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"Beat him to death!" Yang Feilong coldly shouted.

He was determined to win the crown prince's position, so he would not allow any uncertainties to arise.

Thus, in his eyes, Ling Hao was but a stepping stone.

At this moment, Li Ba Hu nodded his head and walked towards the stage.

Qin Yong and Qin Wanshan looked at Ling Hao with concern. They had long heard that Li Ba Hu was at the fifth level of Manifestation.

"Can this kid defeat him?" Xue Fei smiled charmingly as she watched Ling Hao slowly ascend the stage.

Li Ba Hu coldly smiled and said: "If you kill yourself here, save yourself some pain. Don't let me kill you myself. Otherwise, you will regret it."

"Do you want my life?" Ling Hao looked at him indifferently.

"Today, if you don't die, then I die!" Li Ba Hu laughed coldly.

"Sure." Ling Hao revealed his white teeth as the corner of his mouth lifted upwards. "Then, you'd better die."

For Ling Hao, who could kill a third stage master, it was only the 5th Layer of Creation, but he could suppress it with a flip of his hand.

Without waiting for Li Ba Hu to continue speaking, Ling Hao had already quickly left.

The Netherworld Sword appeared out of thin air.

The sword-light was brilliant.

Li Ba Hu looked at him with disdain.

His entire body was glowing with a golden light.

"Unrestrained Golden Body, Li Ba Hu's physical body is extremely strong."

"No matter how strong this Ling Hao is, he can't break through his defense."

"Look, this sword is so powerful!"

Everyone shifted their gaze onto Ling Hao.

A black sword beam slashed across Li Ba Hu's golden body.

A cracking sound could be heard as the light screen was punctured.

Li Ba Hu's expression changed drastically. Was this kid's sword technique that sharp?

Ling Hao laughed and said, "I can't die because the world needs me. You want to die because you're courting death."

As the sound of his voice faded …

Blood dripped, and there was an arc in the air.

When the sword was drawn, it fell.

Li Ba Hu's head rolled down as his body crashed onto the ground.

The crowd immediately burst into an uproar.

Too fast. So fast that no one could react.

Li Youxian and Li Fengyan blankly stared at the stage.

It immediately issued the voice of a wild beast, and its eyes were crimson red, as if it wanted to swallow Ling Hao whole.

Li You Qian's two sons were killed here. His figure instantly aged.

He let out a mournful cry, "Ling Hao, you and I are irreconcilable!"

Ling Hao smiled and shook his head. The grudge between him and Li Youxian was completely not with him.

Li Mi wanted to die that day, and if she didn't kill him, then she would be the one to die.

"I say, old fool, what does your son seeking death have to do with me?"

"Do I have to let him humiliate me?"

After he finished speaking, Ling Hao no longer said anything.

The Prime Minister looked at the pained Li Youxian and slowly said, "General, please grieve. The Fourth Prince will definitely take care of him in a while."

At this time, Li Youxian's eyes gradually turned bright as he walked up to Yang Zhenlong.

He bowed slightly.

Using a voice that could only be heard by two people, he said: "Your Highness, if you are able to kill Ling Hao, this old subject is willing to use all the power of the general's estate to help you snatch the position of crown prince."

Surprise flashed across Yang Feilong's eyes, "General, rest assured, I will definitely kill this man!"

The three sect elders were secretly shocked.

If someone said he would kill you, you would immediately kill him.

Decisive and clean.

The figure that looked at Ling Hao secretly nodded.

His Dao-heart was as firm as a rock.

"Ling Hao won. Next, Li Fengyan against Yang Feilong."

The two of them went on stage at the same time.

However, Li Fengyan said, "I surrender."

Then step down.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

Only Li Fengyan knew that in order not to waste Yang Feilong's true essence, it was more likely to be a crushing move against Ling Hao.

It was obvious at a glance.

Those with discerning eyes could tell that the general's residence, as well as the prime minister and the Imperial Advisors' positions were all with Yang Feilong.

There was only one person behind the crown prince, Yang Yong.

Ling Hao.

At this point, the outcome of the battle was clear.

If Ling Hao won, Qin Yong would be able to safely become his Crown Prince. Once he ascended the throne and became emperor after a hundred years, his brothers would live in harmony. No matter what, he wouldn't kill his own little brother.

On the other hand, Yang Yong's victory was akin to being Crown Prince. His flesh and blood were intertwined, and his heart was at peace. He was too obsessed with that position.

The empress's heart rose to her throat as she looked at the youth in white with mixed emotions.

He looked at Ling Hao and said, "How fortunate is our Qiyang Empire to have someone as powerful as you? This really makes me look at you in a new light. Young man, I think highly of you."

Anyone who heard these words would understand that the Emperor did not wish for the Fourth Prince to win.

But could Qin Feilong agree?