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Kid, I was talking to you, didn't you hear me?" The young man sneered, his eyes full of ridicule. He did not hold any respect for this so-called dog-shit Crown Prince Wushuang. A country bumpkin from Sky Desolate City, even if his identity had changed, it would still be impossible to obtain his recognition. When a sparrow flies onto a branch, it will forever be a sparrow that dares to compete with a phoenix!

"Who are you?" Hong Ling coldly asked, "I remember that I didn't offend you before!"

"Who am I? Hahaha, did you hear that? This country bumpkin actually asked who I am. I never thought that there would be someone in the Great Chu Capital who doesn't recognize me. Hahaha, this is so funny! " The young man looked to be no more than twenty years old. At this moment, his hand was resting on the body of a servant as he unrestrainedly laughed. He pointed at one of his servants, who was at the early stage of the Void Initiation Stage, and clapped his hands on his face. "Come, help me, your young master. Tell him who exactly I am!"

The servant nodded and stood up arrogantly. He touched his throat and adjusted his throat, about to speak. However, a dark golden stream of light flashed past, lightly brushing against his throat. A head flew high into the sky and tumbled to the ground, carrying a proud expression on its face.

Hong Ling casually withdrew the Sorrow Spirit Sword, the Authentic Qi in his palm shook slightly and threw the blood in front of him onto the street floor. He said coldly, "I'm sorry, I don't want to know your young master's name from your mouth right now!"

"How dare you kill my servant! Who gave you the guts to kill him!" The expression of the youth under the protection of many servants instantly changed as he shouted.

Hong Ling didn't give him another glance, and instead looked at the crown prince's servants who were standing behind him, and coldly said: "What are you standing around for, bring them into the palace and ask the doctors to come forward to treat them!"

When the servants heard this, they quickly formed groups of two and prepared to carry the wounded into the mansion. He saw the two Soul Refining cultivators standing in front of the youth. Their bodies instantly emitted a tyrannical aura, wanting to use this to suppress the servants. However, just as the two of them flashed their bodies, Hong Ling threw out the Sorrow Spirit Sword in his hand. With the addition of his will, the Sorrow Spirit was instantly split into two. The two of them unleashed their sword-ki towards each other, forming an enormous barrier that separated the two auras from the servants.

"Hmm? Sword Manipulation! " When the two servants saw Hong Ling instantly summon such a powerful sword qi barrier, their eyes were filled with fear. Hong Ling's cultivation was only at the great circle of Qi Refinement into Spirit, but the sword qi barrier that he had created, in their senses, had already reached a point where he was only at the Spirit Refinement realm. They weren't confident in being able to break it in a short period of time.

"Crown Prince Hong Ling, these evil slaves have offended my young master. We advise the crown prince not to act rashly and hide our people inside the palace! " Since the two of them were unable to break through the sword energy barrier, then the threat was also good. As long as they could dissuade this so called Unique Noble Heir from giving in, then their goal for coming here would be achieved.

A human figure flashed past and passed through the barrier of sword qi, arriving in front of the two men in an instant. Hong Ling casually grabbed the two people's necks, and immediately sealed the Authentic Qi in their bodies, allowing them to slowly rise into the air. With a casual twist, kacha, the necks of the two were broken in an instant. The Authentic Qi in his palm spat out and immediately destroyed the brains of the two people, completely killing them. Hong Ling casually flung him to the ground, patted his hands, and did not look at the youth whose face had become darker. To Hong Ling, the two trash at the early stage of Void Refinement, who did not have much talent, killing each other was a piece of cake.

"I am a stately Unique Noble Heir, it's not even the turn of a few servants to educate me!" Hong Ling sneered, and slowly walked back to the side of Su Yu and the others. At this moment, the last injured servant had already been brought into the mansion by many of the servants and was undergoing treatment. The teenager waved his hand and removed the barrier formed by the Sorrow Spirit Sword. He turned around and instructed the servants behind him, "Men, quickly prepare tables, chairs, and tea for this crown prince. I wish to have some tea with the guests in the manor!"

Hearing this, the servant quickly gave the orders. Very quickly, Hong Ling, Su Yu and the rest sat down in front of the main entrance of the crown prince's residence and quietly sipped on their tea. They coldly stared at the group of youths with indecisive expressions, their eyes filled with disdain. Hong Ling lifted the teapot, lifted the lid, and lightly stirred the hot water vapor on it. He took a sip and looked at the group of people who were glaring at them.

"Right now, this young master who is called, I wonder if you can personally tell me your name and where you live?" There was a hint of ridicule in his tone, as well as a trace of disdain.

When the youth in front of him heard this, his face was filled with rage. It had always been him being arrogant and despotic within the Tianqi City, but who would have thought that a newly advanced Unique Noble Heir would actually kill three of his spirit refining and hollow servants in succession, and even dare to look down on him so much!

"Brat, you will regret this!" The young man said coldly, "Knock off his tea table and chairs, I want to see how unyielding this Unique Noble Heir is!"

He had brought twenty servants with him, and three of them had already been killed by Hong Ling previously. Now, other than the cultivator that cultivated the Void Unity Stage, who would not attack immediately, the other sixteen servants instantly shot out and pounced towards Hong Ling and the others.

Hong Ling's gaze turned cold. With a casual wave of his hand, the Sorrow Spirit turned into ten, floating in the air. One of them was in his hand, while the other nine turned into a huge barrier, protecting everyone. He was dressed in white, and with a sword in each hand, he dashed towards the sixteen people who were attacking him.

The Sorrow Spirit was currently a Celestial Rank Magic Equipment, and contained an incomparable might within. With the Divine Equipment out, there was almost nothing that could contend against him. At this moment, Hong Ling had linked with the power of the Sorrow Spirit, and his power instantly broke through the barrier that was still lacking in spirit refining, and he officially stepped into this realm. Although he was only borrowing this power, it was enough to deal with these trash with mediocre talent.

Bang! A majestic force exploded from the youth's body. He tapped his foot on the ground, his body rushing forward as he waved the Sorrow Spirit in his hand. Chi, the legs of the cultivator closest to him were instantly cut off. He casually pressed his palm on the ground and his entire body spun horizontally as he kicked the head of the cultivator with a broken leg, instantly blowing it up.

Bang! A salty smell of blood filled the air. In one move, Hong Ling killed a person. In a flash, he had already arrived in front of another cultivator, his palm condensing a dark golden lightning flame, and quickly pressed it onto the cultivator's chest. Boom! The cultivator's entire body was struck by the lightning and his four limbs fell to the ground.

Hong Ling retracted his hand, without even looking at the spear that was thrusting towards the back of his head, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the spear-wielding cultivator. The youth cut off the hand he was holding and grabbed the cultivator's neck. Then, he suddenly twisted his neck. Kacha, the cultivator's neck was snapped, his heart was shattered by Hong Ling's Authentic Qi, he instantly died.

At the moment of Master's sudden death, before Hong Ling even landed on the ground, he had already ruthlessly kicked the end of the spear shaft, quickly kicking it out. Puchi, the two cultivators who were charging at him were instantly pierced through the heart by the long spear accurately and connected together.

Hong Ling's figure flashed, dodging a gloomy sword light, his hand reaching towards the empty air with a claw. "Puchi!" The sound of flesh being torn apart sounded out. A cultivator wielding a sword was forcefully pulled out from the void. His palm landed on the cultivator's chest and started to pull out a piece of flesh. It was the cultivator's heart.

"Only ten left!" Hong Ling smiled, looked at the ten cultivators gathered in front of him, and raised his eyebrows. Just now, in the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, he had killed six successive cultivators. His methods were bloodthirsty and fierce, thoroughly shocking the remaining ten cultivators. These people were shocked and angry at the same time. They all gathered in front of him, and no longer dared to act alone.

Hong Ling bent down and wiped his hands over a dead body's clothes, wiping off the blood stains on his hands.

Ten figures flashed as they circled around him, surrounding him in the center. The ten great cultivators, with their palms pressed together, instantly formed a huge Authentic Qi cage, intending to trap him. An incomparably terrifying aura was slowly born from the combined strength of ten Void Refinement Cultivators and slowly appeared within the cage. It was the Authentic Qi thorns, slowly emerging from the walls of the cage. As the cage tightened, they slowly stabbed towards him.

With the Sorrow Spirit in his hands spinning upside down, Hong Ling casually waved a bright sword qi, fiercely slashing on the cage. The cage rumbled for a moment, but it remained unharmed. Even the sharp thorns formed by the Authentic Qi did not show any signs of collapsing. The youth frowned. He really didn't like the scene of someone controlling the rhythm of the battle. With a thought, a dark golden stream of light slowly enveloped his body. By the time the light dispersed, he had already completed his Dragonform, and his scales shone coldly under the sunlight.

"Hmph, do you think you can trap me just by working together!?" Hong Ling fiercely stomped his foot on the ground, and with a kacha sound, the limestone tiles on the street were shattered into pieces with a single stomp. Like a bolt of lightning, he came to the edge of the cage and ferociously punched at the Authentic Qi.

Boom!! The entire cage instantly started to shake violently. A series of sinister cracks, with Hong Ling's fist as the center, extended towards the walls of the entire cage. The ten cultivators spat out a mouthful of blood as they stared in disbelief at the youth shrouded in scales. Their eyes were filled with shock.

"What kind of monster is this!"

However, Hong Ling's even heavier fist responded to them. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! As Hong Ling's storm of fists descended, the cracks on the Authentic Qi cage became even more ferocious.

The ten cultivators looked at each other, their eyes were filled with shock. It was as if they had reached an agreement. They simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood and threw it into the cage. The cage returned to its original state after absorbing the ten mouthfuls of blood essence. It was even showing signs of being strengthened.

"Stubborn fool!" Hong Ling let out a cold snort, and instantly covered his fists with the dark golden Tianhuang Lightning Fire.

The youth bowed, bent his knees, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He took a deep breath and stomped his feet. Bang! A huge crater was formed by his stomp on the street. The youth's body rushed out and collided ruthlessly with the cage.

Boom! Regardless of whether it was the Authentic Qi's thorns or the cage, both were completely shattered in that instant. The ten cultivators that were connected to the cage all coughed out blood and fell to the ground, lying motionlessly.

Hong Ling casually waved his hand, and the Sorrow Spirit Sword that was originally floating beside him, appeared in his hand. The youth was dragging his sword, the edge of the sword making sparks on the stone floor. At this moment, he withdrew his Dragonform and arrived in front of the first cultivator. He then pierced his sword into that cultivator's chest and completely crushed his heart.

The moment the cultivator died, the youth turned around and arrived next to the second cultivator. He stabbed the second cultivator to death.

"Stop!" The Body Refinement Realm cultivator protecting his young master shouted coldly, but Hong Ling's sword still struck at the cultivator.

Ah!" A miserable scream rang out, yet another cultivator had died a tragic death.

The cultivator that cultivated the Void Unity Stage finally could not hold it in and was about to take a step forward. However, Hong Ling slowly turned his head and looked at him.

"Do you believe that if you dare to take one step forward, I'll cut off one of your young master's hands. If you take two steps, I'll cut off one of his legs!"

The moment the cultivator heard this, his expression changed. He stopped moving and stared at the White-robed Noble Heir before him with a fearful expression. One by one, he slowly killed the cultivators that were struggling to survive. A deep chill spread through the two remaining master and servant. They looked at the youth in white and their eyes were filled with fear.

Hong Ling casually stabbed the last cultivator to death, he slowly turned around, kept his sword, walked back to his seat and gracefully sat down. He lifted the teacup, blew on the hot steam, and took a sip. He closed his eyes and carefully savored the taste. Then, he gently put down the bowl of tea, raised his head, and smiled at the young man in front of him.

"Now, young master, can you tell me your name personally?"