C59 (1/2)

Only cultivators at the True Sun realm could use sacred arts, which were evolved from the energy of heaven and earth, such as soaring into the sky, burning rivers, and boiling seas.

With a wave of his hand, Ling Hao pulled the Cyan Carp back.

He spread out the blood net and stabbed out with his sword. That green carp beauty actually managed to turn around and dodge it. The first time she missed, Ling Hao was slightly angry.

He stepped on her chest and stabbed at it once more. With a pu sound, the long sword stabbed at the green carp's chest, dying it in a bloody mess.

The cyan carp felt its consciousness gradually grow dim, and only now did it close its eyes due to the blood flow.

Ling Hao took out the mysterious cloth pieces that Zhou Lin Yuan and the green carp had given to the Vermillion Bird Hall Master. If they wanted to leave the demon heart jungle, this was a necessity.

The dumbstruck crowd gradually recovered from their shock.

Two seventh heaven masters had died a violent death. It was as if killing them in the hands of this young man was as easy as blowing away dust!

This was the state of mind of the Spirit Flame Clan disciples.

On the other hand, the Mo and Carp Clan disciples were more flustered than shocked. After killing the leader, their lives were also in Ling Hao's hands.

Who wants to die if they can live? Death was unknown to those who were still alive, so these disciples had strong desire to survive.

Ling Hao looked at them with a cold gaze. If he let them go today, they would still wave their sabers and swords when they met him again. He might as well kill them to avoid any future troubles.

”If you want to blame someone, then blame yourself for following the wrong person. Don't blame me after you die.” Ling Hao took out his long sword and charged towards the group of disciples.

The young boys and girls were trembling in fear. It was not natural death, but man-made death. They truly could not accept it.

”Young Master, Young Master, please don't kill me, okay?” However, in front of life, she still lowered her arrogant head. Her face was flushed red as she said, ”Young Noble, as long as you don't kill me, I can do anything I want.”

Her sweet voice emitted gentleness as her bewitching eyes looked at Ling Hao.

The young boys and girls next to her gaped for a moment, then began to plead for mercy.

The two hall masters looked at Ling Hao. They also wanted to know what choice this heroic youth would make. It would be best if they stayed true to their intentions after compromising with a beautiful woman.

Ling Hao only glanced at her, but didn't say anything.

The sword light shone into the young girl's eyes.

She lay in a pool of blood, breathing her last. Her beautiful eyes were filled with incredulity; even in death, she could not believe that there was such a man in this world. There was even a moment when she doubted whether this white-clothed youth could walk on the streets.