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"Ah, he killed eldest senior brother."

"Bastard!" Capture him quickly! "

A group of disciples surrounded Ling Hao, surrounding him so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

It was clearly a youngster who was about the same age, yet he actually casually used a flying knife to kill their eldest senior brother.

Cold sweat flowed down his clothes.

At this moment, they were slightly flustered. Although they relied on their numbers, they were actually terrified.

Ling Hao laughed coldly.

"Have your Patriarch come out."

"I will only count to three. If you don't come out, then die."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

Ling Hao retrieved the Samsara Grinders. Above the sky, a gigantic millstone was spinning crazily.

He rushed towards those disciples.

They had no resistance at all.

Minutes turned into mincemeat.

Wisps of source energy rushed towards Ling Hao's Dantian.

Swish!

He had broken through to the peak of the first level!

The thousands of disciples vanished like smoke into thin air.

Blood flowed everywhere.

Ling Hao frowned. These grievances were extremely heavy.

"Thief!" You killed so many of my disciples, I want you dead! "

The Third Elder was just about to return when he realized that the stench of blood was very strong.

Coming over to take a look, this scene made his eyes pop out.

A thousand disciples were the future foundation of their Savage Tribe.

They were all slaughtered by this white-robed youth.

The third elder was not to be denied, as he struck down with his palm.

Ling Hao smiled faintly.

"An ant."

He struck out with his palm.

With a loud bang, the third elder was pushed back dozens of feet. Blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of fear.

He was at the peak of the first level of the Manifestation stage.

In fact, Ling Hao didn't even have the intention to kill him. If he wanted to kill him, let alone him, even someone at the third level of Good Fortune would be able to instantly kill him!

Only a four Layered Heavens could cause some damage to him.

With such an unparalleled cultivation art, his cultivation base could completely suppress those of the same cultivation realm, and he could even travel two small cultivation realms to fight against those of the same cultivation realm.

"Just who are you?"

Patriarch Huang, together with the other Elders and Successor Disciples, were surrounding Ling Hao.

He looked at the blood on the ground. His heart was in pain!

No matter who he was, he had to die today!

"Spirit Flame Race, Ling Hao. Immediately gather the other six races, and I have something to discuss with them. "

Ling Hao looked at them. It would be too troublesome if they went one at a time. They directly came to the first tribe, the Savage Tribe. With their power and influence, they made the rest come here.

"You killed over a thousand of my disciples as if nothing had happened." The tribe leader was extremely furious. His eyes were crimson red.

Suddenly, he drew out a spear.

He rushed towards Ling Hao.

"You even use a weapon after reaching the Manifestation stage. Are you a fool?"

Seeing this, Ling Hao smiled indifferently.

He stepped forward.

Grasping the spear.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Instantly, it was twisted into bits and pieces.

Then, he held up the collar of the tribe leader's clothes in the air.

The tribe leader only felt a surge of aura of death. It was as though if he dared to act rashly, he would die in an instant.

He had been in a high position for many years, and had not felt the aura of death in a long time.

He was too scared to move at all.

Ling Hao said, "Killing you is like stepping on an ant. If you do what I say, you might not die."

Then, she threw it a few meters away.

He landed on the ground, and with a bang, dust flew into the air.

All the elders were filled with fear.

This was the chief of the Huang Family, who was at the peak of the second level of the Manifestation stage!

But in the hands of the white-robed youth, it was like a little chick.

"He … "What level of cultivation is that?"

"The lowest is at least the third sky."

"How terrifying."

After the tribe leader climbed up from the ground, his previous resentful expression was replaced with a somewhat calm one.

"Do as he says. Grand Elder, go and invite the six great races over right away."

He was facing the Great Elder, and from this angle, Ling Hao could not see a single movement from him.

The clan head of the Huang Clan glanced at him.

The Head Elder was startled and nodded his head.

He then flew into the air.

The tribe leader turned around and said, "He might be back in the afternoon."

He no longer dared to have any thoughts of killing. The white-robed youth was too terrifying; he wasn't someone he could subdue alone.

The Great Elder thought to himself, "Great Elder, you should understand what I mean. If the seven clans join hands, I don't believe that I won't be able to kill you! I will make you regret it for the rest of your life. "

Smiling indifferently, Ling Hao thought to himself, "Interesting."