Dou Tian Yu's Jade Demon Punch was extremely overbearing. Because it was a God Spirit Blood-Pulse gene race, the power it unleashed was stronger than ordinary god-class gene races.
No matter how overbearing he was, he was stopped by the red fist. He could not enter the room.
Everyone was shocked. Dou Tian Yu was a god-blood noble. He used all of his power to attack, yet he was still blocked outside the door. He could not go any further. Han Sen's power was unimaginable.
"Interesting." Mister God One stood far away. He looked at Dou Tian Yu and the red fist with interest.
Si Tu Ya was shocked. The stronger Han Sen was, the more likely he was able to remove the gene race power in Feng Fei Fei. To her, that was not good news.
In the room, Han Sen's body had a purple dragon air and a red power. He waved his fist to keep Dou Tian Yu out. His other hand pierced Feng Fei Fei's chest. He forced the copper wires out of her chest.
When the copper wires came out, the lotus shadow underneath her skin faded. The red color in Feng Fei Fei's eyes faded. She looked a little clearer.
"What is he doing?" Feng Fei Fei slowly woke up. She saw the purple and red lights around Han Sen. He was like a demon god. She was shocked.
When she finally saw the situation clearly, she was inexplicably shocked.
"God-blood noble … He is a god-blood noble …" Feng Fei Fei saw Han Sen use one hand to unleash a fist light. He kept Dou Tian Yu out of the door. He did not even look at the door. His eyes were fixed on her chest.
"Chest!"
Feng Fei Fei thought about that. Her face turned red. When she saw the scary copper wires in front of her chest, she knew Han Sen was trying to save her.
She was embarrassed, but she was also shocked. Han Sen used one hand to keep an elite like Dou Tian Yu out of the door. He still had the power to remove the weird and scary power from her body. It looked like he still had power left. What kind of scary person was he? She could not imagine.
"Who is he?
How did you become friends with Little Yin? "Feng Fei Fei's emotions were complicated. Her pretty eyes looked weird.
Outside the door, Dou Tian Yu had already summoned a God Spirit to combine with him. He used his God Spirit Blood-Pulse to the max. His entire body was like a reincarnated God Spirit. He was glowing with a god light. Every punch he threw had a power that could destroy the sky and the ground.
Even so, it was difficult for him to take even half a step into the room, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
"Where did Han Sen come from?
How could they compete with a sacred-blood aristocrat?
Is he also a sacred-blood aristocrat? "
"That's impossible, right?
I have never heard of a sacred-blood aristocrat surnamed Han in our country. "
"But if he is not a sacred-blood aristocrat, how can he resist Dou Tian Yu, who has combined with a god?"
"Today's events are simply too bizarre. Han Sen is simply too mysterious."
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"Little Mister, please stop," Feng Fei Fei's voice came from inside the room. "Han Sen is just healing me. He does not want to hurt you. Please wait outside. When my wounds are better, I will thank you all."
When Feng Yin Yin heard Feng Fei Fei's voice, she was so happy. "Auntie, are you okay?"
"Little Yin, do not worry. Han Sen is healing me. I should be fine soon." Feng Fei Fei's voice sounded again.
After he said that, everyone was even more shocked. Han Sen was fighting Dou Tian Yu and healing Feng Fei Fei's wounds. That was too hard to believe.
When Dou Tian Yu heard that, he frowned. His eyes burned with a god light, but he did not attack again.
"Mister Han, you are very good," Dou Tian Yu said as he looked at the door. He then turned around and left. "I am sorry for the inconvenience today. I will fight you another day."
That day's fight made Han Sen's name famous in Jade Wall City. Although it did not spread far and wide, many officials and nobles were still scared of him.
Of course, because only a few people had seen it happen, the people who had only heard about it thought the rumors were exaggerated. There were many things that were not true.
Even if he had the blood ghost spirit, he could not heal Feng Fei Fei while keeping Dou Tian Yu, a sacred-blood aristocrat, at the door.
Han Sen had given away a mutant eight sound bug. He also had the Holy Wen White Deer and the blood ghost spirit. Many people were tempted. Many people went to find a small shop. They wanted to see what rare gene races Han Sen's shop had for sale.
The results disappointed them. Han Sen's shop did have a mutant eight sound bug for sale, but the price was too high. It was not worth the price.
Aside from that, there were viscount-class and earl-class gene races. Although there were some rare items, they were not really good.
Some curious people bought some rare gene eggs from the shop.
In Gong Shu Manor, Gong Shu Zhi's eyes froze. He saw the si ming demon race that looked like Feng Fei Fei suddenly release a lot of black air.
Suddenly, it went from Feng Fei Fei to a faceless bronze statue. Gong Shu Zhi's body shook. He coughed up blood.
"Impossible … Impossible … Who broke the power of the Si Ming Demonic Seed?" Gong Shu Zhi's eyes flashed with a terrifying light.
"Master, are you OK?" The old servant quickly helped Gong Shu Zhi up.
Gong Shu Zhi pushed the old servant away and sternly said, "I am fine. Go and find Si Tu Ya. Ask her what happened."
After he said that, Si Tu Ya's hair was messy. Her face was covered in blood. When she saw him, she asked, "Mister, has your si ming demon race been broken?"
"What did that b * tch, Feng Fei Fei, do?" Gong Shu Zhi angrily asked.
Si Tu Ya's face turned grey. She knew Gong Shu Zhi's si ming demon race had been broken. She told him about how Han Sen fought Dou Tian Yu and how he had healed Feng Fei Fei.
She did not dare stay there and watch Feng Fei Fei come out. She felt guilty and ran to find Gong Shu Zhi.
When Gong Shu Zhi heard that, his face changed. "That Han Sen has that kind of power?"
"Mister, what do we do now?"
Si Tu Ya quickly asked. "Feng Fei Fei will not let me go."
Gong Shu Zhi's face kept changing. After a while, he gnashed his teeth and said, "Do not worry. I have a way to make them die."
"What is it?" Si Tu Ya asked.
"Mister Mu has always wanted my si ming demon race and a few other gene races," Gong Shu Zhi said with a murderous look in his eyes. "This time, I do not care. My son is dead. There is no point in keeping the gene races. If I ask Mister Mu to help, those two b * tches will die."
"The Mister Mu you are talking about," Si Tu Ya said with shock and joy. "Is that the Mister Mu who guards the Ice Snow God Temple?"
"Yes," Gong Shu Zhi said, gnashing his teeth. "With Mister Mu there, even if he can fight Dou Tian Yu, it will be useless. He will die."