Chapter 525 Counterattack



Pressure!

At the moment Wang Chao closed in, Sheng Minghui felt an unprecedented pressure.

It felt as if two majestic mountains, Taihang and Wangwu, were pressing down on his shoulders, causing his body to shrink and his spine to almost shatter.

Every hair on his body stood on end, sending shivers down his spine.

In this moment, he felt as if he were facing a lofty deity, the terrifying and oppressive force making his heart tremble, his skin crawl, and his heart feel as if it had been pierced through, causing unbearable pain.

And this was only from Wang Chao's aura; he hadn't even made a move yet.

"Retreat!"

Sheng Minghui was filled with terror, and his body reacted immediately. He swiftly moved backward, trying to create distance between himself and Wang Chao.

As the Grand Commander, his strength was several times greater than that of Xiao Zhen, Meng Chang, Li Yuming, and the others. He was even faster than Li Yuming, resembling a gale or lightning.

He rapidly retreated, shifting his body backward, covering a distance of over eight meters in just a second, so fast that one could not react in time.

However, no matter how fast he retreated, Wang Chao was always in front of him, coldly staring at him.

"Damn it, how is this possible?" Sheng Minghui was horrified, cold sweat pouring down his face.

He had pushed his speed to an unprecedented level, confident that even the Great King Sikong Yun might not be able to catch up with him.

Yet, his pride in his speed was surpassed by Wang Chao?

What was even more terrifying was that he had already exerted all his strength, pushing his limits and sweating profusely.

However, Wang Chao remained calm, always standing half a meter in front of him, staring at him coldly, as if playing with a mouse, not attacking him immediately, but rather intending to torment him!

It was a humiliation!

After Sheng Minghui understood Wang Chao's intentions, his anger grew, and he had an impulse to kill.

While retreating, he reached behind him to grab his Desert Eagle pistol, intending to create some distance and shoot Wang Chao.

However, before he could even get his hands on the Desert Eagle, Wang Chao had already made his move.

The steel reinforcement bar was thrown fiercely, piercing through Sheng Minghui's left shoulder. The tremendous force sent him flying, causing intense pain.

However, he swiftly reacted, taking a deep breath to calm himself. In mid-air, he performed a somersault, dissipating the powerful impact of Wang Chao's iron rod. Then, he staggered back ten steps.

He raised his head, his gaze filled with extreme terror as he looked at Wang Chao.

Superb master!

Wang Chao's speed was so fast that the iron rod, which lacked any sharp blade, had pierced through his shoulder before he could react.

Such strength was extraordinary!

Before he could fully react, he already sensed a great crisis, the shadow of death enveloping him, making his scalp tingle.

Muscle memory prompted him to raise his right hand and launch a powerful punch forward.

His fist collided with Wang Chao's fist.

Boom!

Along with a thunderous roar, a tremendous wave surged in all directions, knocking many silver-armored soldiers to the ground.

In the midst of this impact, Sheng Minghui was blasted away like an arrow leaving the bow, blood spurting from his mouth, presenting a miserable sight.

The terrifying force from Wang Chao's punch shattered his right fist and arm bones, causing searing pain.

This was just one punch!

He could not even withstand a single punch from Wang Chao!

Sheng Minghui's thoughts raced, and he roared, "Open fire! Shoot him dead!"

After saying that, he endured the pain of his severed arm and swiftly retreated, once again creating distance between himself and Wang Chao.

As he spoke, all the silver-armored soldiers aimed their guns at Wang Chao and pulled the triggers.

Bullets rained down like a storm, covering the sky and earth.

However, in the end, all these weapons missed their target, unable to hit Wang Chao at all.

And amidst the barrage of artillery shells and bullets, the remnants of the prison were toppled, engulfed in raging flames that consumed everything.

The criminals who had managed to survive earlier were instantly turned into ruins by the bombardment, leaving behind a scorched landscape.

To those who did not know the situation, it would seem as if a fierce fight had taken place here.

As for the bullets sprayed by the rifle-wielding soldiers, they're diverted by Wang Chao's sword qi before they could reach him, sending them flying elsewhere.

All of this was accomplished by Wang Chao in a casual and graceful manner, with elegance and fluidity, like flowing clouds and running water.

"How is this possible?" Sheng Minghui's expression changed drastically as he looked at Wang Chao with a mixture of terror and dread.

Wang Chao was too powerful!

As a Nine-Star War God, he was only half a step away from reaching the Half-Step Great King level. Within the Kirin Army, he was undoubtedly an incredibly formidable presence, one who stood above all others except for the Great King Sikong Yun.

In his eyes, his combat prowess was invincible within the entire Kirin Army.

But now, encountering Wang Chao, he finally understood.

His so-called strength and speed were simply insignificant in front of Wang Chao!

Boom!

Before Sheng Minghui could speak, Wang Chao had already kicked him, sending him flying and crashing to the ground in a wretched state, lying on his back.

"Pu!"

As Sheng Minghui hit the ground, blood sprayed from his mouth. He felt as if Wang Chao's kick had shattered all of his internal organs, causing unbearable pain.

"Commander Sheng, you've put so much thought and effort into trying to kill me," Wang Chao spoke coldly. "Since you are so eager to kill me, I'll send you off in the same manner."

With that, he reached out with his large hand, using an immense suction force to pull a dagger from a silver-armored soldier's person.

He drew out the dagger and thrust it fiercely toward Sheng Minghui's heart.

Sheng Minghui's expression changed dramatically.

He desperately wanted to dodge, but after being kicked by Wang Chao, his body was wracked with agonizing pain, rendering him immobile. He could only watch as Wang Chao's dagger came closer, his eyes filled with despair.

The shadow of death enveloped him, causing his entire body to shudder in fear.

"Stop!"

Just as Wang Chao's dagger was about to strike Sheng Minghui, a loud shout resounded.

In the next moment, an arrow flew through the air and struck the dagger with a "ding," causing Wang Chao's fingers and wrist to tremble from the powerful force.

Plop!

The dagger shifted position and stabbed into Sheng Minghui's shoulder instead.

"Who?"

Wang Chao furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife, as he looked towards the direction from which the arrow had come.