C86 (1/2)

The black-clothed old man suddenly appeared, his gaunt face filled with anger.

Ling Hao wanted to see just who this person was, but he was in no hurry to make a move. He glanced at the black-clothed old man and discovered that he was only at the fourth level of Manifestation.

With his current strength, it was enough to instantly kill him.

Upon seeing the black-clothed elder, the face of the Desolate Patriarch instantly turned deathly pale.

”Big brother, you are not his match. Don't overestimate yourself.”

The Desolate Chief still had some brains. Ever since he came in contact with Ling Hao, he had never seen this youth panic.

Even though he was surrounded by the seven great races, he was still very calm.

Thus, he really did not want his elder brother to test his depth.

”You've lived for so long. Where's your pride, my younger brother?”

The black-clothed elder brother of the tribe leader was furious when he heard that he was going to lead the Savage Tribe to submit to Ling Hao.

”If you can injure me even the slightest bit, then I won't force the Savage Tribe.” Ling Hao looked at the black-clothed old man.

The black-clothed elder was slightly surprised.

You're only a second heaven youth, how could you be so arrogant?

”Younger generation, I'm afraid you do not know about the gap in cultivation.”

”That's why I wanted you to teach me.”

They were at loggerheads.

The black-clothed elder's killing intent surged in all directions.

His right arm suddenly stretched out in the shape of a claw, flying towards Ling Hao's claw.

The might of a Manifestation stage practitioner was immense, he had created his own Heavenly Dragon Claw.

He was confident that he would be able to crush Ling Hao's flesh and blood.

However, the sharp nails had touched Ling Hao's body.

There were only creaking sounds.

Blood flowed from the gaps of his nails, and his nails were broken. The ten fingers were connected to his heart, crushing him alive. It was truly painful.

”...” ”You.” The black-clothed elder was both shocked and angry.

After roaming the world of cultivation for hundreds of years, he had never seen such a sturdy body that was like darksteel.

A feeling of helplessness filled his heart, as a whip appeared out of thin air in the black-clothed old man's hand.

He swung his whip at Ling Hao.

The flowing light was bright, and one could see just how terrifying the true essence contained within the whip was!

Ling Hao decided to kill him.

Dodging the whip, his palm struck the black-clothed old man's chest. He only felt as if his heart and lungs had been shattered, and he constantly vomited blood.

Immediately, he was on the verge of death.

His eyes were filled with regret.