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Due to the great disparity in strength, it was understandable that he couldn't defeat the other party.

Yu Feng sneered and was about to attack Ling Hao again.

Yang Ran waved his hand. "Elder Yu, why do you need to gather so many people? He's just an ant. In our eyes, he can be trampled to death at any time."

Hurriedly going over to support Ling Hao, Yang Linglong's pretty face darkened.

"I'll go back with you guys."

She gritted her teeth as she spoke these words.

Martial House Master, Martial House Master, and the four great hall masters were all incomparably humiliated in their hearts.

This was all because the opponent was strong!

Ling Hao wiped off the bloodstain, his eyes cold.

"Yang Ran, one year from now. In just one year, I will go to the Xuan Yun Sect and cut off all your limbs. I will not kill you!"

"You injured the Vermillion Bird Hall Master, that old dog injured me, and even went against Linglong's wishes. Today's matter, I will remember it all."

"In addition, remember my name. My name is Ling Hao."

These words were filled with unwavering determination.

The current Ling Hao was absolutely not a match for the two in front of him, but he believed that as long as he had enough time, there was nothing in this world that could stop him.

Yang Ran's expression was extremely unsightly. This ant-like thing was really reckless.

"Tsk tsk, you even broke my four limbs on the Xuanyun Sect, that's the biggest joke in the world, do you have that kind of strength? "Fine, I'll wait for you. One year later today, hahaha, don't be scared like a dog, I'll think highly of you."

Yu Feng laughed sarcastically: "Young Master, you overestimate him. He's nothing more than a fellow watching the show."

Ling Hao did not care about their conversation.

He walked straight to Yang Linglong and hugged her.

"Believe me, one year later, I'll come to pick you up. If your cheap father dares to stop me, I'll annihilate the Xuanyun Sect."

Yang Linglong's face was full of tears, and her eyes were red.

He hugged the sturdy and powerful youth tightly.

"I believe you because I... Love you. "

Since he said so, she dared to believe him.

Ling Hao looked at that beautiful face and faintly smiled. "Cultivate well this year. Remember to miss me when I'm not around."

With that, he turned and left. His lonely back seemed somewhat lonely under the sunlight.

Ling Hao, who was walking on the road, felt a little depressed in his heart. He didn't like this kind of separation.

Just as he was about to walk out of everyone's line of sight, he suddenly heard a shout behind him that caused him to tremble slightly.

"Ling Hao, do you remember to come and pick me up? I'll be waiting for you!"

Looking at the sky, Ling Hao's smile was full of confidence.

It was only the Xuan Yun Sect. When he was called Emperor, all the sects and sects respected him!

Two days later, Yang Linglong and Yang Yue left the Spirit Flame Tribe, and the clan returned to its normal state.

But that day, within the Lord Prefect's main hall, the white-robed youth's cold words rang out in the minds of everyone present.

Ling Hao had never let anyone down, not in the past, and not in the future.

So, everyone chose to believe him, especially Yang Wuyuan. He was waiting for his cute granddaughter to return.

It was because someone promised to break all the four of his arrogant grandsons' limbs and bring them back to Yang Linglong after a year had passed.

A few days later, Ling Hao left the Spirit Flame Race, and no one knew where he went. Regarding this peerless genius, the Spirit Flame Race was looking forward to seeing him.

On the official road of the Qiyang Empire, a luxurious carriage sped away, bringing with it a cloud of dust. Ahead of it was the capital of the Qiyang Empire.

The carriage that was speeding away suddenly stopped.

The curtain of the carriage was pulled open, revealing the head of a young girl.

Her facial features were exquisite, and her little face without makeup was cute and adorable. Right now, her eyes revealed surprise. She looked at the slightly plump coachman and asked, "Uncle Fu, why did you stop?"

The fat middle-aged man looked at his young miss. His forehead was covered in sweat as he said in a trembling voice: "Miss, look …"

Then, he pointed at the two giant beasts in front of him with his trembling arms.

There were two tigers standing in the middle of the road.

His teeth were incomparably sharp, and his eyes were filled with viciousness.

"Ninth Princess, this is the third-level vicious beast, the Giant Tiger King. Leave quickly!" Uncle Fu gritted his teeth, but his eyes were firm.

On the other hand, a third-level vicious beast's level was the same as a cultivator's Manifestation stage.

The young miss was only at the 8th layer of the True Sun realm, while he himself was only at the 9th layer of the True Sun realm.

One could only imagine the result for those beasts that were at the top of the mountain.