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She had been wondering how a mere Martial King from a small third-rate power could possess a mental attack martial skill.

One had to know that these kinds of martial arts were extremely precious. The Ling Xiao Empire probably didn't even have many of them.

Furthermore, not to mention its value, it was extremely difficult for him to successfully cultivate it.

This old man was over a hundred years old and only had the strength of a mid-stage Martial King. To an ordinary person, this was already quite good.

However, on this continent, this kind of talent could be said to be incredibly lacking.

Even Profound Rank martial skills were difficult to learn, let alone spirit power martial skills that had a cultivation difficulty comparable to an Earth Rank martial skill.

The Bloodthirsty Flame Wolf was a very rare Monstrous Beast. It was only a rank three Monster when it matured. It was equivalent to a human Martial King. However, it was a Monstrous Beast with Spirit power and specialized in Spirit power attacks.

The blade in this old man's hand must have been crafted from the demon crystals of the Bloodthirsty Flame Wolf as well as its fangs and fangs. Therefore, he had a portion of the innate abilities of the Bloodthirsty Flame Wolf.

"You think you can stop me just by burning your blood essence?" Ling'er coldly smiled as the corners of her mouth curled up, outlining a disdainful arc. Burning one's blood essence might be able to explode forth with potential.

However, the old man's blood vitality was in decline. His blood essence was already beginning to dry up and his strength was dissipating.

Even burning up one's blood essence wouldn't increase one's strength by much. At most, it would recover to the peak in a short period of time, a bit stronger than when it was at its peak.

Hearing that, the elder's face grew dark and his eyes filled with hatred as he spoke darkly, "I know I can't stop you."

However, as long as I can stop you for one more minute, when the guards and the Purple Mountain Manor people come, you'll be doomed.

I will make you regret your actions today, and after I capture you, I will let you enjoy the torture of the world! "

"With just you?" Ling'er smiled disdainfully as she casually used a scarlet sword ray to force the old man back, then she no longer looked at him.

He tilted his head slightly to look at the old man who was about to escape from the manor. He smiled and looked at the old man with pity, "What you rely on is him. Do you think he can go and spread the news?"

The old man's face darkened when he heard this. He had a bad feeling in his heart. His eyes were dark as he cried out in surprise, "Don't tell me you have a helper?"

If there was really someone who was as strong as the black-robed man, then they really would have no hope!

"Why would I need a helper to deal with you bunch of useless bumpkins?" Ling'er coldly snorted.

Hearing that there were no helpers, the elder heaved a sigh of relief. As long as there were no helpers, it would be good enough!

"Alright, I won't play with you anymore. It's already midnight, I still have things to do!" I'll send you on your way first. " Ling'er impatiently waved his hand as he raised his head to look at the sky shrouded in mist.

His body flashed and without the old man's reaction, his body appeared beside him like a ghost. He swung his sword at his waist at an extremely fast speed without a sound or even a trace of spirit energy fluctuations.

Feeling the sharp sword qi stabbing into his waist, the elder turned his head to the side and was immediately scared out of his wits. His face turned pale.

When did he appear here?

"No!" The old man roared, his eyes bloodshot. At this critical moment, he held the saber by his waist in an attempt to resist the sharp edge of the scarlet feather sword, trying to offset part of the force.

Ling'er's eyes flashed with ridicule. Her slender fingers bent, and fiercely flicked at the Scarlet Feather Sword's hilt a few times, creating a series of afterimages.

The Crimson Feather Sword hummed and shook for a moment. A complex and ancient pattern that flickered with a small light appeared on the sword's body. A terrifying pressure was released along with a terrifying sword energy!

Swoosh swoosh!

As if cutting through tofu, the old man's grade three spirit weapon was cut in half from the middle by the Scarlet Feather Sword, chopping towards the old man's waist without slowing down in the slightest.

"Saint... "Tools..."