CHAPTER 1332: CHAPTER 1332: THE NETHERWORLD KING IS A WOMAN!

Rob III looked at Harren in surprise, then lightly applauded and smiled, "Facing me without losing composure and maintaining calm, that’s truly rare."

Harren straightened his chest proudly and said, "Even though my strength isn’t equal to yours, that doesn’t mean I’ll fear you in the slightest!"

Rob III praised, "Indeed, each Martial Saint has their own pride. Since that’s the case, I’ll grant you a dignified way to die."

Harren squinted his eyes and asked, "What constitutes a dignified way to die?"

Rob III replied indifferently, "I can give you the opportunity to strike against me."

Upon hearing this, Harren laughed furiously, "Rob III, I know your strength is terrifying, but do I have no chance to strike in front of you? Isn’t that too arrogant!"

Rob III nodded unexpectedly and said, "That’s right. If I don’t want you to strike, then before me, you have no chance to attack."

Harren’s pupils suddenly shrank.

Although his heart was unwilling to believe it, his reason told him that Rob III could not be lying.

Could it be that this person’s strength is really that terrifying, far beyond mine?

"Then you say you’ll give me an opportunity, is that true?" Immediately, Harren squinted his eyes again.

He wanted to test how Rob III’s strength really was!

Soon, he would unleash his strongest attack with all his might! Let’s see how Rob III would respond.

Rob III naturally noticed the fierce look in Harren’s eyes, but he was not concerned at all. He simply nodded and said, "Indeed."

Borgia and others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

This Rob III is excessively confident, Harren is a formidable power among the Martial Saints... If he is allowed to strike, the extent of that power is simply unimaginable!

They inconspicuously withdrew to the rear, afraid of being caught in the crossfire during the upcoming battle.

As for these few individuals, neither Harren nor Rob III spared them a glance, such ants could be squashed effortlessly, they did not consider them.

"Within the Blood Clan, the most dreadful power is the Netherworld God." Harren said slowly.

"I know, but as far as I know, your generation’s Netherworld God heritage was seized by Hades, presumably your sister." Rob III said.

"Hmph, that woman!" As if touching Harren’s sore spot, Rob III’s words twisted Harren’s expression.

"That hybrid between human and vampire actually stole the heritage of the Netherworld God, which is a shame for my Blood Clan!" Harren replied coldly.

To this, Rob III nodded and said, "I have a brother who is also a hybrid, and I don’t particularly like him either."

Harren gave Rob III a surprised look, then shook his head, calmed himself, and said, "Even if that woman stole the heritage of the Netherworld God, only she can unleash the full power of the Netherworld God, but other Blood Clan members can also utilize its energy."

"Next, I will unleash my strongest attack that I can currently employ, the Netherworld God’s Destruction!" Harren stared at Rob III, "Don’t blame me for not warning you, this move is overwhelmingly powerful, ordinary people cannot withstand it!"

Rob III said, "Please."

Harren snorted coldly, then suddenly took a deep breath, boom, the Gang Qi within him suddenly erupted violently, surging out like a torrent toward the outer surroundings, soon engulfing his entire body.

In an instant, it seemed as though a dark space had appeared here, filled with churning black Gang Qi, viscous and cold like a piece of Hell embedded in the Human Realm.

And in this space shrouded in darkness, an evil, cold, and brutal voice was heard.

"Netherworld God... Destruction!"

Boom!

Accompanied by this voice, instantly, this violently surging darkness transformed into a five-meter-tall Netherworld God apparition!

Boom!

When this Netherworld God apparition appeared in this space, the entire world trembled intensely, as if some terrifying presence had arrived.

Buzz!

In the next moment, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened, shooting out two blood-red divine lights, like peerless Divine Swords.

The oppressive force was overwhelming, at this moment, it surged forth in all directions.

Borgia and others trembled, directly prostrating themselves on the ground.

They felt a fear from deep within their souls, such a strong fear, making it difficult for them to resist.

Meanwhile, Rob III was completely unaffected, his face even showed a slight smile, as if he had seen something amusing.

Boom!

The enormous Netherworld God apparition suddenly took a step forward, and at this moment, the ground trembled.

It towered over the ancient trees of the forest, and its blood-red eyes coldly overlooked Rob III on the ground, as if looking at an insect.

"Netherworld God... Destruction!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, this Netherworld God apparition, surrounded by overwhelming darkness, fiercely punched toward Rob III.

Buzz!

At this instant, the Netherworld God’s apparition emanated an invisible ripple, spreading in all directions.

This forest, swept by this invisible ripple, silently, the trees withered, leaves fell, losing all vitality completely.

However, this was merely the aftermath.

The real core was in those fists. There, lying an extinction force that was spine-chilling. Under such terrifying power, seemingly... no entity could survive.

Boom!

Such a punch crashed toward Rob III.

No matter who it is, facing such an attack, they’re bound to change their complexion, but Rob III’s face remained calm.

"Still... too weak."

He murmured.

Then, his eyes suddenly turned fierce.

Boom!

An overwhelming pressure suddenly surged forth from within him, at this moment, his physique hadn’t changed but his entire aura felt like a giant standing between heaven and earth.

"What’s Netherworld God’s Destruction, too weak!" Rob III roared, punching out.

This fist was simply too small compared to the Netherworld God’s apparition’s massive black fist.

However, this delicate fist seemed to possess unrivaled dominance, with a resounding crash, it collided with the black fist.