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"You think you, a hundred year old middle stage Martial King, with half a foot in your coffin, would be able to stop me?"

Ling'er looked at the blood-red saber light with disdain. Her jade-like feet lightly stepped on the ground. Her delicate body soared into the sky as she charged towards the saber light.

A pink fist slowly reached out with crimson flames lingering around it. It lightly jumped up and down, but it was actually fast enough to strike out at an extremely fast speed.

The scarlet fist collided with the blood-red blade's light that was emitting a violent aura. Ling'er immediately felt a violent aura rushing into her mind, and a wolf's howl sounded out from it.

"Humph!" Ling'er's eyes flashed with astonishment. She had never expected that the blood-red colored saber light would actually contain a mental attack.

However, he didn't care and snorted lightly.

In the fiery red spiritual space, a strange bird cry rang out, followed by raging flames.

An illusory huge blood-red wolf that was the size of a calf appeared in the spiritual space. It howled while being burnt into nothingness.

Before it disappeared, fear appeared in its emotionless, empty eyes.

"Crack!" A crack appeared on the blood-red saber light. Then, like a spider web, the blade suddenly broke into pieces.

"How is this possible?" The old man, who should have been temporarily dazed from the mental attack, looked on dumbfoundedly as the light from the blade pierced him. His muddy eyes were filled with disbelief as he spat out a mouthful of blood and screamed.

This was one of his secret trump cards. Other than a few people, no one else knew about it. There were countless people who were on par with him who were caught off guard by this blade.

His greatest achievement was the killing of a late stage Martial King.

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that the black robed man in front of him would not be affected in the slightest.

On the other hand, because his soul attack had been broken, the backlash wasn't light, and it was a backlash to his spirit body.

Even if he managed to escape today, he wouldn't have long to live!

"Wa! Wa! Wa!"

The old man's face became abnormally red, and blood spurted out like a fountain from his mouth.

"Even if I die, I won't let you pass! "Ahhh!" The old man roared like thunder. His aura suddenly soared, and it seemed as if he had reached the peak of his strength. The blood-red blade in his hand also emitted a faint demonic glow. A wolf howl came from the blade.

"He's burning his blood essence again?" Ling'er chuckled softly, feeling speechless.

Burning one's blood essence would harm one's foundation and shake the foundation of one's martial path. One might even die because of this. Unless it was absolutely necessary, no martial artist would be willing to do this.

She had not expected that today, two Martial Kings would be forced to continuously burn their blood essence. When did blood essence become so worthless?

Or had it been a long time since a martial artist had fought, for them to become so crazy and for them to lose their lives?

If Mu Kui and this old man were to know her thoughts, the former would probably rush out of hell in anger, and the latter would die from anger!

Do you think we want to!

Saying too much was filled with tears!

How did we end up messing with a monster like you? You came to destroy our Demon Hunt Squad and scared us out of our wits and made us useless.

"I even thought that Spirit power martial skills became common and anyone could train in them. So it's the Demon Crystals from the Bloodthirsty Flame Wolf." Ling'er's beautiful eyes glanced at the devilish broadsword in the old man's hand, and a flash of understanding appeared in her eyes.