Fantasy: I'll do the hacking, and you'll suffer the side effects!

180: Suanni treasure jar! Breaking the divine body with one punch?“He defeated Zhe Changsheng with one punch? How is that possible?” One person’s face was filled with disbelief, even suspecting that his eyes were playing tricks on him.

It wasn’t just him; even Yan Taiyin and the other top Prodigies nearby thought they were hallucinating.

One must know that Zhe Changsheng was the undisputed champion among the younger generation of the Zhe Tian Divine Dynasty.

He was also among those destined to lead Golden Scale Que in the future.

He was hailed as the Prodigy most likely to surpass the Zhe Tian Ancestor.

What was even more exaggerated was that Zhe Changsheng was a whole major Realm higher than Qin Han; how could he have lost so decisively?

It was simply absurd!

At this moment, everyone’s gaze towards Qin Han couldn’t help but change slightly.

From initial disdain to current solemnity.

“You dare to hit my Imperial Brother, you seek death!” The Third Prince of the Zhe Tian Divine Dynasty, Zhe Xizuo, was furious. He conjured an earthen jar.

In the blink of an eye, a vast sea of lightning appeared, with hundreds of thousands of lightning bolts striking down and exploding, dazzlingly bright.

“Suan Ni Treasure Jar? What a good item.” Qin Han licked his lips excitedly and unleashed the pixiu treasure mirror to meet the attack.

Boom!

Divine light collided with the sea of lightning, erupting in terrifying aftershocks that instantly pulverized the ancient trees and boulders around the stone steps.

The powerful aftershocks spread out, and the nearby Martial Artists couldn’t avoid being swept away, all of them being sent flying.

“You dare to resist? What audacity!” Zhe Xizuo made to strike the treasure jar again, countless runes flickered, and a purplish-gold Suan Ni roared forth.

It stepped on thousands of lightning bolts and charged directly, instantly shattering Qin Han’s sleeve and completely numbing his entire arm.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Qin Han slightly raised his eyelids, his eyes showing no hint of the expected dread or fear, only killing intent.

“Be careful!” Zhe Yunli subconsciously warned when she saw this.

“How could this Prince be afraid of him?” Zhe Xizuo paid no mind, holding the treasure jar and manipulating the Suan Ni phantom to continue his assault.

This time, however, Qin Han did not choose to sit idly by. His Demon Wings suddenly unfurled, carrying a monstrous aura of Hell, and instantly appeared before him.

His star-like eyes were within arm’s reach, and Zhe Xizuo subconsciously activated the Suan Ni.

“Too late.” Qin Han’s voice echoed in his ears.

He saw him suddenly grab Zhe Xizuo’s arm, and with a forceful shake, he directly broke the runes flying from the treasure jar, causing the latter to cough up blood repeatedly.

A terrifying immense force came from his arm, and Zhe Xizuo finally realized what kind of monster the person in front of him was.

“You dare to touch me? I am a Prince of the Divine Dynasty!” Zhe Xizuo warned loudly.

“A Prince? Even if the Emperor came today, you wouldn’t escape this calamity!” Qin Han’s lips curled into a cold sneer, and he suddenly exerted force!

“Crack!”

Zhe Xizuo was filled with terror and dread. He felt an extreme strange force coming from his arm, and his bones instantly shattered with a loud bang.

Everyone was utterly shocked, clearly not expecting the other party to be so domineering and decisive, giving them no time to react at all.

“Ah…”

Zhe Xizuo roared in pain, his right arm completely shattered, blood gushing out and staining the ancient stone steps.

In just a single exchange, Qin Han turned the tables, using an inconceivable power to suppress his opponent.

Everyone present finally understood what kind of ruthless character the Zhe Tian Divine Dynasty had provoked; such courage was definitely not something an ordinary person possessed.

“You dare to break my arm, I will kill you!” Zhe Xizuo’s eyes were bloodshot, losing his reason, and he was about to explode on the spot.

“Stop!” Zhe Changsheng’s command suddenly came from behind.

“But Imperial Brother, he…” Zhe Xizuo still wanted to argue a few words.

But he was directly glared back by the Prince’s gaze, and could only glare venomously at Qin Han, then ran to the back to heal his injuries.

For a Martial Artist in the Divine Palace Realm, regrowing a severed arm was not difficult, especially since he also possessed many treasures, and there was no shortage of Rank Seven Medicinal Pills for healing.