Super Decomposition System

In their senses, Jiang Hao didn't have a trace of martial cultivator aura on his body. He was just an ordinary person.    

    

And in their eyes, an ordinary person was indeed like an ant!    

    

Yang Zijian also had an unhappy expression.    

    

"Little brother, please pay attention to your words!"    

    

As for the beautiful woman, she had a charming smile on her face. However, this charming smile was somewhat colder.    

    

"Aiyo, little... Little brother has quite a temper. I like little brothers with tempers the most!"    

    

Jiang Hao frowned and became more and more irritated. He glanced at the four of them and asked.    

    

"Are you done?"    

    

Jiang Hao did not look like a prisoner at all. Instead, he was extremely arrogant.    

    

This caused the anger of the four people who had been standing high and mighty to rise.    

    

Finally, the young man who reported the sword couldn't hold it in anymore and shouted.    

    

"You're courting death!"    

    

The sword in his hand was unsheathed at an extreme speed. In an instant, the surrounding temperature dropped a little. The sword in his hand was pointed at Jiang Hao's chest.    

    

The four of them did not stop him. Instead, they looked like they were watching a good show.    

    

They were already dissatisfied with Jiang Hao's attitude. They took the opportunity to suppress Jiang Hao's arrogance and let him see the reality.    

    

At this moment, a cold light flashed, and the sword light had already arrived in front of Jiang Hao's chest.    

    

Jiang Hao coldly smiled. Under the God Eye, the youth's sword technique was full of flaws.    

    

He actually dared to show his sword in front of him? He really didn't know what death was.    

    

Jiang Hao sneered and said.    

    

"You overestimate yourself!"    

    

Jiang Hao stretched out his hand and two fingers reached out. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, he grabbed the sword.    

    

No matter how hard the young man struggled, he couldn't pull the sword back.    

    

"How is this possible?"    

    

"Hiss -"    

    

...    

    

Everyone was overwhelmed with shock.    

    

One should know that the young man with the sword was named Ji Wuming. He was a genius of the Seclusion Family's Ji Family.    

    

His strength was at the seventh grade of the martial cultivator, an existence on the same level as them!    

    

Especially his sword technique, which was incomparably sharp. Even they didn't dare to say that they could defeat him.    

    

However, such a powerful sword technique was actually clamped between two fingers today?    

    

For a moment, everyone was stunned.    

    

At this moment, Jiang Hao was too lazy to continue wasting time with them.    

    

He exerted force between his fingers, and then suddenly twisted.    

    

"Bang ~!"    

    

With a sound, the tip of the sword was broken by Jiang Hao. Jiang Hao casually swung his hand and threw the tip of the sword towards Ji Wuming.    

    

Ji Wuming felt a strong force coming towards him, and he instantly took a few steps back. At the same time, his mind was filled with happiness, and he subconsciously tilted his head.    

    

After that, he felt a cold light whistling past his ears, and he barely managed to dodge half of the tip of the sword that Jiang Hao threw at him.    

    

At this moment, Jiang Hao was rushing towards Ji Wuming.    

    

Seeing this scene, the other three were shocked and shouted out loudly.    

    

"Stop!"    

    

At this moment, they had already placed Jiang Hao on the same level, or even higher.    

    

At the same time, the three of them attacked Jiang Hao at the same time, wanting to take the opportunity to injure him.    

    

The dust in the Daoist's hand shook, and instantly the three thousand silver threads turned into steel needles, aiming at Jiang Hao's face.    

    

Yang Zijian clenched his fist like a seal, and punched towards Jiang Hao's back.    

    

The charming woman shook her hands, and a thin veil transformed into a long tongue that wrapped around Jiang Hao's feet.    

    

The sword-hugging young man also subconsciously raised the broken sword in his hand to block.    

    

However, Jiang Hao took a step forward and disappeared in an instant.    

    

All three of their attacks missed.    

    

Before they could see it, Jiang Hao had already appeared in front of Ji Wuming.    

    

Jiang Hao stared at Ji Wuming, sneered and said casually.    

    

"Ants?"    

    

He could be considered to have responded to Ji Wuming's words as' ant '.    

    

Then, he punched Ji Wu Ming in the stomach.    

    

Boom!    

    

"Kacha ~!"    

    

"AH ~!"    

    

With a scream, Ji Wuming was sent flying.    

    

This punch had broken three or four of Ji Wuming's ribs. He had completely lost all ability to fight!