Douluo's Peerless God of Death

Chapter 2 Break out of the prison, death comes
Chu Hao cast a cold glance at the guards in the prison, held the Pluto sword with a thousand-year-old soul ring hovering over them, and killed them.

"Come on, take him down!"

One of the more courageous prison guards, looking at Chu Hao who was killing him, couldn't sit still and mustered up his courage, shouted, summoned his martial soul, and rushed over first.

When the others heard the shout, they seemed to have gained motivation, and they called out their martial spirits one after another, and rushed away.

But at this moment, Chu Hao lightly waved the Pluto sword in his hand, cutting out a dark red killing sword energy, instantly killing the prison guard who rushed forward first, shocking everyone.

Since this group of prison guards were ordinary soul masters with limited strength, they were completely vulnerable to Chu Hao who had a thousand-year soul ring.

At this time, he was like a god of death harvesting life, unstoppable.

Every time a sword is struck, one person will fall.

Every time a person is killed, the murderous aura on his body will thicken a bit, and his combat power will increase.

In a short while, more than a dozen prison guards were easily beheaded by him.

"Ha ha."

Chu Hao glanced at the corpses and blood all over the floor, smiled coldly, and walked out of the underground prison.

But as soon as he left the underground prison, a team of guards came after hearing the news.

When all the guards saw Chu Hao, they froze in place for an instant, and none of them dared to take the lead.

Whether it was Chu Hao's first soul ring, his ruthless eyes, or his monstrous killing intent, everyone present was both shocked and panicked.

Even a great soul master who has two soul rings and whose soul power level is much higher than Chu Hao's, dare not do it.

Some people have even been terrified by Chu Hao's powerful aura, their legs trembled and trembled.

There are even some timid people who are already scared to pee.

"Where is the avalanche?"

Chu Hao looked at the gathering of more and more guards, without any fear, he questioned coldly.

The aura on his body became stronger, like a sharp arrow, piercing through the depths of everyone's hearts.

It’s so cold!

What a cold voice!
What a cold look!
What a cold atmosphere!
Is this guy a human or a ghost?

Why are you so strong.

Terrifying.

How did their master offend this plague god?

No, it should be the Grim Reaper.

"What are you doing, don't take him down quickly."

Just when everyone was terrified and did not dare to do anything, an order came.

I saw Wu Fan walking forward.

Although he didn't know what happened, how did Chu Hao get out of trouble, how did he recover his soul power and martial soul, and how did he possess a powerful thousand-year-old soul ring?
All kinds of mysteries made him feel trembling and frightened.

However, now is not the time to be afraid.

If Chu Hao is allowed to escape, or if Xue Beng's personal safety is threatened, then he can only die.

What's more, a small soul master is not enough to make him powerless to resist.

With the strength of his 35th-level soul master and this hundred bodyguards.

It was enough to take Chu Hao down on the spot.

"Yes, Commander Wu."

When all the guards saw their commander coming, they seemed to have seen a reassurance. After responding, they all summoned their martial souls and besieged Chu Hao.

Chu Hao looked at the guards who came to kill him, a gleam flashed in his cold and ruthless eyes, and he held the Pluto sword in his hand, and charged into the crowd.

In his eyes, these guards are all useless, they are here to die, gather murderous aura for him, and improve his strength.

Under his sword, no one can resist it.

To kill, one sword is all it takes.

Even a great soul master with super defensive power is as fragile as paper under his sword, hard to resist.

In just a few minutes, more than half of a hundred people died.

One person with one sword is like the god of death coming, and the gods and Buddhas are hard to beat.

Wu Fan looked at Chu Hao, who became more and more courageous in the Vietnam War and killed people like grass, and was really scared.

What's the matter.

Why did Chu Hao seem to be a different person after he left for less than half an hour, possessing such astonishing strength.

Is this still the waste that he tortured for half a year?
terror!
It's so scary!

While he was in a daze, Chu Hao had already killed about a hundred people.

Limbs and arms were broken, and the ground was stained red with blood, like a purgatory on earth.

"Where is the avalanche?"

After Chu Hao dealt with all the guards, he walked slowly towards Wu Fan, and his aura became colder and stronger.

Wu Fan came to his senses when he heard the cold questioning voice.

When he saw Chu Hao's more ruthless eyes, he was shocked.

The strong murderous aura completely enveloped him, as if there was an invisible and transparent sword of killing that was placed between his necks, making him dare not make a slight movement.

At this moment, he didn't even have the heart to resist.

"You, you devil, don't come here."

Wu Fan looked at Chu Hao who was slowly approaching, panicked and his eyes were full of fear.

His subordinates were beheaded by Chu Hao in this way.

He is nothing short of a demon.

"Where is the avalanche?"

Chu Hao walked up to him and questioned him coldly.

This time, his tone was a little more domineering.

"I"

Wu Fan trembled, wanting to answer, but he hesitated when he thought about the consequences of betraying Xue Beng.

Seeing him hesitating, Chu Hao opened his eyes slightly, and cut off his right arm with a sword.

Suddenly, a column of bright red blood spurted out.

He remembered that it was this hand that beat him [-] lashes.

It's time to cut!

"what"

Wu Fan lost his right arm and covered it with his left hand, screaming in pain.

The sharp pain that penetrated into his soul made him even more frightened.

"Say!"

"Where is the avalanche?"

Chu Hao asked again, drew out his sword again, and cut off Wu Fan's left arm without giving Wu Fan a chance to reply.

This left arm also gave him [-] lashes.

It's time to cut!

"what"

"I said, I said"

Wu Fan lost two arms in succession, endured the severe pain, and knelt down on the spot.

Even if he wants to resist now, he has no chance.

Now, he only has one thought, and that is to let Chu Hao give him a good time.

"Where?"

Seeing that he was finally about to speak, Chu Hao had a ripple in his cold eyes.

"Fourth, His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince is in the small attic a few hundred meters in front of you"

Wu Fan responded quickly, he was really afraid that the response would be slow, and Chu Hao would strike him again.

When Chu Hao heard that he wanted to answer, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and slashed out with a sword, which cut off his legs directly, and left with the sword.

This guy tortured him for half a year, so naturally he wouldn't let him die so easily.

Only by letting him bleed to death slowly, and letting him deeply understand the despair when death comes, can he vent his hatred.

"what"

"Chu Hao!"

"You devil, you devil"

Wu Fan lost his legs, and he cried out in pain.

That miserable cry resounded through the heavens and the earth.

After a while, he passed out from the pain, waiting for death to come.

Not long after, a troop of elite guards wearing brass armor trotted over.

That is the Heaven Dou Royal Guards, all of them are elites above Great Soul Master.

Its leader is a powerful soul king.

The moment the royal guards saw the corpses and blood all over the ground, fear was welling up deep in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)