Chapter 1790: One Palm Agreement

The whole battlefield seemed to become deathly silent all of a sudden. The hands of the Foreign Seed Lord holding the Stealing Bone Sword were hanging down weakly. Blood gushed out from the back of his head, and then he fell slowly to the ground.

"Hunting and killing viscount-level alien iron horses, obtaining iron man beast souls, and discovering alien genes."

Han Sen was overjoyed that he actually got a beast soul, but on the battlefield, he didn't have time to see what kind of beast soul it was.

"Where did this guy come from?" Mike and the other barons had been stunned for a long time, with disbelief on their faces.

A baron was besieged and killed by the Angry Steel Legion. Not only was he not beheaded, but he hunted and killed a baron of a different seed. It is hard to believe that everything in front of him actually happened.

The Alien Seed Lord was killed, and the momentum of the Angry Steel Legion suddenly declined. This kind of assassination is the most fatal, and the loss of soldiers is inevitable.

Earl Fugang's face was flushed, and a terrifying arrogance erupted from his body. He slightly saluted Mr. Ji: "Mr. Ji, this subordinate is going to kill that baron."

After all, Earl Angry Steel wanted to fly up and kill Han Sen through the air.

Although it is a bit sad for an earl to kill a baron in person, it is a bit sad to lose his identity, but now the Earl of Angry Steel can't control so many people. If Han Sen can't be killed now, the loss of the Angry Steel Legion will be even greater, and he will lose face.

"Everyone retreat." Ji Gongzi suddenly said lightly.

Earl Nugang shook his body, looked at Mr. Ji in disbelief and asked, "What did you say, Mr. Ji?"

"Aren't people so stupid that they can't even use their ears? Young Master tells all of you to retreat." The maid said with a small mouth.

"But..." Count Angry Steel still wanted to argue.

"This is the third time you have questioned your son's order. The Tyreus clan is so majestic." The maid gave Count Angry Steel a cold look.

Earl Nugang was drenched in cold sweat immediately, and hurriedly knelt down to salute: "Young Master Ji, calm down, my subordinates know their mistake, and immediately ordered the whole army to retreat."

After finishing speaking, he immediately issued an order to the remaining captains, ordering the entire army to retreat.

Those centaur warriors had already been scared out of their wits, and their fighting spirit was extinguished. After receiving the order for the entire army to retreat, they immediately retreated like a tide.

"You go too." The maid looked at Earl Nugang with some disgust. If it wasn't for keeping him, he would still be of some use, but Earl Nugang questioned Mr. Ji's order three times and disobeyed Mr. Ji. Earl Angry Steel's head fell to the ground.

Earl of Nugang didn't dare to say a word, he glanced at his usual expression, he didn't look at him at all, quickly saluted and obeyed his orders, and withdrew back to the camp with the Nugang Legion.

Han Sen was still rushing to kill, when he suddenly saw the army of people and horses receding like a tide, he was slightly taken aback.

And those Kite people who were boarding the ship cheered when they saw the army retreating.

The old Dolma and other barons looked at the only figure standing tall on the battlefield from afar, with indescribably complicated expressions on their faces.

Mr. Ji moved slightly, and was already under the building, walking slowly towards the battlefield, and the maid followed closely.

When Han Sen saw Young Master Ji and the maid behind him from a distance, he was slightly taken aback. Judging by their appearance, they really looked like the Shura tribe.

Mr. Ji walked all the way in front of Han Sen, and said slightly to Han Sen, "I am Luo Ji, the demon clan. May I ask your name?"

Seeing Mr. Ji, old Zhuoma, Mike and others changed their faces drastically. Although they didn't know Mr. Ji, they recognized the appearance of the demons.

The demon clan is a well-known upper clan, and it is by no means comparable to a lower clan like Tyreus.

"Demon race?" Han Sen looked at Mr. Ji and returned the courtesy: "Human race gold coins."

"Gold coin? What a good name." Luo Ji smiled slightly, and didn't care if Han Sen reported his real name or a fake name, and continued: "Gold coin, do you know that the Terius tribe is a subordinate race of my demon tribe?"

"Yes." Han Sen replied.

"Now that you know, it's easy to handle. I won't bully you as a baron. As long as you can catch my palm and not get hurt, you can come and go today. I promise that no one will hurt you today." Half a hair of yours." Ji Gongzi said casually.

"What if I can't take it?" Han Sen asked back.

He knew that if Mr. Ji wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have to talk so much nonsense with him. He obviously came here for a purpose, and he didn't intend to make his blood splash on the spot.

"If you can't take it, you just need to help me do something, and after the work is over, you are still allowed to come and go." Mr. Ji said.

"It sounds fair, but it seems that you are not a baron." Han Sen said with a curled lip.

Mr. Ji smiled: "I am a Viscount, but in that palm, I will suppress my strength to be at the same level as yours. If you find that my strength surpasses yours, I will be considered a loser."

"Okay, it's a deal." Han Sen agreed.

Although he is also a viscount, the Demon Race Lord Luoji in front of him is far from comparable to those viscounts, it can be said that he is not at the same level at all.

Luo Ji gave Han Sen an extremely dangerous feeling, which made him dare not be careless. Since Luo Ji himself proposed such a condition, Han Sen has no reason not to agree.

With the same level of strength, Han Sen didn't believe that he would be unable to catch Luo Ji's palm.

Luo Ji smiled slightly, and raised his right hand. His fingers were slender and round, and his skin was extremely white and tender, looking like the hand of a young virgin.

But the moment he raised his hand, Han Sen's expression changed.

With the raising of Luo Ji's right hand, a strange power also condensed in his hand, the power is almost silent and invisible, and ordinary people can't feel it at all.

It's just that Han Sen is too familiar with that power. There are many people in their family who are good at this kind of power, so how could he not recognize it.

"Non-natural scripture?" Han Sen was shocked, and looked at Luo Ji's right hand in surprise. There is no doubt that he used the power of non-heaven, or the power of Asura, and there was absolutely no mistake.

Hearing Han Sen's low voice, Mr. Ji couldn't help but smiled and corrected: "The power I used in this palm is still the power in my demon clan's "Tian Mo Jing". Young Master will never embarrass you again."

Han Sen didn't know if it was the "Heavenly Demon Sutra", but the power was definitely a non-heavenly power. Now Han Sen finally knew why Mr. Ji was so sure that he could hurt him with one palm. The non-heavenly power is a sure hit. Can't stop it at all.

Mr. Ji said, his jade-like palm was placed in front of him, and he waved it gently, like a band conductor directing the melody of the music. It looked elegant and rhythmic, but it was completely impossible to feel the power above it.

There are not many people in this world who can resist non-heavenly power. If Mr. Ji relied on his viscount-level strength to do his best, Han Sen might not be his opponent.

But now Mr. Ji is only using the same level of power as Han Sen,

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