Among the laughter, Lin Hao fiercely struck forward with the Divine Cauldron in his hand.
"Bang!"
The Guardian had no chance to dodge and was directly struck in the head by the Divine Cauldron.
"Trash! Do you think this thing could harm me?" The Guardian was sent flying, still wildly laughing while mid-air.
"Really?"
Lin Hao sneered coldly, his energy sinking to his Dantian, as he swiftly pursued.
Infuriated, the Guardian was about the counterattack when he suddenly felt a warm sensation on his head, and liquid trickling down, subconsciously he reached to touch it.
Blood!
Immense pain!
Only then did the Guardian realize that his head had actually been dented by Lin Hao's previous strike!
"This is impossible!"
Overcome by anger, the Guardian couldn't believe it; for tens of thousands of years, he had never been injured, yet today, a mere cauldron had dented his head!
