Chapter 824 - First Battle of Deities

When Phantom Drake Dao Gate’s exceptional talent - Yao Yi, saw a black, skin and bones humanoid figure walk over, his pupils released brilliance.

“Leave. You are pretty much black charcoal, all skin and bone, unable to even get anything down your throat!” From the side, a Divine Flame Realm creature shouted.

These were all Phantom Drake Dao Gate’s people. They were chasing Shi Hao out, not allowing him to get closer, their faces full of disgust.

In their opinion, this was definitely someone who failed, damaging their own dao foundation while igniting a divine flame, and as a result having the flesh withered to this state.

What was shocking was that this person didn’t stop at all, his mouth instead cracking a smile, blossoming like a flower. Of course, this was a dry and scorched flower.

His face was pitch-black, dried out; only his teeth were still snow white. Now that he was smiling like this towards everyone, especially with how he was looking at Yao Yi, that type of look made one shiver inwardly. Those really were eyes of ‘devotion’.

Forget about those present, even those cultivators in the outside world were speechless, feeling a chill run through their bodies, strange thoughts emerging in their minds.

“This dying weirdo, could it be that he likes men?”

By the divine spring, the faces of these individuals who became deities not too long ago darkened. They loudly berated, and also took action. One of them roared, releasing an expanse of scarlet multicolored light, forming a divine sword and hacking it down on Shi Hao.

Dang!

However, this entirely scorched black, skin and bones person only lightly raised his hand, and this scarlet blade was stopped, moreover held between his fingers.

This was a precious sword grinded from a beast tooth. It was incomparably hard, or else how could it become a divine magical artifact? However,...

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