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"Isn't this bullying?"

"There's no other way. The strong are respected."

Chen Yu ran towards the arena, looked at Ling Hao, and said with a cold smile: "How do you want to die?"

Ling Hao didn't say anything. After all, he was too conceited in this arena. If he killed Chen Yu, there wouldn't be much of a dispute.

Hearing this, Yang Linglong had the impulse to pull out her treasured sword and kill this person.

Li Mingxue stood below the stage and anxiously shouted, "Brother Yu, don't kill him. Let him live."

After all, she was the person who had saved her in the past. No matter how far she distanced herself, she could not distance herself from this life saving favor.

Immediately, Ling Hao undid his restraining cultivation, and the surrounding Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth instantly gathered around his body.

The young man in white was grand and imposing. He was already at the eighth level of Qi Condensation!

"This kid is too terrifying!" Bai Han slammed his hand on the table, standing up, he couldn't help but exclaim in shock. In just a short month, he had risen to the sixth layer of Qi Condensation.

He was a poor man, why?

Bai Han could not wrap his head around it, and even grew jealous in his heart.

Li Mingxue's beautiful eyes turned round!

She never would have thought that Ling Hao was actually at the eighth level of Qi Condensation. Then when they were fighting just now, did he suppress his cultivation? Was this disdain?

She sat on the chair and murmured, "I didn't expect that you would remain the same Brother Hao who carried me up the mountain."

She closed her eyes, and her heart felt like it was being tossed and turned. Tears flowed down her face, and she didn't know why.

At the same time, on the stage, Chen Yu saw that Ling Hao's cultivation was actually exactly the same as his. At the beginning, he was just surprised, but then he sneered: "No matter what you look like, in my eyes, you're just like an ant."

Patriarch Seven looked at his rampant son and his heart turned cold. He had the nagging feeling that the brilliant Ling Hao of today wasn't that simple.

"Die!"

Chen Yu lightly waved his fan, his eyes revealing killing intent.

A yellow stream of light flew out from the folding fan. This was his top martial skill, Flying Fan's Flowing Light.

Ling Hao didn't even look as he directly sent a fist rumbling towards him!

A tiger with a fierce head and sharp teeth appeared in the air.

This tiger was dashing towards Chen Yu. Chen Yu was shocked, wasn't this the Fierce Tiger Fist?

Such an inferior martial skill could actually be condensed into form?

He did not dare to be negligent. The folding fan flew out dozens of streaks of light, yet they were unable to penetrate the tiger shaped body.

Chen Yu had never had the heart to be modest. He used his ultimate technique right from the start, but the current situation was just too terrifying.

With the Tiger Form piercing through, Chen Yu had no way of dodging. The speed was not something he could dodge, he could only feel the ferocious tiger head about to pierce his chest.

Chen Yu's eyes were filled with terror.

Patriarch Seven suddenly went onto the stage and smacked the tiger with his right hand.

The tiger's head was like a mirror. It was shattered into pieces by the stone, and soon after, it disappeared into thin air.

Ling Hao's gaze was ice-cold. If there was no explanation for this matter, how could he let this matter rest?

With a cold expression, Yang Linglong flew up into the sky while stepping on her flying sword, and said: "Seventh Elder, I want to know, what are you doing?"

"If you don't tell me, I will kill him myself!"

With that, he looked at the terrified Chen Yu.

A killing intent was revealed!

Her creamy cheeks were frosted over.

Patriarch Seven trembled. He raised his head and looked. His heart was suddenly filled with panic. This was the daughter of the Family Patriarch, the Eldest Miss.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and knelt down. "Eldest Miss."

As he spoke, his head knocked against the ground.

"I only have this son of mine. As a father, I really can't see my own child die in front of me. All these years, even if I didn't do anything, I still have some hard work to do for the Spirit Flame Race!"

He knelt on the ground and said nothing.

If that tiger-shaped appearance from before really went past his chest, then Chen Yu would definitely die.

Yang Wuyuan also sighed lightly. Seventh Elder had really gone too far.

Yang Linglong, who was riding on the flying sword, smiled coquettishly. She looked deeply at the Seventh Elder, slightly parted her red lips and said, "What you said makes sense."

She turned around, and only then did Patriarch Seven feel relieved. He quickly nodded and said with gratitude, "Big Miss is indeed wise. We, father and son, are deeply grateful."

She was just a silly little girl.

"I will cripple his four limbs! "Do you think that makes sense?" An ice-cold and heartless voice resounded through the sky. All the people present have ashen faces. "

"Ling'er, don't be rash." Yang Wuyuan stood up, and his brows slightly wrinkled.

He knew his granddaughter's character. If it wasn't for her, she really would have become a general in the secular world!

"Grandfather, tell me, his son, Chen Yu, asked about Ling Hao's death right from the start. He didn't show any mercy when he attacked, he used his ultimate move! His killing intent must have felt something when he was sitting at the True Sun realm. "

Yang Linglong laughed as her flying sword landed on the ground. In her hand, the snow-white sword was shining with a cold light!

She looked at Seventh Elder with a mocking tone: "If your son, Chen Yu, defeated Ling Hao and was about to kill him, would you, as the host, stop your son?"

With her hands behind her back, Yang Linglong walked to the front, looked at the sweating Seventh Elder and said: "No, you won't, because Ling Hao is not your son!"

"In that case, you're looking out for yourself. Unfortunately, Ling Hao is my friend. He doesn't have a father like you, but he does have a friend like me."

"Today, if his four limbs aren't crippled, I won't be able to sleep or eat in peace!"