My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1673

Ranjeet looked like a great monk, with his bald head and kasaya fluttering in the wind. The golden light in his eyes faded away. His kasaya was already soaked in sweat. Activating the powers of the bloodline was not an easy feat.

Ranjeet stood atop the staff, looking exceptionally cool as the wind blew at him.

"Is that it?" Gardiner looked at Ranulfo.

"It can't be that simple." Ranulfo shook his head. "If this Sun God of yours doesn't have any more tricks up his sleeve, he'll be in grave danger, I'm afraid. Have you got any rest?"

"Just barely." Gardiner forced a smile. "What are you planning to do?"

"I'll give you a hand." Ranulfo placed his hand on Gardiner's shoulder. "You go grab a weapon, maybe that way we'd stand a chance."

Gardiner took a glance at the direction where Gaspare was hit and inhaled deeply. "Maybe that's the only way."

"Meh, is that all you're capable of? I haven't even finished my warm up, and you are already knocked down?" Ranjeet shouted.

All of a sudden, the huge staff under Ranjeet's feet started shaking. Ranjeet, who was on the top of the staff, had a look of shock on his face. He pressed down on the staff with every ounce of his strength, but was still unable to stop the staff from shaking.

The staff shook with increasing intensity. Cracks began appearing on the ground around the staff. In fact, the entire ground seemed to be shaking.

"Hurry up!" Gardiner said franticaly. "It's too late!"

As soon as Gardiner said that, the gigantic staff began tilting.

Ranjeet leaped into the air and turned the staff back to its original size with a wave of his hand, and caught it.

The figure of Gaspare reappeared in the deep crater in the ground. His Taoist robe had been completely torn, revealing his chiselled muscles.

Gaspare's body was covered with scars of various sizes.

As the Deputy Hall Master of the Elite Spirit Hall, Gaspare incredible amounts of battle experience. The battles he had experienced in his entire lifetime were unimaginable to the ordinary.

A faint glow was emitted from Gaspare's body.

"It has been countless years since the last time I had been injured by a brat. You've really exceeded my expectations, but, all of it has to stop right here." Gaspare picked up the hammer once more. His eyes were cold and cruel as he looked at Ranjeet.

Ranjeet could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Gaspare, but he still refused to admit defeat.

"Pah, you really are an arrogant old fart. Just wait till I..."

"It's about time you shut up." Gaspare made his move. He moved so quickly that even under the restrictions of the ancient battlefield, he could only be seen as a blur, appearing in front of Ranjeet in a flash.

"He's fast!"

Even Ranulfo and Gardiner cried out in shock.

The blood in Ranjeet's fat face was instantly drained. The hammer in Gaspare's hand had already landed on his chest before he even had the chance to react.

Ranjeet was flung backwards like a cannonball, and finally crashed into the ground, forming a deep pit in the ground.

Before Ranjeet could react, Gaspare was once again in front of him, Gaspare swung the hammer at Ranjeet's head once more.

Ranjeet instinctively raised the staff in his hand in an effort to deflect the blow from Gaspare.

Ranjeet's staff was sent flying by the blow from Gaspare's hammer, and the nine dragons had been broken. He had wielded the big hammer again, and smashed on his head again.

If the ancestral weapon hit Ranjeet, his head would definitely be smashed like a watermelon.