Chapter 1222 Not His Opponents


    As soon as their fists bumped into each other, the hard impact of the Elite Eight''s punches on the


    Princes of Hell made them spit out blood and fell on the ground in a painful scream.


    Upon seeing this, Elijah widened his eyes in shock.


    Where did he find these subordinates?


    How could they be so powerful that they could defeat my Princes of Hell just like that?


    He looked at the Princes of Hell, only to find that three had been knocked down. The other four


    were severely injured. They couldn''t proceed in that dangerous condition.


    "How dare you be this impudent in front of me! I''m the Orcus!" He shouted. "I''ll kill you myself!"


    "Princes of Hell, retreat!" He took off his fur coat and forcefully tossed it aside.


    The coat was like a rotating car cover as it whizzed towards the Elite Eight.


    All eight were surprised as they gave up on besieging the remaining four Princes of Hell to block the


    iing fur coat.


    Bam!


    The Elite Eight stepped back together as they stared at Elijah in shock.


    The master of Gehenna really shouldn''t be underestimated.


    People could see that he was highly skilled and experienced in such battles.


    Nathan grasped that Elijah''s skills were above even those of the Elite Eight by that action alone.


    "You''re not his opponents," He ndly informed his subordinates. "Let me handle him."


    "Yes, Master!”


    The Elite Eight stepped back as ordered.


    Nathan unhurriedly walked out with his hands on his back. He stopped less than five meters away


    from Elijah. The two red at each other.


    Frida was shocked by Elijah''s strength. He had quaked Nathan''s elite subordinates just by throwing


    his fur coat towards them.


    That was why she hadn''t expected thetter to duel with Elijah.


    Is he crazy? His opponent is the master of Gehenna, for heaven''s sake!


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    Elijah smirked at Nathan. "I have to say I''m impressed by your ignorant courage. At this point, I


    might keep your corpse."


    "Are you done with your nonsense?" Nathan responded indifferently.


    Elijah''s face turned red. "F*** you!" He roared.


    His built body surged towards Nathan, and the ground shook with his heavy footsteps.


    "Take this Gehenna Palm!" He howled before connecting his right palm on


    Nathan''s chest.


    The impact of his palm was horrifying. It was strong enough to crack the metal open.


    Elijah was confident the Gehenna Palm was enough to damage Nathan''s bones and organs. He


    would die on the spot.


    Frida almost had a heart attack when she saw this.


    However, Nathan raised his hand and easily caught Elijah''s wrist, stopping his inevitable technique.


    What?


    Elijah''s pupils dted in shock.


    Frida, the Princes of Hell and all Gehenna''s subordinates were also stupefied.


    Though surprised, Elijah still angrily raised his leg to kick Nathan''s crotch harshly to make thetter


    let go of his wrist.


    Seeing this, Nathan sneered and mirrored his movement. He was even faster and stronger.


    Pak!


    When Elijah only had his knee up, he already received Nathan''s deadly kick.


    Crack!


    The sound of his broken knee echoed as he wailed in pain. Despite that, he still desperately wanted


    to fight back.


    But Nathan never gave him that chance.


    He locked his enemy''s wrist with his right hand as his left fistnded on Elijah''s face.


    Bam!


    The impact of his fist was like an axe chopping on wood. It instantly smashed Elijah''s bones, and he


    spat out blood.


    To their surprise, Nathan had actually beaten the master of the Gehenna to death just like that!


    Frida, the Princes of Hell and their


    subordinates were all dumbfounded.


    Nathan''s strength was too terrifying. For him, killing the Orcus of Gehenna was as simple as


    stepping on a cockroach.


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