hanyang, he's a demon, a demon!"    

Illusory Demon Sect Leader almost went crazy: "Last time he still couldn't kill peak of heaven comletion stage, but now he can actually... How could that be? He was a devil! Run, run! Flee! "Quick, run!"    

Even the people from the Kunlun Immortal World were killed by him, who could stop him?    

Illusory Demon Sect Leader was so scared that his face turned pale, and he immediately tried to flee.    

But Zhang Han paid attention to them.    

"You want to escape in front of me?"    

"Whiz!"    

Zhang Han's figure flashed, his speed was so fast that it was exaggerated, to the point that even Shi Fenghou was a little apprehensive.    

It seemed to be about the same as his own peak speed; it was too fast.    

Even to the extent where Illusory Demon Sect Leader did not even have time to react, he only saw Zhang Han land a punch in front of him.    

Bang!    

Illusory Demon Sect Leader's defense was like paper, breaking with a single touch.    

His entire body was smashed into smithereens.    

"This battle shall come to an end."    

Zhang Han looked at the people around him.    

The Sect Leaders of the Ten Tiger Sect and Infinite Gate.    

was targeted by Zhang Han.    

With a single punch, he killed a person.    

Bang bang bang bang ?    

Tens of thousands of people were dumbfounded by what they saw.    

Mu Xue's expression was full of worship:    

"I told you already, Master is a demon king! Look! He had shown his might, everyone was going to die! Blood rivers, mountains of corpses and bones ? "    

The scene that he saw that day appeared in Mu Xue's mind.    

With so many corpses, even if tens of thousands of people present died, it would only be less than one percent.    

Great Demon King!    

A complete devil!    

Leader Mu's face was stiff, at a loss of what to do:    

This brat is so fierce, my god, no wonder my daughter wanted to be the disciple of such a person. This old man also wants to be his disciple.    

Zhang Guangyou's eyes lit up, there were even traces of tears.    

Son, you are so amazing, so amazing ?    

Dong Chen, Third Elder, Great Elder, Ji Wushuang, Lei Tiannan, Jiang Yanlan, etc. Almost everyone was standing in place, with their heads raised as they watched Zhang Han's massacre.    

Strong!    

No one could match him in suppressing the entire audience.    

As for Snow Wind Pavilion and the rest, they were completely terrified.    

Seeing Zhang Han's invincible might, how could he still want to continue fighting?    

His mind was in a mess, and he wanted to escape.    

Finally, the first person turned around and fled.    

Second, third ? 100th place...    

The crowd could no longer control itself.    

"Kill!"    

Dong Chen bellowed, and Tianxia Mountain immediately chased after him.    

It had only been a little more than ten seconds since Zhang Han had killed Langfan.    

Thirteen's face was slightly pale:    

"You actually ?" Let's kill him together! "    

Nan Thirteen also felt that it was unbelievable, but with the current situation, he could only try and kill Zhang Han, or else he would only be able to escape.    

"How?"    

Wu Xi and the Elemental Soldier were locked in a fight by Nameless, unable to get away.    

On the other hand, the Dragon Scale City's City Lord, Si Nan, looked left and right before running to the back of Thirteen to prevent him from escaping.    

Seeing that, Nan Thirteen's face became ugly, and just as he was about to say something, Zhang Han had already flew over quickly.    

"If you want to kill me, that's not enough!"    

"Let's go!" Thirteen said coldly.    

However, Zhang Han ignored his attack and quickly approached him.    

This time, Thirteen from the south was prepared and didn't want to get close to him.    

But Zhang Han's ability was more than just one.    

He stretched out his left hand.    

Empty Shattering Hand!    

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!    

The surrounding space was trembling, Thirteen's speed was slow, and it was extremely uncomfortable. He turned his head to look at Zhang Han.    

What was approaching him was a punch filled with demonic power!    

"Zhang Han, Yang!"    

Thirteen faced the sky and roared. A ring appeared in his right hand and surrounded his body.    

Bang!    

He had blocked that punch.    

But Zhang Han's next punch had already arrived.    

Bang bang bang bang bang ?    

He punched five times in a row, and with a 'kacha' sound, cracks appeared on the ring.    

The sixth punch shattered the ring.    

Following that, Zhang Han threw his seventh punch.    

"NO!" No! Zhang Hanyang! "No, I am..."    

Thirteen's frightened roar suddenly stopped.    

Langfan, Thirteen of the South, perished!