A Good Romance
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How many Sixth Step cultivators were there in the world?
A hundred or so might have been a bit more in the beginning, but there had been internal strife, and some of the Sixth Step cultivators had fallen. So now, there were only about a hundred.
Although the Sixth Step cultivators could not be called Sovereigns, they were still the strongest in the world. Each one of them had the power to sweep through the ages.
Yue Borong's group of seven surrounded him, all of them brimming with killing intent.
This was someone who had to be killed. Yue Borong had done so to take revenge for his son, while the other six felt that Ling Han was too monstrous. Once he was allowed to possess the battle prowess of a Seventh Step, he would cause immeasurable damage to the Origin World.
"What do you want to do?" Empyrean Flame asked somewhat timidly. These people were brimming with killing intent, scaring her to death.
"Those who are with this brat are definitely not good people. Let's kill them together," one of the Sixth Step cultivators said.
Yue Borong was the first to attack. Hong, he raised his palm and slammed it towards Ling Han and Empyrean Flame.
"Ah!" When Empyrean Flame saw this attack, his first reaction was not to dodge or block, but to grab his head and scream in terror. The sound waves turned into waves that spread in all directions.
Ling Han had long since been prepared. Not only had he covered his ears, but he had also activated more than a hundred planes to defend himself.
Crack, crack, crack. Cracks appeared on the planes, but fortunately, they did not shatter.
Even so, blood still flowed out of Ling Han's nose. He was unable to completely avoid this vicious attack.
If he was in such a state, then there was no need to mention Yue Borong and the others. They were all sent flying, their clothes in tatters. Their skin had split open, and blood was pouring out.
So what if they were Sixth Step cultivators? In front of the power of a Seventh Step cultivator, their hair was in a mess, and they were bleeding from their orifices.
Ling Han took this opportunity to attack. He went straight for Yue Borong. This old bastard had targeted him time and time again. He was too hateful.
Peng, peng, peng. He attacked with his full strength, and all of the eighth-grade symbols activated, increasing his strength by a thousand times. With his current late stage Sixth Step power, he had already reached the point where he could suppress Yue Borong.
Yue Furong was currently in a state of agitation. Who would have thought that a girl who looked so weak could actually explode with such terrifying battle prowess?
He had six steps, but he couldn't block the power of the roar. What did this mean?
This woman was a seventh-step Supremacy.
But how could that be?
Two generations of the Primordial World only added up to ten seventh-step masters. Even if there were to be more in the future, they would be born from Zhou Heng, Chu Hao, and Golden Silkworm, not this woman.
This was still not the main point. The main point was that he actually made a move against a Seventh Step Supreme Exalt. Was he courting death?
Even though he possessed an incomparably calm temperament, he was still panicking in his heart at this moment. Because of this, he could only retreat step by step in the face of Ling Han's storm-like attacks.
The other six sixth-step Empyreans were also shocked until their scalps went numb. They looked at Empyrean Deadfire in a daze, their hearts in a whirl for a moment.
But it can't go on forever, can it?
"Greetings, Milord!" They all bowed towards Empyrean Deadflame.
Empyrean Final Flame looked at these people blankly. You guys were so fierce just now, and now you're acting so submissive. What are you trying to do? She said weakly, "Why are you guys hitting Niu?"
Pfft!
The sixth-step powerhouses couldn't help but open their mouths wide. One of them even directly spurted out. Even the self-restraint of a sixth-step powerhouse was not enough.
Niu?
Which Empyrean would call himself that, especially one who was an undying and indestructible Seventh Step Supreme Exalt?
His image crumbled instantly.
"May I ask how I should address you, Milord?" A sixth-step powerhouse asked with cupped fists.
Empyrean Final Flame immediately became interested. He puffed out his chest and said, "Niu is Deadfire."
Deadfire!
The six Empyreans looked at each other, clearly very puzzled.
They had never heard of such a Empyrean before, let alone a Seventh Step Supreme Exalt.
It was impossible for a Empyrean to appear out of nowhere. Of course, those who came from the previous Primordial World were exceptions.
Wait, could this person be a Supreme from the previous Primordial World?
Yes, yes, yes. This was the most likely guess.
"Greetings, Milord." The six powerhouses bowed once again.
Deadfire was very pleased with himself. He tilted his chin and looked left and right, very satisfied.
The six powerhouses were even more puzzled. Was this really a Seventh Step Supreme Exalt?
But they had personally experienced how powerful this woman was. If that wasn't a Seventh Step Supreme Exalt, then what was?
They could only watch from the side. Ling Han clearly had a close relationship with this Seventh Step Supreme Exalt. If she didn't say anything, how would they dare to deal with Ling Han?
Was he tired of living?
Speaking of which, when Ling Han unleashed his full power, Yue Furong wasn't his match. In addition, he had been injured by Deadfire's Roar. Although his injuries weren't very serious, it would still affect his battle prowess.
Under Ling Han's tide-like attacks, the effects were constantly magnified, making his disadvantage more and more obvious.
Yue Furong couldn't help but be shocked. How long had it been, and he was already no longer Ling Han's match?
If this continued, forget about avenging his son's death, even he would die under Ling Han's fists.
He hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoists, why aren't you making a move? Are you really going to let this unfilial son act so viciously?"
The six powerhouses looked at each other, then at Empyrean Final Flame. But she didn't have any intention of speaking, so who dared to make a move?
Did she think that a Seventh Step Supreme Exalt was just for show?
Ling Han's attacks became fiercer and fiercer. He had to kill Yue Furong within these two hours of explosive attacks. Otherwise, even if he used the Nine Streams Combination Talisman again, the increase in his battle prowess would drop to more than 200 times. In that case, it would be very difficult to kill Yue Furong.
After all, he was at the Sixth Step. Since ancient times, not many people could reach such a height. Which one of them wasn't a genius among geniuses, an overlord among overlords?
Yue Furong was also deeply aware of this. He defended with all his might, not hoping to achieve anything, but hoping to survive these two hours.
He took out his Empyrean Treasure, which was a silver spear. As it danced, it transformed into a white dragon that possessed great power.
Ever since he had reached the Sixth Step, he hadn't used his Empyrean Treasure, because the increase in his battle prowess was negligible. But now, he had taken it out, which showed how bad his situation was.
Even if it was just a tiny increase, it was like a life-saving straw. How desperate was this?
Ling Han let out a long howl. Old bastard, I definitely won't let you escape this time!
Weng, he took out all the planes, and in an instant, more than 300 planes that were close to high-level appeared. They illuminated the heavens, forming an indescribable pressure.
Pu!
Yue Furong's movements stiffened, and he was instantly struck by Ling Han's fist, causing him to spit out blood violently. His internal organs also spat out, all of them shattered.
"Milord, please show mercy!" Seeing that Yue Furong was really about to die, the six powerhouses finally couldn't help but speak up, begging Empyrean Final Flame for mercy.
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