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The scene immediately fell into chaos. Within the Demon Heart Forest, a group of people was waiting to kill each other.

This battle was a one-sided one. Qing Tu and Zhou Lin had joined forces to deal with the people of the Spirit Flame Race.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master was sent flying with a single palm from Zhou Lin, followed by the sword thrust by the green carp. Luckily, his cultivation was deep, and he dodged the sword.

The master of the Green Dragon Hall was breathing heavily as he looked at Zhou Lin Yuan.

"Are we really going to kill them all?"

It was due to the internal injuries he had suffered, causing him to feel a little weak.

Zhou Lin Yuan laughed coldly and said, "This is just a trap. All of you will die here today!"

Yang Linglong and the others didn't have enough spiritual energy to support themselves, but they were still fighting with their lives on the line. This kind of heavy battle was exhausting, and it looked like they were going to be massacred.

Ling Hao shattered that person's head with a single punch. Just as Bai Qing was about to thank him, she discovered that he had once again charged into the crowd.

The Mo and Qing carp disciples didn't understand why this youth's movement technique was so strange. To be able to take someone's life with a breath, it was as though he had entered an uninhabited realm.

"Don't come over!" The yellow-clothed disciple's eyes were filled with fear. He sat on the ground, constantly regretting his actions.

The only reply he got was a cold feeling on his neck as warm blood flowed down his clothes.

Other than the eight people from the Spirit Flame Race, the disciples that the Mo Luo Clan and the Golden Carp Tribe brought were becoming fewer and fewer in number. This strange scene made Qing Yi feel something was wrong.

Who is he?

"Brother Zhou, kill that kid first. Otherwise, all of our tribesmen will be killed by him!" The green carp's voice was cold.

Zhou Lin Yuan looked at Ling Hao and nodded his head seriously.

"What's your name?" The Spirit Flame Race actually has a genius like you? "

"Ling Hao."

"What? You're the one who crippled my son, Zhou Cheng?" Zhou Lin Yuan was flustered and exasperated. His body leaned forward like a cheetah, ready to pounce and tear apart the young man in white.

This man was the one who crippled his son.

The eyes of the Spirit Flame Race members dimmed. Even though they knew that handing over the lives of these eight to Ling Hao was simply too shameless, they had no choice. The amount of spirit energy they had was insufficient, and they were at the end of their wits.

Everyone shifted their gazes onto the young man in white.

"You want to kill me? Let's see if you guys have the ability to do so. "

"Your son killed six people of my clan, and I only crippled him. Do you think that's too much?" Ling Hao looked at Zhou Lin Yuan.

Zhou Lin Yuan was enraged in his heart. His own son was a young hero of the Mo Clan.

"Who do you think you are, the Spirit Flame Race? In the Gu Yue Empire, your Mo Luo clan is ranked fourth, and your Spirit Flame clan is below us. May I ask who gave you the qualifications to cripple my son? "

"Don't you know that doing so will lead to the annihilation of your entire clan?"

The green carp also looked at the white-clothed youth with sympathy, truly overestimating himself. It seemed like Ling Hao would not be able to escape death today.

The two leaders looked at Zhou Lin Yuan and could feel him on the edge of his fury.

In their eyes, Ling Hao was only a second heaven stage cultivator, it was too easy for Zhou Lin Yuan to kill him.

If a genius that only appeared once every thousand years were to fall here, then they wouldn't have the face to hand it over to the Martial House Master. Thinking of this, the two of them looked at each other with sadness in their eyes.

"Brother Azure Dragon, we can only do this."

"Hm, the Spirit Flame Clan disciples, listen up! Everyone, come with me to stop these two. " The master of the Green Dragon Hall stood ramrod straight with a cold voice. He looked at Ling Hao and said: "Ling Hao, quickly leave. We'll stop the two of them."

"If one day you can leave this demon heart jungle, remember to avenge us if you have the strength!"

The two hall masters' voices were filled with sorrow. They took out their weapons and rushed towards Zhou Lin Yuan. Despite the difference in cultivation, they were like moths to a flame. They had to protect Ling Hao even if it meant their lives.

Yang Linglong smiled at the youth in white. She knew that this was the last time she would smile. She only hoped that in the years to come, he would be able to think of a girl secretly liking him.