Jin Balun was startled and hurriedly took several steps back before regaining his balance.
"What did you say? Have you mastered the Harsha Kung Fu?"
Zhao Rui didn't answer. He raised his fist and punched it out hard. The strong force spurted out instantly, knocking Jin Balun away.
Before this, he could fight Zhao Rui to a draw, but now he couldn't even catch a punch.
Thousands of Miao warriors were also frightened. Jin Balun was an invincible existence in their hearts, but now he was easily beaten away.
Before they could react, Zhao Rui's body flashed into the crowd, and his burning inner energy continued to radiate out.
The shrill screams sounded at the same time, and before long, these guys were killed and wounded numerous times.
The purple poisonous gas emanating from their bodies could not hurt Zhao Rui at all. Instead, it was absorbed and penetrated into their flesh and blood.
On top of the mountains of corpses, Zhao Rui stood tall, as if an emperor had descended, and was extremely domineering.
"The magic power of Harsha is really powerful, no wonder you bastards are staring at the native tribe!"
Jin Balun's breathing was extremely rapid, and his eyes were full of panic. He didn't expect that Zhao Rui could master the Harsha Magic Skill so quickly, and that it could also explode with such powerful power.
Just as he was in a daze, Zhao Rui approached him again.
"Among these guys, you are the only one whose kung fu is impressive. Stand up and continue fighting with me!"
Apart from some shortcomings in physical and external skills, it can be said that the Harbin Divine Kung Fu has been completely accomplished. The three hundred years of skills that have been dormant in the Dantian can be mobilized at will, and the kung fu in the body is also completely integrated at this moment.
However, the surging internal force in the body is still a hidden danger for Zhao Rui. If he can take this opportunity to vent some of it, the restless internal force may be temporarily stabilized.
Jin Balun's body was shaking violently. The punch from Zhao Rui just now had made his Dantian Qi sea boil, and even his meridians were messed up and tangled together.
It's extremely painful to move your body even a little bit, let alone use your inner strength!
"His Royal Highness King Zhao, congratulations on your great achievement! But you don't need to be familiar with me, right? What will happen even if you kill me?"
"Every one of the Twelve Holy Masters of the Miao Territory is better than you in skill. Your final fate is death, and the native tribe will also perish."
Zhao Rui's face was full of disdain, and the corners of his mouth even made a strange arc. The internal energy flowed between his hands, and the breath he released was extremely hot.
"After today, you will be a dead person. You don't need to worry about what will happen to me."
The smile in Zhao Rui's words was quite perverted. No matter how Jin Balun reacted, his fist fell directly.
"I am a disciple of the Twelve Holy Lords. After the royal family of Miao Territory, if you kill me, you will bear the wrath of the entire Miao Territory!"
Jin Balun became anxious and kept threatening Zhao Rui. At the same time, he concentrated all his internal energy on his fists and smashed them out.
The moment the two people's fists collided, the surrounding air became distorted.
But Jin Balun's power was like a floating strong man tree, and he was instantly hit hard by Zhao Ruikong against the stone wall next to him.
Before he could react, Zhao Rui had already arrived, raised his hand and grabbed his neck, and the internal energy in his body surged at the same time.
Jin Balun didn't even cry out, the bones on his body were shaken into powder and smashed together with the flesh and blood, completely losing his breath.