A Good Romance
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He Shaolin himself wasn't a King tier, so he looked forward to trampling a King tier beneath his feet. This could be said to be the most wonderful thing in life.
He looked at Fu Gaoyun proudly. This time, he had ruthlessly trampled on Fu Gaoyun's face. Even if Fu Gaoyun reached the Dividing Soul Tier or even the Immortal Palace Tier in the future, he would still not be able to wash away the humiliation he had suffered today.
"Hehe, I've broadened my horizons again today. What does it mean to have no bottom line? What does it mean to be a shameless villain?" Ling Han shook his head and strode forward.
The Empress stood behind him with her hands clasped behind her back. She couldn't be bothered to deal with these trash.
"Ling Han, don't be in such a hurry. It's not your turn yet." Bei Xuanming sneered. This fellow was truly too naive to think that he would let him off.
"But I'm already getting impatient." Ling Han walked forward. He had no interest in Bei Xuanming's disgusting performance. Moreover, although he had severed all ties with Fu Gaoyun, he still owed the latter a favor. At the very least, the Blood Dragon Armor that the Empress was wearing had been given to him by Fu Gaoyun.
Moreover, this fellow was quite a nice person.
"Halt!" A man charged out from behind Bei Xuanming. He raised his fist and punched towards Ling Han. With a servant around, if the master had to make a move, would there still be any meaning for a servant to exist?
Hong, this fist smashed over, the power a bit astonishing, triggering the great dao. Symbols appeared one after another.
This was a third severance elite, and he had already cultivated to the peak stage. In truth, his battle prowess was even stronger than Bei Xuanming's. It was just that he was weaker than He Shaolin.
He threw a punch, intending to crush Ling Han.
Ling Han made his move. No one knew how he did it. It was just a very casual movement, and that person's wrist was grabbed, and then the attack stopped.
Bei Xuanming instantly gaped in shock. In his mind, Ling Han was only a first severance, so no matter how freakish he was, he could not possibly be a match for a third severance elite. However, this move of his was a resounding slap to his face.
Third severance
Ling Han was actually a third severance? How was this possible?
How long had it been, and he had advanced from the first severance to the third severance, surpassing her in cultivation level. How could there possibly be such a thing in this world?
"Does it feel good to beat people up?" Ling Han asked the man calmly.
That person's bile was about to burst out, and he didn't know how to answer.
Ling Han grabbed the other person's hand and slapped his face, "Does it feel good? Does it feel good?" Every time he asked, he would slap his face.
The man's face was bruised and swollen, yet Ling Han had no intention of stopping. Very quickly, blood spurted out, followed by minced flesh and broken teeth. Even his bones were exposed, and the scene was extremely bloody.
Ling Han had no sympathy for him at all. This guy clearly wanted to kill him with a single punch. If it wasn't for the fact that his cultivation speed was fast enough and that he was an Emperor, who could he complain to if he was beaten to death?
"Stop!" Bei Xuanming shouted.
He had no choice but to drink. If he, the master, did not react when his subordinate was beaten, who would be willing to risk their lives for him in the future?
But Ling Han will pay attention to him.
Pa, pa, pa. The slaps were sent flying, and Ling Han was still dragging that person as he closed in on Bei Xuanming. His eyes were filled with killing intent. It was obvious that he was going to be next.
"Shaolin!" Bei Xuanming hurriedly called out.
He Shaolin nodded, and leaped back. He showed a cold smile, and said, "Third severance king tier! Hehe, in front of me, you are just a fart!"
King tiers could only be invincible among those at the same cultivation level, and he not only had the advantage of a minor level, but he had also tempered at the peak stage of the fourth severance for who knew how many millions and millions of years. His battle prowess was completely on par with king tiers.
Say, how could he not have a sense of superiority?
Ling Han dragged that person, and walked towards He Shaolin like a dead dog. He did not speak. In his eyes, this person was only a mass of air, and there was no need to pay attention to him at all.
"Arrogant!" He Shaolin humphed coldly, and raised his right hand, slapping towards Ling Han's face.
'You like to slap people, right? Then I'll let you have a taste of being slapped.'
Pa, Ling Han raised a hand, and grabbed He Shaolin's wrist.
He Shaolin's expression instantly froze.
'How is this possible?'
Bei Xuanming was also dumbfounded. In his eyes, He Shaolin's strength was enough to rival Holy Sons and Holy Daughters at the peak stage of the fourth severance, so how could his wrist have been grabbed by Ling Han?
It was as if there was a huge disparity between their battle prowess.
"You also want to have fun, don't you?" Ling Han said calmly. He raised He Shaolin's hand, and slapped it back at him.
He Shaolin hurriedly mustered his full strength to resist, but he was completely no match for Ling Han. Pa, a fiery pain immediately spread over his face, causing tears to flow out.
First, pain, and second, shame. He had been slapped in public, so how could he endure it?
Ling Han swung his hands, and pa, pa, He Shaolin and the other person were thrown into Bei Xuanming's hands. Their limbs were spread wide, and they had long since fainted.
Bei Xuanming involuntarily took a step back, a cold expression on his face.
Just like how Fu Gaoyun couldn't find any reinforcements here, he couldn't find any, either.
Although he was not the only Holy Son of the Lunar Sect that had entered this place, the relationship between Holy Sons was a competitive one, so how could they ask for help for their personal grievances? Firstly, he couldn't bring himself to do this, and secondly, he would only become a joke if he asked others.
Thus, Fu Gaoyun could only resign himself to his fate just then. Now, if it was him, he would also do the same.
"I admit defeat," he said through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
After saying this, he had his subordinates help He Shaolin and the other person up. Even if they couldn't defeat him, couldn't they just hide?
Ling Han humphed, and said, "You want to leave just like that?"
"What do you want?" Bei Xuanming asked darkly. He also knew that he had to pay a price.
Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, "Just then, didn't you say that I had offended the Zihe Clan, and should behave with my tail between my legs? Heh, let me tell you something. Just a few days ago, I killed Zihe Bingyun!"
Weng, Bei Xuanming felt his mind tremble, and a loud boom rang out. He almost fainted.
Fake, it had to be fake!
If he had only offended Zihe Bingyun, then even if the Zihe Clan wanted to deal with Ling Han, they wouldn't dare to go to war, but if Zihe Bingyun was killed, then the situation would be completely different.
Who could humiliate a Celestial King Tier force?
At that time, perhaps everyone here would have to die with him!
Bei Xuanming trembled, and felt that Ling Han had to be a madman, or a swindler, making such a meaningless joke.
"Y-you must be spouting nonsense!"
Ling Han broke into a smile, and said, "You really think too highly of yourself. How would I have the time or the mood to spout nonsense with you? Didn't you say that I was very bold? Heh, then I'll let you experience it."
He flicked a finger, and xiu, a flash of sword light swept out, piercing into the top of Bei Xuanming's head, and then shooting out from the back of his head.
Pa, Bei Xuanming's legs instantly weakened, and he knelt onto the ground, his eyes rapidly losing their luster.
Fu Gaoyun and the others were all numb with fear, and Fu Gaoyun also thought back to when Ling Han had asked him whether he could kill Bei Xuanming. At that time, he had thought that it was only a joke, but looking at it now, killing intent had risen in Ling Han's heart.
This was simply too audacious.
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