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  Boom!

  Boom!

  In the room, Linghao's figure flickered and could not be caught.

  After a few short breaths, he stopped and punched the wall next door with indifference.

  Rumble!

  The concrete wall had a two-meter-high hole in it after this punch without any unexpected appearance.

  Through the opening, the Taishang Elder of the Night Ghost Sect had floated down, looking at the opposite side with a gloomy expression.

  Ling Hao stepped in.

  Behind him, all seven disciples of the Night Ghost Sect fell to the ground with a loud thud, each with a bloody hole in their chest.

  They never saw Ling Hao's movements clearly until they died, and the shock on their faces remained frozen at the moment of death.

  Speed 7 Hotel!

  18th floor.

  Qilin and others stared at the scene in the telescope in shock, their faces full of shocking colors.

  "Lin Ge, what's wrong? Let us take a look, is that young man dead?"

  There were only two telescopes, but seven or eight people. Qilin let out a cry of surprise and then fell silent. How could they not be itching to take a look?

  "Let them see for themselves."

  He swallowed his saliva, handed the telescope to his brother behind him, and sighed: "It's too scary, eight people died in a few seconds. The boy's strength is stronger than any warrior I've ever seen."

  "This... how is this possible? Those eight people seem to be dead, and he's only been in the room for a few seconds."

  Seeing the scene in the room, several people were shocked and speechless.

  "This is basically a one-sided massacre, are those guys too weak or something?"

  A soldier muttered to himself, his face full of shock.

  "Each of them is stronger than Geng and me."

  Qilin let out a couple of bitter laughs and finally understood why Liu Gang wanted them to retreat and not offend Ling Huan.

  This power is so great that killing them would be easier than stepping on an ant.

  "What? Then this guy's strength must be incredibly strong! Lin Ge, how does he compare to our superiors in the military?"

  Among the troops of Wu Zhe, the leader is Wu Zhe himself, with boundless power.

  They now have only this one reference.

  "It's unclear, but at least it should be 55 open, after all, the leader has not appeared for many years, and back then he was already a Da Neng of the Crossing Tribulation realm."

  Liu Gang shook his head. As for the mysterious leader in the troops, they had only heard of him but never seen him before.

  However, the leader has been deified and is a true land-based immortal, stronger than that guy floating in mid-air.

  Longteng Hotel

  The demon king gazed at the calm and collected young man in front of him with a somber expression, secretly astonished in his heart.

  His eight subordinates were all at the peak of Tianjian Boundary and half a step away from Yuanshen Boundary.

  But they died without making a sound, which was enough to prove that they had died too quickly to have time to shout.

  "Is it Guiyong?"

  Ling Hao gazed at the old man in front of him who was dressed in Western attire, his expression indifferent.

  Crossing one tribulation is almost as good as being a Song family ancestor.

  "Whose disciple is he?"

  Qiyu let out a cold snort and slowly opened his mouth: "You know that even the old ancestors of our family don't dare to be so presumptuous in front of me."

  The strongest of the Wu Dao family in Sanjiang City is only at the Tianxia boundary, and they are nothing but ants to Gui Xiong.

  But the young man in front of him was shocked.

  Because, the young man was ordinary, except for a pair of eagle-like eyes, he looked like an ordinary person.

  But his subordinates will not die at the hands of an ordinary person.

  It can be imagined that the young man in front of him is not as simple as he appears on the surface.

  However, he is a great power in the Tribulation Realm, and is an invincible existence in the Western Regions. In the Central Plains, as long as he doesn't encounter those undying old men, he has nothing to fear.

  "Tomorrow is the day of Brother Nie's burial, and we will bring Ling's head to offer sacrifices to Brother Nie."

  Ling Hao did not answer Gui Xiong's question, but instead opened his mouth indifferently. His figure flashed and he appeared in front of Gui Xiong, his expression cold and detached as he said: "If you want to die, I'll give you a corpse."

  Wow!

  Qiyu's eyes flickered, and Linghao had already appeared in front of him. Although the two were only over ten meters apart, this ghostly speed still furrowed his brow.

  Cross-Tribulation Master, with a strong inner power, his physical body has also experienced the hardships of tribulations, and his reaction force and visual acuity are both very strong.

  Even a fly one hundred meters away can see it clearly.

  But just now he didn't see Ling Hao's action clearly at all.

  The surveillance personnel of Su Qi Hotel had already discovered that a few ordinary people were not in Ghost Bear's eyes.

  "Want someone's head on a platter?"

  "What a big tone."

  The demon's expression was strange and eerie, even if he couldn't see the depth of the young man in front of him, but at such a young age, how could he have such high cultivation?

  He has been famous in the Western Regions for dozens of years, but he has never seen such an arrogant young man.

  "Today, Gui will let you witness the true power of a Tribulation Transcender."

  The demon king opened his mouth calmly, his arm stretched out like a ghostly claw, reaching towards Ling Huan's face.

  Claws in between, gusts of dark wind, wailing and howling like ghosts and wolves.

  Staring at the ghostly claw, Ling Huan stood calmly, his Xuan Gong shook once, and let the ghostly claw fall.

  Wow!

  Claws fell, no ghostly figure tore through the void as imagined.

  His palm was as if grasped on a sharp blade, and he couldn't help but withdraw it.

  The palm of his hand was already charred black.

  "What is this kung fu?"

  Kui Xiong was somewhat surprised, if it was an internal energy external method that formed the gaseous aura, at most it could only defend against attacks, how could it counterattack?

  "Could it be a technique? Youngster, you've actually cultivated a technique!"

  The demon king thought of something, and a greedy smile suddenly burst out on that old face: "The method is hard to come by, and Guī's good fortune is indeed unparalleled. Today, if you hand over the method, Guī will refine it into a puppet. If not, Guī will kill you and then refine it into a puppet."

  "Is this for real?"

  Ling Hao raised an eyebrow, and immediately let out a sigh, saying: "If I were to stay in the Western Regions where birds don't even shit, then Ling would naturally not be here. Since I've come to the Central Plains, it's clear that I don't treasure my own life."

  "Ling Mou does not kill nameless people, but Ling Mou knows that his sworn enemies have all gone to the Yellow Springs."

  "...is no exception."

  As soon as his voice fell, Ling Hao's palm rose and suddenly slammed down.

  This scene fell in the eyes of several people in Su Qi Hotel, and they were all suspicious.

  Even if separated by over a dozen meters, no matter how good one's internal and external skills are, the opponent is still a Tribulation Realm master. At this distance, both attack and defense can be freely chosen.

  But in the next moment, Qilin and Liu Gang were greatly shocked.

  In the telescope.

  The greed in Guiyong's eyes had vanished at some point, replaced by a look of shock on his face. The silver inner energy around his body burst out wildly, forming a defensive shield that resembled a tortoise shell.

  In his eyes.

  Ling Hao's casual slap was like a nuclear explosion, and the desperate pressure turned his initial shock into utter astonishment.

  He even felt that this palm was a gaze from an ancient heavenly god, looking down on him with disdain.

  (End of chapter)

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