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The millions of people in the city were stunned by what they saw.
"Thor saved us again!"
Someone shouted excitedly and couldn't help but kneel down, bowing to Fang Han's figure.
"Thor!"
More and more people knelt down, their faces filled with worship and their eyes filled with fanaticism.
Unbeknownst to many, at least hundreds of thousands of people knelt on the ground, chanting the name of 'Thor'.
Fang Han ignored the people in the city. He destroyed the cannonballs in an instant, then transformed into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the Japanese army.
"kill!"
Fang Han's gaze was icy. He swooped into the crowd, the tank at the front was blown away, and hundreds of soldiers exploded, turning into a bloody mist.
He was like a human nuclear bomb, wreaking havoc in the crowd!
Instead of transforming into a zombie, he swept through the land in his human form, unstoppable wherever he went!
Puff puff……
Corpses fell one by one, the Japanese soldiers turned into mummies, their deaths bizarre.
"Thor? He's the Thor from Shanghai!"
"That's terrifying! I think he's more like a monster!"
The Japanese soldiers were terrified and immediately opened fire on Fang Han, but Fang Han was unharmed, while they ended up injuring their own men.
The million-strong army was too large; they were gathered together and had not yet had time to disperse.
Screams echoed through the crowd as people died one after another, their blood emanating automatically towards Fang Han…
"stop!"
A furious shout came from the rear of the army, and an old man came running wildly. It was none other than the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor.
He saw Fang Han slaughtering Japanese soldiers, and his eyes burned with rage.
"You're Thor?"
The Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor frowned, carefully examining Fang Han, and immediately became wary.
He discovered that this person was actually absorbing blood essence!
This method belongs to unorthodox cultivation, not to any reputable sect!
Fang Han looked up and met the gaze of the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor, their auras clashing across the distance.
The Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor was greatly alarmed, feeling a strange sense of crisis.
"I never imagined that the legendary Thunder God would actually practice evil arts and absorb blood energy to increase his strength!" Ancestor Nine Chrysanthemum said in a deep voice.
"Did you kill my disciple yesterday morning?"
"That's right!"
Fang Han smiled faintly, "The blood of those people is delicious, but I feel you are even more delicious than them..."
As he spoke, his eyes burned with passion as he stared intently at the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor.
The combined blood of hundreds of Onmyoji probably wouldn't equal that of the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor.
Although this person is old, he has amazing talent. He is the most talented person in the Nine Chrysanthemums School in a thousand years, and he also has a special bloodline.
There are extraordinary people and people in this world, as well as various special constitutions, such as Taoist bodies and spiritual bodies.
The Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor possessed a special physique, hence his unique bloodline.
"It really was you! You killed my sect's elders and disciples!" The Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor's face was ashen. Hundreds of Yin-Yang Masters had perished, causing heavy losses to the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect. Now, he was the only one left in China.
The Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor's eyes turned cold, wishing he could tear Fang Han to pieces!
"You're too arrogant. I'll take you on, you Thor."
He roared, and his cultivation level exploded, reaching the peak of the Saint Master realm.
The next moment, he flashed in front of Fang Han and slapped Fang Han in the chest.
Black flames, containing deadly poison, gathered in his palm...
Bang!
The palm struck his chest, sending the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor flying backward, while Fang Han remained standing.
He staggered backward, his face filled with horror.
"You have a treasure on you?" Ancestor Jiuju blinked, staring at the Zhongshan suit Fang Han was wearing, which was indeed a priceless treasure.
His palm strike contained the power of a Saint Master, yet it couldn't even tear through clothing.
The silkworm robe blocked the attack, but the flames continued to burn, scorching the skin along the fabric...
[You withstood the attack of poisonous fire and gained the power of fire!]
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Fire-based superpowers?
Fang Han was stunned for a moment, feeling a burning heat all over his body, as if a ball of flame was burning inside him. He had gained the ability to control flames.
Seeing Fang Han in a daze, with black flames erupting all over his body, the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor frowned and pondered.
"Could flames attack him?"
"Although the protective armor is strong and I cannot break through it, I can use flames to directly incinerate the flesh..."
Thinking of this, the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor was excited, and black flames once again gathered in his palm.
This is his natal flame. He is a 'fire spirit body'. When his cultivation reaches the level of Celestial Master, his natal flame is born.
A hundred years ago, due to an accident, the flame mutated and incorporated a deadly poison, thus becoming poisonous fire.
The black flames are eerie and sinister; demons and monsters that touch them will surely die. Even cultivators, if they are touched even a little, will be like maggots clinging to their bones, burning their flesh until they are reduced to ashes.
Moreover, it is extremely poisonous, and even saints find it difficult to resist, becoming increasingly weak.
With this fire, the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor became one of the strongest Onmyoji in Japan.
He transformed his hands into fiery palms, unleashing a torrent of flames as he struck Fang Han from afar.
Wow~
Flames materialize!
It coalesced into a giant hand!
The next moment, the fiery palm flew towards Fang Han and struck him instantly, causing the flames on Fang Han's body to become even more ferocious.
He instantly transformed into a human torch, his entire body enveloped in black flames.
Seeing this, the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor revealed a smug smile: "So what if you have a treasure robe? My flames can penetrate clothing and strike directly at your body!"
"..."
Fang Han was speechless.
Looking up at the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor, his eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he really wanted to give the old man a thumbs up.
You're exactly what I need, sending me warmth from afar!
He did indeed have the Heavenly Silkworm Robe protecting him; it was a priceless treasure, and even the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor had difficulty breaking through its defenses, and flames could not harm him.
Not only did it not harm him, but it also allowed him to learn fire-based abilities.
[Through enduring the constant burning of flames, you've gained a new understanding of fire, and your fire-based abilities have been enhanced...]
[The fire is extremely toxic; you have absorbed the poison, causing your fire-based abilities to mutate.]
Your comprehension is too extraordinary; you have grasped the essence of "Poisonous Fire."
Fang Han looked thoroughly enjoying himself. His fire ability transformed into poisonous fire, just like the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor's natal fire, which was also highly poisonous!
"Strange, I feel like something's not right?" Old Ancestor Jiuju wondered. In his mind, Fang Han should have screamed in agony.
Fang Han remained silent, his expression instead revealing a strange look.
Seemingly sensing the thoughts of the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor, Fang Han instantly showed pain on his face and let out a wail:
"Ah! It hurts so much..."
He looked panicked and kept patting the flames off his body with his hands: "What is this thing? Why can't I put it out?"
Upon seeing this, the Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor smiled.
"Even the mighty Thunder God is nothing more than this!" he sneered. "This is my life-force fire, which even a holy master cannot extinguish!"
"You killed hundreds of my sect members, and today I will grind you to dust..."
Upon hearing this, he circulated his internal magical power, continuously igniting his innate fire.
The Nine Chrysanthemum Ancestor waved his hands, and flames condensed in his palms, striking Fang Han from a distance.
Boom!
The flames around Fang Han surged several times over, turning a hundred-meter radius into a sea of fire.