Douluo's Peerless God of Death

Chu Hao glanced coldly at the prison guards, holding the Pluto Sword hovering with a thousand-year soul ring, and killed them.

"Come on, take him down!"

One of the more courageous prison guards, looking at Chu Hao who was killing him, couldn't sit still and mustered up his courage, shouted, summoned his martial soul, and rushed over first.

When the others heard the shout, they seemed to have gained motivation, and they called out their martial spirits one after another, and rushed away.

But at this moment, the Pluto Sword in Chu Hao's hand waved lightly, slashing out a dark red killing sword energy, instantly killing the prison guard who rushed first, shocking everyone.

Since this group of prison guards were ordinary soul masters with limited strength, they were completely vulnerable to Chu Hao who had a thousand-year soul ring.

At this moment, he was like the god of death reaping life, unstoppable.

Every time a sword is struck, one person will fall.

Every time someone is killed, the murderous aura in his body becomes thicker and his combat power increases.

In a short while, more than a dozen prison guards were easily beheaded by him.

"Ha ha......"

Chu Hao glanced at the corpses and blood on the ground, smiled coldly, and walked out of the underground prison.

But as soon as he left the underground prison, a team of guards came after hearing the news.

When all the guards saw Chu Hao, they were stunned on the spot. No one dared to take the lead.

Whether it was Chu Hao's first soul ring, his ruthless eyes, or his monstrous killing intent, everyone present was both shocked and panicked.

Even a great soul master who has two soul rings and whose soul power level is much higher than Chu Hao's, dare not do it.

Some people have even been terrified by Chu Hao's powerful aura, their legs trembled and trembled.

There are even some timid people who are already scared to pee.

"Where's the avalanche?"

Chu Hao looked at the gathering of more and more guards, without any fear, he questioned coldly.

The aura on his body became stronger, like a sharp arrow, piercing through the depths of everyone's hearts.

It’s so cold!

What a cold voice!

What a cold look!

What a cold atmosphere!

Is this guy a human or a ghost?

Why are you so strong.

Terrifying.

How could their master offend this god of plague?

No, it should be the God of Death.

"What are you doing, don't take him down quickly."

Just when everyone was terrified and did not dare to do anything, an order came.

I saw Wu Fan walking forward.

Although he didn't know what happened, how Chu Hao got out of trouble, how he recovered his soul power and martial spirit, how he had a powerful thousand-year soul ring...

All kinds of mysteries made him feel trembling and frightened.

However, now is not the time to be afraid.

If Chu Hao is allowed to escape, or if Xue Beng's personal safety is threatened, then he can only die.

What's more, a small soul master is not enough to make him powerless to resist.

With the strength of his thirty-fifth level soul master and these hundreds of guards.

It was enough to take Chu Hao down on the spot.

"Yes, Commander Wu."

When the guards saw their leader coming, they seemed to see a reassurance. After responding, they summoned their martial spirits and attacked Chu Hao.

Chu Hao looked at the killing guards, a cold light flashed in his cold and ruthless eyes, and he held the Pluto Sword and killed into the crowd.

In his eyes, these guards are all useless, they are here to die, gather murderous aura for him, and improve his strength.

Under his sword, no one can resist it.

To kill, one sword is all it takes.

Even a great soul master with super defensive power is as fragile as paper under his sword, hard to resist.

In just a few minutes, more than a hundred people died.

One person with one sword is like the god of death coming, and the gods and Buddhas are hard to beat.

Wu Fan looked at Chu Hao, who became more and more courageous in the Vietnam War and killed people like grass, and was really scared.

What's the matter.

Why did Chu Hao seem to be a different person after he left for less than half an hour, possessing such astonishing strength.

Is this still the waste that he tortured for half a year?

terror!

It’s so scary!

While he was in a daze, Chu Hao had already killed about a hundred people.

The remaining limbs and arms were broken, and the blood dyed the earth red, like a purgatory on earth.

"Where's the avalanche?"

After Chu Hao dealt with all the guards, he walked slowly towards Wu Fan, and his aura became colder and stronger.

Wu Fan came to his senses when he heard the cold questioning voice.

When he saw Chu Hao's more ruthless eyes, he was shocked.

The strong murderous aura completely enveloped him, as if there was an invisible and transparent sword of killing that was placed between his necks, making him dare not make a slight movement.

At this moment, he didn't even have the heart to resist.

"You, you devil, don't come here..."

Wu Fan looked at Chu Hao, who was slowly approaching, panicked, his eyes filled with fear.

His subordinates were beheaded by Chu Hao in this way.

He is nothing short of a demon.

"Where's the avalanche?"

Chu Hao walked up to him and asked coldly.

This time, his tone was a little more domineering.

"I......"

Wu Fan trembled, wanting to answer, but he hesitated when he thought about the consequences of betraying Xue Beng.

Seeing his hesitation, Chu Hao opened his eyes slightly, slashed out with his sword, and cut off his right arm ruthlessly.

Suddenly, a column of bright red blood spurted out.

He remembered that it was this hand that beat him lashes.

It's time to kill!

"what......"

Wu Fan lost his right arm, covering it with his left hand and screaming in pain.

The sharp pain that penetrated into his soul made him even more frightened.

"Say!"

"Where's the avalanche?"

Chu Hao asked again, drew out his sword again, and cut off Wu Fan's left arm without giving Wu Fan a chance to reply.

This left arm also gave him lashes.

It's time to kill!

"what......"

"I said, I said..."

Wu Fan lost two arms in succession and endured the severe pain and knelt down on the spot.

Even if he wants to resist now, he has no chance.

Now, he only has one thought, and that is to let Chu Hao give him a good time.

"Where?"

Seeing that he was finally about to speak, Chu Hao had a ripple in his cold eyes.

"Four, His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince is in the small attic a few hundred meters ahead..."

Wu Fan responded quickly, he was really afraid that the response would be slow, and Chu Hao would strike him again.

When Chu Hao heard that he wanted to answer, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and slashed out with a sword, which cut off his legs directly, and left with the sword.

This guy tortured him for half a year, so naturally he wouldn't let him die so easily.

Only by letting him slowly bleed to death and letting him deeply understand the despair when death comes, can he vent the hatred in his heart.

"what......"

"Chu Hao!"

"You devil, you devil..."

Wu Fan lost his legs, and he cried out in pain.

That miserable cry resounded through the heavens and the earth.

After a while, he passed out from the pain, waiting for death to come.

Not long after, a troop of elite guards wearing brass armor trotted over.

That is the Tiandou Royal Guards, all of them are elites above the great soul master level.

Its leader is a powerful soul king.

The moment the royal guards saw the corpses and blood all over the ground, fear was welling up deep in their hearts.