A Good Romance
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The Zhao Tribe had sent out a total of six elites. This was obviously not their full strength. They probably felt that this was already enough to suppress Ling Han and the others.
Ling Han was displeased. His gaze swept over them, and he said, "You had best not provoke me, or he will not be the only one lying here."
"Impudence!" the six rebuked him angrily at the same time.
Though they were not at the level of elders, they could all be called elites among Nine Rings, and were comparable to elites of the early stage or even the middle stage of Saint King Tier.
"Take him down!"
The six of them moved, and attacked Ling Han.
Ling Han casually grabbed the large man from before, and used him as a weapon by the ankle, smashing him towards the six elites.
Hu, he brandished the human meat club with great vigor.
The large man's face turned green in fright, and he hurriedly circulated his power throughout his entire body. Otherwise, if he was struck by a member of his own clan, he would definitely be shaken into a bloody pulp.
Meanwhile, the six of them had no choice but to leap out of the way, lest they accidentally injure their own clansmen.
"Fighting with a hostage, what kind of ability do you have?" they goaded.
"None of your business!" Ling Han roared, and charged towards the six of them with his "great weapon", using the large man like a sword. Weng, weng, weng, he really did channel Sword Qi, which continuously burst forth from the large man's body.
This caused the large man to suffer greatly. Even if he channeled his power to protect himself with all his might, how could he possibly withstand Ling Han's sword intent? His skin and flesh were instantly lacerated, and he was badly mangled.
Ling Han was in high spirits, and casually tossed the large man to the side, charging into the midst of the six. Peng, peng, peng, he punched and kicked, and very soon, all six of them were suppressed.
With his extreme speed, no one could escape at all.
Xiao Gu tilted its head to one side. It was now like a sponge, continuously absorbing everything, and in its mind, Ling Han was clearly the most influential, causing it to imitate Ling Han's every move.
Ling Han stood with his hands behind his back. Since things had already progressed to this extent, he did not want to stop so easily.
After a while, more elites from the Zhao Tribe arrived. This time, there were more of them, reaching the number of 100.
Ling Han couldn't help but sigh. There were so many experts here.
These hundred people were all Nine Rings strong practitioners, and there were more than ten of them who even had Nine Rings that were as black as ink, reaching the level of peak Saint Kings.
Thinking of so many old enemies, even Xiao Gu's eyes had turned green. Thankfully, it remembered Ling Han's words, and lowered its head. It did not act up, and did not let anyone discover its abnormality.
Its intelligence was getting higher and higher, and it was becoming more and more human-like.
"Release him," said an elder who wore a fifteen-meter-long feathered crown. His crown was the longest, so he was obviously the leader of the Zhao tribe. His face was ice-cold, and his eyes were filled with fury like thunder.
Ling Han shook his head and said, "Old man, I don't like this kind of commanding tone. Let's change our attitude first."
"You're courting death." One of the clan elders attacked. Hong, a large hand reached out, and black veined patterns appeared. The sun, moon, and stars could vaguely be seen, but it was completely different from the techniques of the Ancient Realm.
Ling Han threw out a punch, giving tit for tat, not backing down at all.
After a clash, that elder's figure swayed, and he showed a sliver of surprise.
In his eyes, Ling Han's aura was much weaker than his, and he had previously exchanged blows with other outsiders. Thus, though the two of them did not belong to the same cultivation system, it could still help him make a judgment.
But this exchange greatly exceeded his expectations. The other party was actually not the slightest bit weaker than him.
"Ahem …" The Zhao Tribe leader spoke. He stretched out a hand and pressed it down, indicating that elder to stop attacking, and said, "Outsiders, if you want to use our path, you can immediately release him, and apologize to us, along with a gift of restitution."
"Tribe leader!" All the elders exclaimed in shock. Wasn't this going too easy on them?
The Zhao Tribe leader shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "Think of the bigger picture!"
They were currently preparing to start a war with the Lang Tribe, and at this critical juncture, they naturally did not want anything unexpected to happen. After all, Ling Han had already proven that his abilities could not be underestimated.
All the elders were furious, but did not raise any further objections. They all secretly decided that when Ling Han and the others returned, they would definitely let them know how powerful they were.
They wanted to explore the secrets at the end of the upper reaches!
The ancestors of the various tribes had long since joined hands to explore that place, but they could not approach it at all. Forcefully barging in would only lead to death. Thus, in the end, outsiders like Ling Han could only return the way they had come.
They were all looking at Ling Han. These people had gotten off lightly, and they could live a few more days.
Ling Han shook his head, and said, "You must not be mistaken. I am not here to use our path. These seven people are hostages now. Name a price. If you are satisfied with the price, I will return them to you. Otherwise, I will kill them on the spot. I guarantee that they will be fresh!"
You actually dare to extort us?
All the elites of the Zhao Tribe were furious. Even the expression of the Zhao Tribe leader was dark, and he revealed a dense killing intent.
He had retreated earlier not because he was afraid of Ling Han, but because he did not want to disrupt the arrangements for attacking the Lang Tribe.
Are you seeking death?
"Take him down!" the Zhao Tribe leader said coldly. He had finally lost his patience.
"Old Six, let's attack together!" An elder walked out. He was the seventh elder of the Zhao Tribe, and was blood brothers with the sixth elder. The two of them had the most tacit understanding when they worked together.
"Alright!" The sixth elder also walked out. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, and they stared at Ling Han with eyes filled with coldness. Their faces were expressionless, as if Ling Han was already a dead man.
Ling Han smiled slightly, and the Immovable Deity Metal Body was unleashed. His six arms stretched out, and he grabbed all six hostages on the ground, using them as weapons. "Come and fight!"
This …
You are too f * cking shameless, actually using hostages as weapons! Furthermore, it was fine if you only grabbed two, but you actually grabbed six! If it were not for the fact that you only have six arms, would you have grabbed the last person as well?
This thought also flashed through Ling Han's mind. He could not help but think that since he could form four more arms, could he take it a step further and make this number reach six, eight, or even more?
He could give it a try. Perhaps it would take countless hours, but it was worth a try, wasn't it?
The sixth and seventh elders did not dare to attack, and could only stare blankly at Ling Han. They had never seen such a shameless person before!
Ling Han said, "If you don't want to fight, then let's discuss the ransom. If it's too low, then don't blame me for killing the hostages!"
The experts of the Zhao Tribe all had ashen expressions. But even though it was easy for experts to appear here, there were still very few who had reached the Ninth Ring. They were considered talents that could not be lost, because there were still other tribes that were eyeing them covetously downstream. As long as their strength was slightly weakened, they would mercilessly launch an attack and replace them.
Some were only defeated and retreated downstream, but some were directly destroyed and disappeared in the long river of history.
"A hundred top-grade divine medicines!" The Zhao Tribe leader said. He waved his right hand in front of him, and a large pile of divine medicines appeared. Because there were so many of them, it was obvious that there was a divine glow interweaving.
But Ling Han snorted, and said, "Do you think I'm a beggar? You want to send me away with this kind of thing?" These divine medicines were only at the sixteenth level.
He suddenly reached out and tore off the arm of one of the hostages, and threw it towards the experts of the Zhao Tribe.
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