Yao Mountain People Kill Spirit Creatures

Without protecting himself with the Pan Gu bell, Ji Hao straightened his neck and bumped towards Kun Peng when the latter smashed a giant hammer down towards his head.

A thunderous bang was generated, while dazzling fire sparkles rose. Tens of cracks appeared on the dark, water-tank-sized hammer held in Kun Peng’s hands, but the skin on Ji Hao’s forehead didn’t even turn red.

"Such a strong head!" Kun Peng screamed. A cloud rose from under his feet and brought him backward. Saw the cracks on his hammer left by Ji Hao’s head, Kun Peng was nearly freaked out. He even forgot about those descendants of his who were killed by the ice dragon just now.

"And strong knees!" Kun Peng drew back fast, but not as fast as the golden bridge.