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  Song Chusheng chuckled twice, his hand was about to touch the soft spot of Han Yexiang, when a cold and stern voice suddenly appeared.

  "Today, if she moves a single finger, all of the Song family will be buried with her tomorrow."

  In the distance, Ling Hao stepped out of thin air and descended step by step, his expression cold and detached as he stared at Song Chuyi.

  "...I didn't target anyone, must I necessarily be at odds with the Song family?"

  Song Chusheng saw Ling Hao's eyes narrowing for a moment, his face had already changed greatly.

  Ling Hao's defeat had a great impact on him, especially when he was defeated by the first move of Xuan Ming's two elders, which made Song Chuyi's heart extremely cold.

  "Miss Han paid 100 million to have Ling protect her, taking money and goods from people in trouble." Ling swept his gaze over the curved knife in Song Chu's hand with disdain: "This thing can't even be considered a low-grade artifact, yet you're so proud of it."

  "Now Ling certain gives an opportunity, kneels down to apologize to Miss Han, otherwise die!"

  Ling Hao's voice was as cold and detached as a demon god emerging from the Nine Underworlds, causing people's hearts to tremble with fear.

  Han Ye's beautiful eyes sparkled with a continuous array of colors, and in her mind, she recalled the scene from just now when Ling Xiu had stepped on air and appeared. It seemed as though a door deep within her heart had been opened.

  Ling Hao's words made Song Chuyi and the people behind him immediately fall silent.

  They were no strangers to Ling Huan's reputation.

  Ling Hao's words, they also did not dare to question.

  Strength represents everything.

  "Big brother, quickly apologize to Miss Han."

  Behind him, several brothers of Song Chuyi's clan immediately persuaded him.

  "Don't provoke Master Ling, otherwise we'll all be in trouble."

  The Song family's children saw Ling Hao for a moment, and every one of their hearts was shocked beyond measure.

  They came out of nowhere, and this arm made them extremely shocked.

  In the Song family, apart from the master of the house, who else would have such strength?

  Moreover, Ling Hao looked even more relaxed, strolling leisurely.

  "Hmph, Ling surname, now Han Yexiang is in my hands. If you dare to make any rash moves, I'll kill her."

  Song Chusheng's face turned gloomy, and his brothers' words of advice only made him lose face even more.

  With so many people kneeling down to apologize to Han Yexiang, does he still want to mix in Longhua City in the future?

  Is that still considered a face?

  Song Chusheng's words were almost mad and everyone looked at him with a strange expression.

  Especially the young masters of the Song family immediately took a few steps back.

  It's clear that we and Song Chuyi are not of one mind, you mustn't vent your anger on us.

  Ling Hao swept a cold glance over Song Chu Sheng and said in an icy tone: "Since you don't want to live, then so be it."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Hao's figure suddenly disappeared into thin air, like a ghost.

  Everyone had just blinked their eyes when a mournful cry suddenly echoed through the air.

  It wasn't until everyone came back to their senses that they discovered with utmost horror that Song Chuyi's arm, the one holding the knife, had been severed from his shoulder.

  "A piece of trash is treated as treasure."

  As for Song Chuyi's ear-piercing scream, Ling Hao ignored it and with a grab of his hand, the curved knife flew into Ling Hao's hand.

  "Gotcha!"

  The curved knife was immediately reduced to a pile of scrap iron under Ling Huan's Xuan Gong.

  This scene made everyone gasp in unison.

  Just now Song Chuyi relied on this knife to show off his military might, it can be seen that this thing is not ordinary.

  The things made by Song's ancestors are absolutely priceless in Longhua City.

  But in Ling Hao's eyes, that curved knife seemed insignificant.

  "My arm...my arm."

  Song Chusheng covered his broken arm, the intense pain twisting his face: "Ling surname, the Song family's old ancestor is waiting outside, today you will definitely die."

  Just now, Ling Hao's movements were too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

  The knife was right on Han Ye's neck, but he didn't even have a chance to make a move.

  At this time, Song Chuyi regretted it.

  But there is no medicine for regret in this world.

  Thinking of his ancestors outside, Song Chuyi gritted his teeth and said.

  Song Chusheng did not believe that Ling Hao alone could make the Song family retreat.

  The Song family has been dominant in Longhua for many years and has reached its current state today. There are many guests at the door, as numerous as cow hair, and the old ancestor also has many old friends.

  One man's strength cannot move a great mountain.

  "Oh? The old ancestor of the Song family? It should be the Tribulation Boundary."

  Ling Hao's expression remained calm as he immediately turned to Han Ye Shuang and said, "Whether this person lives or dies is up to you."

  "Mr. Song, weren't you just very pleased a moment ago?"

  Han Ye's eyes sparkled with frost as she nodded, her beautiful eyes gleaming with ice.

  Dare to be rude to her, how could Song Chuyi not die?

  With a clear mind, Han Yexiang calmly thought about Song Chuyi leaving.

  Her slender palm turned bright red, it was the fierce fire palm technique, a profound skill of the Han family.

  "Han Yexiang, you can't kill me. My ancestors of the Song family are right outside, and if I die, none of you will survive either."

  Song Chusheng's eyes turned crimson red, and his expression finally lost its previous calmness.

  Lao Zu is indeed outside, but Lao Zu can't come in. Han Ye Shuang will have them killed and then leave calmly. Even if it's Lao Zu, there won't be any evidence that Han Ye Shuang was the one who killed him.

  "Now you know and are afraid?"

  "It's too late."

  Han Ye's gaze swept indifferently over Song Chuyi, and with a slap of his palm, the cultivation of a Yuan Shen realm master was fully revealed.

  Song Chuyi had only half a step of Yuan Shen and lost an arm, his strength was greatly discounted.

  Three palms passed, Song Chuyi's chest received a palm, his breastbone sank in, and the surrounding area was charred.

  "Die!"

  Han Ye's voice was cold and detached as he spat out a single word, his Flame Palm not stopping, Song Chuyi's face changed color in an instant, already unable to resist, could only let the palm wind fall on his chest, feeling his life force constantly flowing away.

  Behind him, everyone in the Song family looked on with trepidation and fear.

  They wanted to escape, but their feet were as if stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

  This is just one of Ling Hao's casual methods.

  As for whether to eradicate the problem, it depends on Han Yexiang.

  These days' Tianjie and Dixie realms' warriors are not worthy of him taking action personally.

  Moreover, every time she spends 100 million, Han Yexiang can't bear to part with it.

  Song Chusheng is dead, and the waves are calm, it's just one person dying, who cares if he's from the Song family or another clan.

  "These people are also handed over to us, that old guy, I will deal with him."

  He spoke calmly and stood with his hands behind his back, walking towards the seal outside the tomb.

  This seal can detect a warrior's age and boundary, similar to the stones that test talent on the Tianlong Continent.

  A figure slowly appeared in the passageway outside the tomb, an old figure appeared before Ling Hao's eyes.

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