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Ling Han actually said that he wanted to kill Hu Yingmu?
This had to be a joke.
Admittedly, Ling Han was very strong, even reaching a nature-defying level, and had withstood two attacks from a Saint, but even so, not a single person believed that Ling Han really had the right to stand against a Saint.
It was completely unrealistic.
Otherwise, what had he come to the Star Sand Martial Arts Academy for? Who could teach him?
Previously, when Ling Han had entered the eighth campus, if it had not been for Ren Feiyun's help, he might have already been forced to crawl through a dog's hole. How could he possibly have the ability to match a Saint?
Everyone shook their heads, thinking that Ling Han was a little too pleased with himself.
"Senior Brother Ling, forget it. Since this stray dog has already admitted defeat, let's be more generous and let him live."
"That's right, Senior Brother Ling, there's no need to bicker with him."
"In any case, his words are like farts."
All the students advised, deliberately belittling Hu Yingmu to appease Ling Han.
Yet Hu Yingmu exploded in fury. He was truly a tiger that had fallen from grace. Even these little bugs dared to mock him. These stupid guys had no idea that he had already sent out the news, and in a few days, the grand elder of his clan would arrive. By then, wouldn't whatever Great Saint be suppressed with a single hand?
He turned around menacingly. "Brat, do you really want to battle me?"
He did not mind taking down Ling Han first. That way, the secret technique of a Celestial King would belong to him alone. He firmly believed that Ling Han must have cultivated a Celestial King technique. Otherwise, he could not possibly have such frightening defenses.
Such a secret technique, so what if it was a member of the same clan? Even if he had descendants in future, it would not be something that could be passed down on a whim.
It was too precious!
"Old thing, you are too shameless!"
"That's right, a high and mighty Saint actually challenged an Eternal River Tier to a battle, why don't you go and die?"
Everyone jeered, and definitely did not want Ling Han to accept the challenge.
"Ling Han, enough," the Star Sand Saint said. He now had a strong desire to cherish talent. No matter what price he had to pay, he had to protect Ling Han. As long as this boy became a Saint, he would possess the ability to dominate the world.
Ling Han did not speak, but instead began to circulate that drop of Saint King blood essence.
Hu Muying actually had designs on the Empress, and he couldn't tolerate this. If the Star Sand Saint killed Hu Muying, he naturally wouldn't forcefully stand up for her, but it was clear that the Star Sand Saint had his reservations.
Then do it yourself.
Boom, saintly might suffused Ling Han's body. This was a drop of blood essence from a Saint King that the Heavenly River King had specially left behind. It had passed through the ages and remained undamaged. It could allow Ling Han to erupt once, and he would be able to match even a Great Saint.
It was enough to kill a Little Saint.
"What?" Everyone was shocked. This was holy might! It couldn't be more obvious.
Golden light swirled around Ling Han's body, forming great dao symbols one after another. They were divine and supreme, as if the heavenly dao had personally descended.
This was the manifestation of the might of a Holy King.
Pa, pa, pa, pa. All the commoners knelt down, and even rank three king tiers like the Second in the World and Zi Chenfeng were no exception. There was nothing that could be done. This was the might of a Saint King, and it reigned above everything else.
Those that could remain standing were only the Saints, as well as the Empress, the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Maiden, and the large black dog.
"You've obtained the blood essence of a Saint King, and it's a complete one at that!" Hu Muying paled in shock. This time, he was really moved. For the first time, he felt that the threat of the other had become real.
Ling Han's gaze was sinister, and he did not speak. He was merely a person that was about to die.
"Want to kill me? In your dreams!" Hu Muying could only answer himself. "Our Eight Stones Forbidden Land is most skilled in divination. Even if you flee to the ends of the world, your only fate is death."
This was a disguised admission of cowardice. 'Don't you dare think of killing me, or you won't be able to escape, either.' That was what he meant.
A thought flashed through Ling Han's mind. At the time, Hu Can and the others had actually so coincidentally found their way here. That was also because they had received the guidance of the grand elder of their race, and had obtained it through divination. However, this kind of divination ability was clearly very lacking. Otherwise, Hu Can and the others would not have died.
This kind of ability could not be underestimated, but it was definitely not omnipotent, either.
"Ling Han, think carefully before you act." The Star Sand Dasha did not try to persuade him further, and merely gave him a word of warning. The current Ling Han was too powerful, and could even stand on equal footing with him.
Ling Han nodded, and said, "I've thought it through. This smelly bug must be stomped to death!"
F * ck!
Hu Yingmu cursed internally, yet did not even let out a fart. He turned around and ran.
Ling Han had circulated a drop of blood essence from a Saint King, and his present strength was comparable to a Great Saint. How could he possibly fight him? The treasured robe on his body could only withstand about a hundred attacks, and would disintegrate once it reached this limit.
"Want to leave?" Ling Han smirked coldly. Since he had even used the blood essence of a Saint King, how could he let him go?
He moved, and his hand covered the sky as he grabbed out towards Hu Yingmu.
At this moment, Ling Han was a Great Saint!
A Great Saint made a move. Just like how it was impossible for Ling Han to dodge Hu Yingmu's attack just now, it was similarly impossible for a Small Saint to dodge. He could only take the attack head-on.
Weng, the treasured robe shone, and the divine patterns shone brilliantly. A great might erupted, and it blocked Ling Han's attack head-on.
Ling Han naturally would not take it to heart. Though the blood essence of a Saint King also had a time limit, it would definitely allow him to launch more than a hundred attacks.
In other words, Hu Yingmu was dead for sure.
He dared to make a move to snatch his wife. If he did not die, who would?
Boom, boom, boom!
Ling Han violently abused Hu Yingmu, causing him to only be able to take the beating.
Everyone was dumbfounded, and they even thought of something that they had overlooked.
Actually, Ling Han did not need to make a bet with Hu Yingmu at all. He could completely cripple Hu Yingmu directly. But why did Ling Han have to beat around the bush?
That was because Ling Han wanted Hu Yingmu to lower his head and apologize first!
Otherwise, how could a proud person like Hu Yingmu, even if he was killed by Ling Han, open his mouth and apologize?
It was too satisfying!
He would first make him apologize, then kill him.
"Senior Brother Ling is mighty!"
"Senior Brother Ling is domineering!"
"Senior Brother Ling, I want to have children with you!"
Everyone shouted together, and many of the female disciples were even more unreserved. Even Long Xiangyue wanted to shout at the top of her lungs.
Ling Han continued to attack. With the support of the blood essence of a Saint King, his power had reached an unimaginable level.
The technique that he had grasped had not improved, but when his power had reached a certain level, it would naturally form a crushing suppression. Moreover, the blood essence of a Saint King also had its own Regulations of the Saint King level. It was just that Ling Han was unable to understand and freely control it. He could only blast it out one attack at a time.
This could not be used for comprehension, but it could be used for battle.
Hu Yingmu's situation began to worsen. The treasured robe on his body was severely worn down under the continuous attacks. One after another, the symbols on it dimmed, and cracks began to appear.
He gritted his teeth. Since his opponent had even used the blood essence of a Saint King, it was obvious that he had made up his mind to kill him. Even if he begged for mercy, it would be useless. Furthermore, it was impossible for him to beg for mercy from a mere ant. He still had that bit of backbone.
He was unwilling. As a Saint, and one that had walked out from a Forbidden Land, he was actually going to be killed by an Eternal River Tier junior. Even if he died, his name would be nailed to the pillar of shame, and his name would go down in infamy for 10,000 years.
He desperately tried to break out of the encirclement.
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