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The black-clothed old man suddenly appeared, his gaunt face filled with anger.

Ling Hao wanted to see just who this person was, but he was in no hurry to make a move. He glanced at the black-clothed old man and discovered that he was only at the fourth level of Manifestation.

With his current strength, it was enough to instantly kill him.

Upon seeing the black-clothed elder, the face of the Desolate Patriarch instantly turned deathly pale.

"Big brother, you are not his match. Don't overestimate yourself."

The Desolate Chief still had some brains. Ever since he came in contact with Ling Hao, he had never seen this youth panic.

Even though he was surrounded by the seven great races, he was still very calm.

Thus, he really did not want his elder brother to test his depth.

"You've lived for so long. Where's your pride, my younger brother?"

The black-clothed elder brother of the tribe leader was furious when he heard that he was going to lead the Savage Tribe to submit to Ling Hao.

"If you can injure me even the slightest bit, then I won't force the Savage Tribe." Ling Hao looked at the black-clothed old man.

The black-clothed elder was slightly surprised.

You're only a second heaven youth, how could you be so arrogant?

"Younger generation, I'm afraid you do not know about the gap in cultivation."

"That's why I wanted you to teach me."

They were at loggerheads.

The black-clothed elder's killing intent surged in all directions.

His right arm suddenly stretched out in the shape of a claw, flying towards Ling Hao's claw.

The might of a Manifestation stage practitioner was immense, he had created his own Heavenly Dragon Claw.

He was confident that he would be able to crush Ling Hao's flesh and blood.

However, the sharp nails had touched Ling Hao's body.

There were only creaking sounds.

Blood flowed from the gaps of his nails, and his nails were broken. The ten fingers were connected to his heart, crushing him alive. It was truly painful.

"..." "You." The black-clothed elder was both shocked and angry.

After roaming the world of cultivation for hundreds of years, he had never seen such a sturdy body that was like darksteel.

A feeling of helplessness filled his heart, as a whip appeared out of thin air in the black-clothed old man's hand.

He swung his whip at Ling Hao.

The flowing light was bright, and one could see just how terrifying the true essence contained within the whip was!

Ling Hao decided to kill him.

Dodging the whip, his palm struck the black-clothed old man's chest. He only felt as if his heart and lungs had been shattered, and he constantly vomited blood.

Immediately, he was on the verge of death.

His eyes were filled with regret.

His younger brother, the tribe leader, sighed, "Brother, why do you have to go through all this trouble?"

And then, his eyes turned cold.

Turning around, he stabbed a sword at Ling Hao.

Ding dang!

It was like stabbing a dark iron. This sound was more terrifying than any sound that came from it!

Ling Hao slightly smiled as he looked at the drenched head of the Huanggu clan.

"Are you shocked?"

"Do you think I'm a devil?"

"I'm a bit tired of fighting. There were a lot of people killed today."

Ling Hao strolled leisurely towards the tribe leader of the Desolate War Institution. His slow steps were like the approach of a god of death!

The tribe leader continued to retreat.

He shouted, "Here... "I will have one chance, give me one chance."

His face was pale and his eyes were filled with despair.

"Prince Cheng, when you lose, you will be the bandit. You did not stab me to death with your sword, so you should have expected that you would die."

The tribe leader suddenly transformed into a streak of light, wanting to fly away.

However, in the air above, a gigantic golden palm imprint appeared.

It was as though the skies had been covered up as it transformed into a stream of light, following which the golden palm took the form of a fist.

Another series of screams rang out, echoing throughout the space.

Dead!

The tribe leader and his brother went to accompany him.

Ling Hao had killed a fourth level Heavenly Layer expert and the tribe leader of the Desolate Force.

The vast source energy from the two corpses transformed into threads of air currents, nourishing Ling Hao's body, allowing his cultivation to once again climb to the peak.

Now that he was at the Third Heavenly Layer of Creation, the Golden Dragon and the Black Dragon inside of him were even more solid.

Regardless of whether it was the physical body or the primordial spirit, they were both incomparably powerful!

"We pay our respects to Lord Ling."

It was unknown who shouted, but everyone had one knee on the ground. Their attitude was extremely respectful as they shouted.

Ling Hao's might was enough to convince them wholeheartedly, and they no longer dared to be disrespectful in the slightest.

Other than the Patriarch who was killed by Ling Hao, the other seven great races also expressed their allegiance to the Spirit Flame Race.

Ling Hao thought to himself, let these people return to their clans' land, and then lead all the clansmen to the Spirit Flame Race.

"Everyone, let's go back to your families. I hope that we can see you in three days at the Spirit Flame Race."

"Don't think that you can just leave, hur hur."

Ling Hao's laughter couldn't help but cause everyone to tremble slightly.