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The moment Ye Hao's power exploded, Son-of-Saint, Zihua, who was on the other side, couldn't help but contract his pupils. The mocking sneer on his face instantly froze and for the first time, his expression changed.

The Qi and Blood Strength that erupted from the youth's body was truly too terrifying. Even with his primordial purple energy, he still felt an extremely intense pressure. This was something that was impossible to imagine in the past.

Not only Son-of-Saint, Zihua, even the other geniuses from far away were shocked as well. Their minds rumbled as if they were struck by lightning. They did not dare to believe what they were seeing right in front of their eyes.

They had never imagined that there would be such a terrifying power hidden within the young man's body. Could it be that in the previous clash, he hadn't used his full strength yet?

Facing a Son-of-Saint Level demon, he actually still dared to hold back. The youth's courage and strength simply caused everyone to feel a chill down their spines.

"Do you think you're the only one hiding?"

Ye Hao took a deep breath and felt the boundless power he had never felt before. He sneered at Son-of-Saint, Zihua whose eyes were tightly shut. The reason he did not use his full strength in that exchange just now was so he could test out the difference between when the Polar Arts was completely perfected and compared to how it was back then.

Needless to say, the result made him extremely satisfied.

At present, Ye Hao did not plan to hold back anymore. After all, when facing the legendary primordial purple gas and Saint Blood Lineage, no matter how arrogant he was, he would not be so stupid as to not use his full strength to suppress it.

"Sly aboriginals!"

Son-of-Saint, Zihua's eyes twitched and killing intent flashed in his eyes. For the first time, he felt fear in his heart. It was because the former's qi and blood was too powerful, even slightly inferior to his.

With such a powerful Physical Strength, it was no wonder that his Follower could not even withstand a single blow.

"So what if you're hiding your strength? This Saint will not find it any harder to kill you than killing a chicken!"

Boom!

Son-of-Saint, Zihua shouted coldly. He forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and maintained his peak state of mind as he transformed into a purple Divine Light and charged out for the first time.

"If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you can't! But you... You will soon become the first Extraterritorial Son-of-Saint I have ever killed! "

Ye Hao shouted as if a Prehistoric Monster had awoken within his body. When the power within his body completely exploded out, it too transformed into a ray of light and explosively rushed out.

BOOM!

The two streaks of light were like two meteorites, carrying an incomparably terrifying aura, as they instantly collided with each other, and in an instant, it was as though millions of immortal thunder exploded in the sky, and the terrifying aftershocks caused the entire world to shake, and the Void Space collapsed like a mirror, revealing pitch-black spatial turbulence.

Amongst the raging Storm of Power, Ye Hao's expression was solemn. His fists were like rainbows as they opened and closed, pushing his power to its limits. The scarlet blood that was surrounded by the divine light in his body was like a surging river, circulating and surging, erupting with waves of terrifying blood flow.

The most shocking thing was that deep within the crimson blood, there was a trace of faint golden blood that seemed to contain a divinity. The power that it exuded was even more vast, and with every circulation, Ye Hao's aura was like a volcano as it kept on rising.

"Impossible!"

On the other side, Son-of-Saint, Zihua unleashed his monstrous aura, as if he was a murderer in human form. His terrifying aura shook the heavens, causing the space around him to collapse as he moved to clash with Ye Hao's dazzling fist imprints.

Facing the young man whose aura was constantly rising, he felt more and more fearful. If not for the purple colored Divine Light that coiled around him, seemingly carrying some sort of intelligence, as it wriggled around like a living being and blocked many of the young man's fist prints, his current fighting style would have been even more obvious.

"How could a mere native possibly shake the Son of Heaven!? Die!"

As a Saint Blood Lineage, he was extraordinary. Even when facing a Holy Son of the same level, he had never been afraid, and could not accept the fact that he was suppressed by a aboriginal cultivator.

In that moment, the vast and majestic purple qi surged, covering the sky and covering the sun, filling the sky, as if the entire space of the ruins was dyed purple, and in the purple gas that filled the sky, Son-of-Saint, Zihua was more like the son of a god, filled with a mysterious and terrifying radiance, his aura faintly surpassing Ye Hao.

"Grandmist purple energy …"

Ye Hao's expression was serious, and did not dare to be careless. His black eyes flowed with runes as he secretly activated the Spring and Autumn Pupil and stared at Son-of-Saint, Zihua, whose aura was becoming more and more berserk.

In regards to this kind of strength, cultivators should be most familiar with it. In the world, once a practitioner of the Sanqing Mountain enters the realm, they have to start cultivating and absorb the morning dew every day, and the moment the sun rose, they would immediately use their cultivation techniques to cultivate, all for the sake of capturing the incomparably rare primordial purple gas in the world.

However, Son-of-Saint, Zihua, as the grandmist purple gas, was able to use this kind of energy endlessly and make his own attacks even fiercer. It was a bit shocking.1

"Grandmist purple energy, no wonder it has such a mighty reputation, it truly does live up to its name!"

With the support of the Primordial Purple Qi, it caused Son-of-Saint, Zihua's strength to grow at a terrifying rate. Even though he was cultivating Dragon-Mounting Tripolar Stage, the body tempering method that claimed to be invincible, he still felt a great sense of pressure from it. Ye Hao had only felt this kind of pressure from Zhang Kuaixue, Heavenly Demon and the others back then.

It was very obvious that even though the Extraterritorial Son-of-Saint was arrogant and overbearing, he did have the qualifications to be conceited. Ordinary cultivators, no matter how talented they were, would inevitably be at a disadvantage when facing off against such a monstrous Son-of-Saint Level.

Of course, at the same time that Ye Hao was shocked, the alien cultivators in the distance were also astonished. The crowd that was originally in an uproar was now dead silent, and all of them stared fixedly with their eyes wide open as they stared in disbelief at the two terrifying figures in the sky.

Son-of-Saint, Zihua was fine with it, as a Saint Blood Lineage, its power was terrifying, but a aboriginal cultivator of unknown origin had the power to compete with the Holy Son. This was simply unimaginable.

One must know that the current Son-of-Saint, Zihua did not hold back at all as he displayed the true strength of a Son-of-Saint Level demon-level character. However, he was still unable to suppress Aboriginal Youth.

Especially when they thought about how they had wanted to capture this young man so that they could curry favor with Son-of-Saint, Zihua, they felt a chill run down their spines. Fortunately, they did not take any action, otherwise, they might not even be able to capture a monstrous genius that could contend with the Holy Son.

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