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The main peak of Mount Olympus.

Chen Hao suddenly appeared in front of more than two hundred people, his cold and sharp eyes scanning the familiar faces.

It's not disappointing, let alone angry. He understands their choice.

It is human nature to be wise and protect yourself.

"Oh, my god!"

Donald lost his voice and couldn't believe that Chen Hao was still alive.

Old Rothschild looked complicated and at a loss.

The rest of the people who knew Chen Hao had reactions similar to those of Donald and Old Rothschild, either surprised or confused.

Chen Hao moved forward step by step.

More than two hundred people moved their feet one after another to make way for Chen Hao.

When Chen Hao passed by some acquaintances, these people couldn't help but feel nervous, on tenterhooks, and even trembled slightly.

The god of death, the devil.

Chen Hao's former reputation still brought great pressure to them.

"Chen, you shouldn't have come."

Donald spoke up.

The daughter has been sad for this boy for many years. Now that this boy is alive, he hopes that this boy will stop doing stupid things.

Chen Hao stopped and turned to look at Donald.

Donald stood up, faced Chen Hao directly, and said, "If you are willing to surrender to God, I will intercede for you and let God accept you."

"I surrender, you beg for mercy?"

Chen Hao smiled.

"Chen, don't overestimate your capabilities. Living well is more important than anything else. My daughter and granddaughter are waiting for you!"

Donald showed his true feelings and was really thinking about Chen Hao.

"Out of control?"

Chen Hao laughed out loud.

"Step aside!"

A cold and domineering voice sounded behind Donald.

Donald turned around in shock and saw an Illuminati Templar, whom he remembered was named Augusto.

"Please……"

Donald also wanted to plead for Chen Hao.

Augusto's murderous intent is revealed.

Donald was so horrified that he dared not say anything, so he had no choice but to get out of the way.

Augusto looked at Chen Hao coldly and arrogantly. He still could not let go of the humiliation he suffered in the largest nightclub in Mo City, Country E, many years ago.

Today he wants Chen Hao to endure the same humiliation.

Over the years, he believed that he had become stronger and it was not difficult to defeat Chen Hao.

"You can not."

Chen Hao shook his head.

Augusto gritted his teeth and rushed towards Chen Muze, as fast as he could.

The people around him had no time to react, and there was a bang... Augusto's golden armor shattered, and shining golden fragments flew into the air.

Augusto flew more than twenty meters and hit a tall round marble pillar in front of the main temple.

A bang.

The tall pillar, which required two or three people to hold it together, suffered a violent impact and developed criss-crossing cracks before collapsing immediately.

Augusto, whose muscles and bones were broken, was pinned down by the rocks, with only his head and one arm exposed. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that his internal organs were completely shattered.

He stared wide-eyed at Chen Hao, who was walking forward unhurriedly, with reluctance, shock, and pain all showing on his face.

In the end, Master Augusto died with his eyes open.

"kill!"

One person roared.

The remaining eleven Templar fighters attacked Chen Hao at the same time.

Chen Hao raised his head indifferently, fearlessly.

Templar warrior, golden armor.

A cartoon he watched when he was a boy came to Chen Hao's mind.

Even if these Templar warriors are as powerful as the Saint warriors in cartoons, they cannot change their fate of death today.

boom!

The four Templar warriors who besieged Chen Hao at the same time tried their best to attack together but failed to destroy Chen Hao's protective aura.

The more than two hundred people who were watching finally came to their senses, scattered in fear, and stayed away from the battlefield.

The four of them were frightened and wanted to retreat, but found that they seemed to be sucked by an invisible force.

Chen Hao wielded a single palm like a sword, slashing horizontally with domineering force, and chopped off the heads of four Templar warriors.

The headless corpse fell down, with blood splattering all over it.

Chen Hao continued to move forward and struck with his sword.

One Templar fighter died tragically one after another, but it was difficult for Chen Hao to slow down.

In the main temple, Mutu's face turned livid and he shot out the golden scepter.

The scepter turned into a golden light, as fast as lightning, and hit Chen Hao's head directly.

In Chen Hao's view, Mutu's attack was similar to the ancient martial arts "sword control technique" mentioned by Patriarch Sanfeng in his last words.

He raised his hand calmly and flicked the scepter with his fingers.

In the eyes of onlookers, the golden scepter containing terrifying energy was like a bomb exploding in front of Chen Hao.

Countless fragments were shot indiscriminately.

Chen Hao was not affected and still moved forward.

Snowflakes fell from the sky.

The cold wind hits.

The people present stared at Chen Hao in disbelief, ignoring the change in the weather.

Mutu walked out of the main temple and looked down upon Chen Hao, who walked over slowly.

"You have already died once. If you don't take this as a warning, it seems you want to die again." Mu Tu mocked Chen Hao.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was almost dragged into the depths of the whirlpool by Chen Hao and had to cut off his arms, which was extremely embarrassing.

"A true strong man never relies on words to show off his strength. Let's do it." Chen Hao stopped and stared at Mutu coldly.

Mutu curled his lips proudly and burst out with powerful momentum. The snowflakes in the sky were impacted and scattered in all directions.

At this moment, he jumped up, faster than the meteor, passing dozens of meters, and his legs were like a pair of battle axes, killing Chen Hao.

Chen Hao, who was unhurried, only used his right hand to block.

Mutu, who surrounded Chen Hao and attacked continuously, hit faster and faster, and finally turned into a phantom, resembling a high-speed rotating helicopter propeller.

Every time the two of them touched, there was a violent collision of powerful energy, and the resulting shock wave caused the air to fluctuate violently.

Because the two of them fought so fast, the shock waves continued to overlap, sweeping away the previously flying snow, and the top of the huge mountain became a forbidden land for wind and snow.

Mu Tu, who was fighting close to Chen Hao, had a serious look on his face. No matter what moves he made and how hard he used, Chen Hao could always fend them off with ease.

"But so."

As Chen Hao spoke, he grabbed Mutu's ankles, jumped tens of meters, stayed in the air, and then slammed Mu Tuxiong's body onto the steps below.

Mutu, who had no time to resist and struggled, was thrown into a human cannonball in grief, which destroyed a large section of the stone steps and was buried in the rubble.

The mountaintops trembled.

In front of the main temple, everyone was stunned.

With a loud bang, the rubble statue buried in Mutu was exploded by a heavy bomb. Mutu stood up in disgrace, gritted his teeth and looked up at the main temple.

At this moment, Chen Hao was standing at the highest point of the main temple.

Chen Hao turned his back to Mutu and calmly looked down at the endless snow-capped mountains and ravines in front of him. He saw all the mountains and small mountains at a glance. This feeling was really good.

"what……"

Mutu looked up and shouted, his face was ferocious and terrifying, his body swelled, bursting the golden robe he was wearing, his hands and feet turned into sharp claws, and black hair came out of his pores.

Mutu, who claims to be a god, seems to be mutating and rapidly returning to his ancestors, but his appearance does not look like an ape, but like a monster.

Is this the true form of God?

Some people stared at Mutu as if they were a ghost, feeling chills all over their bodies.

The transformed Mutu rushed towards Chen Hao like an arrow from a string.

"court death."

As Chen Hao murmured softly, he raised his palm like a knife and slashed backwards without looking.

The overwhelming power shocked Mutu.

The power of Chen Hao's distant blow was beyond Mutu's imagination. He hurriedly raised his extremely thick arms and crossed them in front of his face, trying to bear it.

The next second, something unbelievable happened to Mutu. His arms exploded and turned into flying flesh.

He had no time to think too much and leaned back as hard as he could to stay away from Chen Hao.

"Want to escape?"

Chen Hao turned around and grabbed Mutu.

Mutu felt as if he was being imprisoned by invisible hands, pulling him towards Chen Hao little by little.