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Very quickly, they saw Ling'er standing in the middle of the flames. Her killing intent soared to the heavens, but at the same time, it had also become extremely serious.

Even though they were a hundred meters away from the center, they could still feel the heat of the flames. Sweat emerged on their faces.

To be able to stand there unscathed amidst the soaring flames and rising flames without being affected in the slightest, it was enough to prove the depth of his cultivation.

Even if the fire was set by him, he would not feel good about it. In fact, he might even burn himself alive.

"Who are you? I wonder how my Demon Hunt Squad will offend you? To oppose my Demon Hunt Squad? " An old man looked at Ling'er with a serious expression as he asked with an ashen face.

"Why would I oppose all of you?" Ling'er's eyelids slightly lifted as a scarlet flame flickered within his eyes. He snorted in disdain, "I'm not happy with your Demon Hunt Squad. That's the reason, is it not possible?"

Are you unhappy with our Demon Hunt Squad?

The two elders looked at each other, their faces twitching. Could you be more confident?

What do you think our Demon Hunt Squad is? We can knead it if we want to!

Our Demon Hunt Squad is also an outstanding existence among the third-rate powers, but why is it that in your eyes, we are nothing?

However, these thoughts were quickly filled with killing intent as they stared at Ling'er with blood-red eyes that flickered with the light of hatred.

In this hall and in the courtyard, besides the three captains, there were more than half of the elites of the Demon Hunting Mercenaries who were burned alive.

This hatred was irreconcilable!

"This mysterious person's strength is very strong. We can't see through him. I'll stop him here. Quickly go to the Marquis' Mansion and call for reinforcements!"

Even though their hearts were full of killing intent and wished to hack the man in black into a thousand pieces, the two of them had experienced great things and had not lost their minds from anger.

The person who spoke earlier looked at Ling'er who was surrounded by flames with a grave expression. With a flick of her sleeve, a three feet long, blood-red blade emitting a violent aura slipped into his hand.

"Then you must be careful!" The old man grit his teeth and fiercely nodded his head. This was the only way, otherwise the two of them would have been stuck here forever. "Don't fight with him. Try to fight with him as much as possible. Wait for my return!"

He looked at Ling'er hatefully, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance onto his heart.

Gritting his teeth, the light green wind-attributed spiritual energy beneath his feet swirled as he emitted a faint cyan halo. His body suddenly became light, and like a blurry shadow, he sped towards the Marquis' Mansion.

This old man was actually a Martial King that possessed wind-attribute spiritual energy.

"Can you escape?" A cold smile appeared on Ling'er's face as she smiled playfully. How could she not have expected this to happen?

"Scram!" Ling'er said indifferently as she looked at the elder blocking her way. Step by step, she walked towards him. With each step, her aura became more and more powerful.

"The only way to get there is to step on my corpse!" Sensing that Ling'er's aura was becoming more and more powerful, the elder roared and raised the saber in his hand. Spiritual energy crazily entered the blade and he chopped down.

He knew that if he allowed Ling'er to continue accumulating her energy, he would not have the slightest chance of surviving. Even the old man who had called for reinforcements would not be able to escape.

As such, he could only interrupt Ling'er's preparations and desperately stop her!