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Ling Hao wasn't afraid of trouble, but was rather annoyed by the endless trouble. Killing people had to be done at the root, otherwise, if a few enemies popped up one day, it would also affect his mood.

The golden beam of light pierced through Yue Ming's legs.

His bones instantly shattered and his flesh turned into mincemeat.

An incomparably miserable wail resounded through the air, along with which, the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves could be heard.

"You just said that you would make me beg for death, so before you die, I'll let you have a taste."

Ling Hao smiled warmly. Ignoring the expressions of Ye Wan and his father, he turned around and walked into the room. Picking up the wine jar on the table, he opened the clay seal.

Then, he walked in front of Yue Ming and collapsed on the spot where his four limbs were broken.

"AHH!"

"You … You are... "A devil!"

Yue Ming's eyes were filled with terror as his body trembled.

"You should be glad that there's no salt here. Let's go." Ling Hao's sword fingers pierced through Yue Ming's neck, causing blood to splash onto the wall, turning it into mottled spots.

Yue Ming died.

As the head of the sect, Ye Chonglou had never seen such a tragic death. His limbs were all gone, and blood flowed everywhere.

"You are Ling Hao? Do you know what you brought to my Ye Family? The Celestial Tiger Sect has destroyed our Sword Sect! is because you killed their Young Clan Master. "

Yue Ming took out a sound transmitting talisman before he died. He believed that within a few hours, the members of the Godly Tiger Sect would arrive at the Sword Dao Gate.

If he knew that his son died here …

The sword sect did not need to exist in this world anymore. If Ye Chen was in his prime and his cultivation was at the peak of the Manifestation Realm, that would still be fine. However, he was now only at the fifth level of the Manifestation Realm, a far cry from the Godly Tiger Sect's leader.

The two sects had been fighting for decades. Ye Chonglou knew Yue Rulong's cultivation, that he was at the peak of the Manifestation stage, and that he was even at the Unparalleled Sun and Moon stage after so many years!

"Do you know who he is? Godly Tiger Sect, Young Clan Master Yue Ming! If you kill him and use such a vicious method, what will the Immortal Tiger Sect think? Ye Wan's face turned pale. She already knew what would happen to the sword sect.

Ling Hao smiled faintly. "Didn't you see that I did this on purpose?"

"What Divine Tiger Sect? Is it really that strong?"

"I'll help you settle it."

Ye Chonglou looked at him in disbelief, "Although I don't know how you are going to make Yue Ming as good as dead on the chopping board, but I believe that you are definitely not Yue Rulong's match!"

Two hours later, a stream of light flashed across the sky.

As Ye Chen and Ye Wan walked out of the room, Ling Hao casually looked at the sky.

Had he finally arrived?

What Ling Hao wanted was this kind of result, to be killed once.

With no chance of future troubles.

"My son, my son!" The middle-aged man's voice was filled with pain and killing intent. He was Yue Rulong, also the Godly Tiger Sect Master.

His eyes turned red as he saw that the man on the ground was missing four limbs.

"Who, who did it!"

His voice was berserk to the extreme, and all obstacles in the courtyard shattered with a loud bang. One could see how high his cultivation base was.

Ye Chonglou didn't know what to say. He had just ordered people to clean up Yue Ming's body, but he was stopped by Ling Hao.

Good.

I won't pursue the fact that you know the Phoenix's Cry Sword Technique.

Ye Chonglou and his daughter wanted to see how he would bear the consequences.

A life for a life?

"I killed him."

Ling Hao walked out, not listening to his nonsense. He raised his hand, and a golden light shot up into the sky. A golden long sword flew over from the sky, targeting Yue Ming and the other three.

These people would often say a bunch of useless things before they died. Ling Hao was already experienced in this, so he didn't give these people a chance to speak.

He directly suppressed it!

Yue Rulong was half a step into the Sun and Moon Realm, and had just touched the door to the Sun and Moon Realm. With only one leg inside, he had no way to resist the golden sword in front of him.

"Impossible!" You are... You are a Sun Moon powerhouse? " Yue Rulong's expression changed drastically. He was puzzled. When did the Sword Door have such a strong expert?

"The Sun and Moon Realm?" Ye Chen looked at the young man in white in a daze.

Ye Wan's heartbeat quickened. She could not believe that the young man that she had inadvertently saved was a Sun Moon stage cultivator.

Yue Rulong clenched his teeth and roared loudly. He put his hands together and four huge tigers sprang out of his body.

The tigers were blood-red in color, and as fast as lightning, they charged towards the golden sword in the sky.

"This is the Divine Tiger Sect's main sect cultivation technique, the Four-Pole Godly Tiger."

"Let's see if they can devour that golden long sword."

Ye Chonglou stared at the sky.

He secretly broke out in a cold sweat for Ling Hao. If Ling Hao was truly subdued, the next step would definitely be the collapse of the Sword Truth Sect.

After all, his son had died in the Sword Dao Gate. The Godly Tiger Sect would definitely vent some of their anger on the Sword Dao Gate.

The golden sword only paused for a moment before it pierced through the four tigers, bringing with it a monstrous amount of Quintessential Essence and charged towards Yue Rulong. Its speed was extremely fast, in the blink of an eye, Yue Rulong had already pierced through his body.

His head tilted and fell to the ground.

This time, Ling Hao did not use the Tyrant Body Technique to absorb his source energy. After all, this person was only at the peak of the Manifestation Realm. With Ling Hao's current cultivation level, even if he absorbed it, it would barely increase his cultivation.

Yue Rulong and his son had both died!

In the Divine Tiger Sect, the four protectors' bodies were trembling nonstop. They looked at the white-clothed youth, and their backs became extremely cold. Their palms were covered in sweat.