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  "Or is it just the nature of people with the surname Liu?"

  Ling Hao's words made Han Yexiang laugh out loud.

  Others also held their breath.

  Facing the master of the floating peaks and saying such sarcastic words is really laughable and pitiful.

  "Little kid, if you want to die, don't blame Liu."

  Liu Zhenlong's eyes flashed with greed, his figure suddenly expanded violently, and a terrifying internal force was emitted, causing the surrounding trees to rustle loudly.

  Suddenly, several giant trees could no longer withstand the internal pressure and snapped in half, rolling down the mountain cliff.

  Han Ye's face was covered in sweat and he immediately retreated.

  Under this terrifying internal pressure, she even had some difficulty breathing.

  Not just him, even Han Lao Gou and Hong Xiu Yi furrowed their brows tightly and quietly took a few steps back.

  The power of Yuanshen's peak is terrifying!

  They don't have the qualifications for the fight.

  "Nine Swords are floating in the air, if you can catch one of them, I, Liu, will definitely let you go."

  With a burst of internal energy, Liu Zhendong slapped his palm and the treasure sword at his waist suddenly appeared in his hand.

  With sword in hand, Liu Zhenlong's expression turned cold and stern, his footsteps paused, and his body was already floating in mid-air.

  "This sword was forged from thousand-year-old cold iron and can only be possessed by the superior of the Floating Mist Peak, allowing one's inner power to increase by a factor of two."

  "Since I got this sword, Liu has never unsheathed it. Today, he will use it to sacrifice that impolite little brat."

  Liu Zhenlong's expression was cold and detached, as if he were a transcendent swordsman from the Ninth Heaven. His long robes fluttered in the wind, and his body shone with golden light. With one sword stroke, he struck down.

  A sword blade several dozen feet long descended from the sky.

  Wherever the sword's blade passed, the void became distorted and seemed to tear through the air.

  "Be careful."

  Han Ye's frost was worried and shouted loudly as he was pulled by Han Lao and drifted away to a distant place.

  Ling Hao gazed at the sword's edge, and the mysterious Xuan Gong in his body suddenly circulated to his palm.

  Crack!

  The sword energy fell, and Ling Huan's palm rose just in time, opening up. The sword energy that pierced the heavens came to an abrupt halt amidst a series of shocked expressions.

  Was held up by Ling Hao.

  "How is this possible?"

  Liu Zhenlong's eyes widened in shock, his face a picture of incredulity.

  The Nine Swords of Elegance were personally taught by the Heavenly Lady herself, and are incredibly powerful.

  It is now even more empowered by Hansheng Jian, with its power increased several times over.

  Not to mention a younger generation, even if you encounter an opponent with stronger abilities than yourself, one sword can make the enemy avoid its edge.

  He originally intended to use one sword to settle Ling Huan, and to intimidate others.

  But Ling Hao didn't move at all and simply used his bare hands to catch his sword energy.

  "Grandma, can sword energy still be caught with one's hands?"

  Han Ye's beautiful eyes were filled with a look of surprise.

  "I've never heard of it before. The sword energy is invisible, although it can be seen, but to receive the sword energy with bare hands, Ling brothers' strength really makes people ashamed."

  Han Lao's eyes flickered with an indescribable expression.

  As for Ling Hao's strength, it is also unpredictable.

  From the perspective of internal force's strength, Ling Hao should not have reached a very high level yet.

  But Ling Hao's kung fu is endless, giving people a kind of ethereal and majestic feeling.

  Now even more bare-handedly grasping the sword energy.

  "It seems we underestimated him."

  Hong Xiu-yi smiled wryly as she gazed at the arrogant young man under the tens of feet of sword energy, her expression complex.

  They lived a lifetime, these days of continuous stimulation by Linghu Ke.

  A kind of white and lively feeling arises.

  "How could his sword energy be caught bare-handed? Who is he?"

  Those disciples of Piaoyu Peak who had their knees shattered by Linghu were more shocked than anyone else at this moment.

  Liu Zhēn Lóng's strength they knew, at Piāo Miǎo Peak could at least rank in the top hundred.

  In the secular world, Liu Zhendong is inevitably a task like a land-based fairy, pursued by all walks of life.

  Even officials wouldn't easily offend Liu Zhendong.

  But now, Liu Zhenlong's sword energy was actually caught by a young man with his bare hands.

  This requires what kind of terrifying strength.

  For a moment, all the disciples of Piaomiao Peak were shocked and relieved.

  The anger in his heart has decreased a lot.

  Ling Hao didn't kill them, which was already a great mercy.

  "Give it back."

  Ling Hao's eyes gleamed, his foot tapped, and his internal energy converged on both arms. The sword aura shot out at an even faster speed than before, heading straight for Liu Zhendong in mid-air.

  "Scatter!"

  Liu Zhenlong's eyelids twitched, his mouth corners moved slightly, and his complexion changed suddenly.

  "How is this possible? My sword energy has actually gone out of control."

  Boom!

  The sword energy roared and struck Liu Zhenlong's body, stirring up endless smoke and dust.

  After more than a dozen breaths, the dust dissipated and everyone's eyes widened in shock once again.

  In mid-air, Liu Zhendong's long gown had already been torn apart, a shocking sword scar on his chest, blood staining his clothes red.

  "Liu Feng seemed to have gained no advantage over Ling Mou after one move."

  "I'm actually quite embarrassed."

  Ling Hao gazed calmly at Liu Zhendong, his tone sarcastic.

  "...which ancient tribe's disciple is he?"

  Liu Zhenlong was secretly shocked.

  Innumerable possibilities flashed through his mind, but in the end, there was only one confirmation: the young man before him was a disciple of the ancient tribe.

  Under heaven, only ancient ethnic groups can possess such a technique.

  Even if it's a fleeting peak, it doesn't possess.

  "An ancient tribe?"

  Han Lao's face changed color and his breathing was somewhat disordered.

  "Grandma, what is Gu Zu? I've never heard of it."

  Han Ye Shuang looked at her grandmother's shocked face with confusion, and became even more curious about Ling Hao's identity.

  "A race of hermits left over from ancient times, hiding in the midst of the city, unworldly and rarely appearing."

  Han Lao's eyes gleamed with nostalgia as he said, "I once met a predecessor who was over 150 years old. His cultivation had reached the pinnacle of perfection, his breath was like thunder, and he could traverse the void with ease! That was truly a great master."

  "Is there really such a race in the world?"

  Han Ye's heart was shaken.

  "There's more than one naturally, but have you heard of Li Yuanba?"

  "Grandma, isn't that a character from a TV series? I've seen 'The Legend of Sui and Tang'." Han Yexiang replied in confusion.

  "It is said that the Li family resides in a mysterious place in Huaxia, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, like an immortal realm. Every cultivator of the Li family is treated as a distinguished guest by the state."

  "Ling brothers, it's very likely one of those ethnic groups."

  Han Lao gazed at Ling Hao's back, a sense of reverence arose spontaneously.

  Ancient races, but they are not something these half-baked families can compare with.

  Even if it's just a young man, he has the qualifications to make her feel awe.

  "If Ling Hao is really a member of the Gu tribe, then perhaps even the Floating Peak wouldn't dare to easily offend him."

  Han Ye's eyes were dimmed, and in her narrow and long eyes, there was a hint of irrepressible loss.

  "It's not necessarily so, but Ling brother's kung fu is unique and unmatched, even if he's not from the ancient clan, he's still a great master."

  Han Lao hesitated for a moment before saying, "He can defeat Xuan Ming's two elders with one move, and at the peak of Yuanshen realm, he should also be able to defeat them. Let's just watch the show."

  "It seems that's all we can do, in the past, we really couldn't help much, Thousand Year Black Python, how could such a strange beast reappear in the human world?"

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