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He turned his body to the side and was about to land a palm on Xiao Hong Chen's chest. Xiao Hong Chen felt the power contained within that palm and knew that she would die if she was hit.

But she couldn't dodge.

In the moment of her death, Zhao Yuxuan suddenly realized that Ling Hao had disappeared from her side.

Raising his head, he saw Ling Hao grab Wang Chen's hand.

"Bullying a woman is nothing." Ling Hao said indifferently.

This angered Wang Chen and he sneered, "Yellow hair kid, mind your own business!"

He gathered the spirit energy of the heaven and earth in his arm, intending to use the spirit energy to shatter the youth's palm.

"Crack!" A smile appeared on Wang Chen's face when he heard that, but he felt pain in his arm.

It turned out that 'kacha' was the sound of his own arm breaking.

"AHH!" "Bastard, I want you dead."

Wang Chen was extremely angry and soared into the sky. With the sword in his left hand, he sent a streak of sword light towards Ling Hao. This purple light was overbearing and ruthless.

Xiao Hong Chen looked worriedly at Ling Hao as he clutched his chest.

Thin beads of sweat seeped out of Zhao Yuxuan's palms.

Ling Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"An ant."

A sword finger shot forward, instantly destroying the purple light in the sky.

"How is this possible?" Wang Chen was astonished. His sword light had been shattered.

"Don't be so shocked, go die." Ling Hao smiled slightly. In the blink of an eye, the golden light beam had pierced through his body.

Wang Chen's eyes were wide open as blood filled the sky. His body fell from the sky and landed on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

A battle without suspense had ended just like that. Unexpectedly, the vice head of the Spirit Moon Sect had died just like that?

Xiao Hong Chen smiled bitterly. She had underestimated the white-clothed youth's strength after all.

The Vice Sect Leader was penetrated by the light beams, causing the disciples of the Spirit Moon Sect to panic. Some of them had already started to quietly retreat.

Zhao Yuxuan asked, "Master, are these people going to be let go?"

"Kill!" Xiao Hong Chen's beautiful eyes were filled with cold air as she looked around her surroundings. The number of dead disciples in her mansion was extremely high. If these people were to escape, how would she explain the amount of loss of life?

Miserable screams and howls resounded in everyone's ears.

A massacre.

The ladies of the Divine Hunting Division were like gods of death, slaughtering all the disciples of the Spirit Moon Sect. Blood was flowing along the streets and the stench of blood made the pedestrians cover their faces.

Ling Hao stared at the two girls, lost in thought. This was truly decisive and ruthless. If they were to make a move without mercy, then this was indeed the case. After all, this was a death grudge, so how could they let these people get away?

The two hundred and forty people of the Spirit Moon Sect, along with the Vice Sect Master Wang Chen, had all died in a single day. This caused the various powers of the capital to feel a chill in their hearts.

The Divine Constable was this strong?

The storm temporarily stopped. There were some rumors that a white-clothed youth had come to aid the divine catcher. Later on, the rumors about the white-clothed youth spread like wildfire.

A master was indeed a master. The fact that the Spirit Moon Sect was so strong that they had been beaten into the shape of a pig head also indirectly meant that he had good governance, and that he had cleared out the people with wolf-like ambition. Thinking of this, he immediately passed down the order that the God Hunting Division would be the protector of the kingdom, and from then on, everyone in the palace would not have to kneel in worship.

He wanted the various powers to understand that what he held in his hands was a peerless divine sword. If they wanted to go against the imperial authority, the Imperial Protector's estate would be completely annihilated.

Needless to say, Li Long Jin was extremely intelligent.

At night, in the God's Courtyard.

After receiving the imperial edict, Xiao Hong Chen felt neither sadness nor joy. This gap made her understand that if it weren't for Ling Hao, everyone in the Divine Constable would have died. How could they enjoy such treatment?

She looked at the youth sitting beside her, drinking tea.

"Young master Ling, there is no need to thank me. If there is anything that I can help you with, feel free to speak your mind." She looked at the young man in white with admiration, her eyes like silk.

Zhao Yuxuan gritted her teeth and said, "I am extremely fond of you, young master. I know I am not worthy enough for you, and I wish young master good luck in finding a good person in the future."

She had mixed feelings, and her eyes were slightly red.

She had to admit that ever since they parted ways, she had never forgotten that young man in white. Now that the matter had been resolved, he might have to leave. If she didn't reveal her feelings, who knew when they would meet again.

Ling Hao stared blankly at him, not knowing what to do. His heart was thrown into disarray by these sudden words.

"Lady Zhao …"

Xiao Hong Chen looked at her disciple and sighed. Stupid child, he is a dragon amongst men.