"Boom!"
Another punch.
Lin Hao was once again sent retreating.
This ti, he fell back ten steps.
He charged again.
The third punch.
The fourth punch!
The fifth punch!
To the shock of the onlookers, Lin Hao seed not to fear pain or death. His hands were reduced to skeletal whiteness, but his expression remained unchanged, as calm and indifferent as ever.
His eyes were profoundly deep, never revealing his thoughts.
Nangong Wan’er could hardly bear to watch, her eyes brimming with worry.
"Boom!"
The sixth punch was thrown.
This ti, Lin Hao only retreated three steps.
Song Manjiang’s aged eyes were full of astonishnt and horror.
Lin Hao’s performance was so astounding that it filled him with fear.
This man, he must not be allowed to live!
Song Manjiang made another move, this ti he didn’t wait for Lin Hao to strike. After repelling Lin Hao, he pressed forward, relentlessly attacking with punches and kicks, like raindrops.
Lin Hao was covered in wounds.
He had endured countless punches, and with each impact of Song Manjiang’s fist, one could clearly hear the sound of bones shattering.
But what made one’s skin crawl was that Lin Hao still maintained a lack of expression, his face eternally devoid of emotion!
He was like a robot, feeling no pain, no sentints, eternally cold.
"This can’t go on, he’ll die..."
"Yes, he may be strong, but he’s no match for Song Manjiang."
Apart from the Nangongs, the three other Cultivators sighed. Even a strong man like Lin Hao would die at the hands of the Song Family; Jiangbei truly belonged to the Songs.
"Young man, is there a point in struggling like this?" Song Manjiang’s attacks were fierce, his fists creating specters, swift and powerful, with the roar of a dragon.
He was determined to kill Lin Hao!
By no ans could he let Lin Hao live past today.
"It’s interesting, very interesting," Lin Hao said, lips curling into a smile as he kept counterattacking.
Again and again he was beaten back, and once more he t the attacks head-on.
Half an hour!
Lin Hao held on for a full half-hour!
And at that mont, people noticed that Lin Hao seed faster and stronger than half an hour ago!
In half an hour, his strength had visibly grown!
"He... he’s using Song Manjiang for Body Refinent!" Nangong Lin was the first to grasp Lin Hao’s strategy,
"Crazy, this madman, doesn’t he know how dangerous this is? He could lose his life."
Nangong Lin roared inside.
He couldn’t understand Lin Hao’s actions; such Body Refinent was tantamount to madly probing the edge of Hell...
This thod was insanely reckless!
The others also recognized Lin Hao’s intentions, all shocked beyond belief.
Song Manjiang fought with sweat beading.
This couldn’t continue.
If it did, Lin Hao might not die, but he himself would collapse.
Finally, he threw one last punch.
He found himself fiercely retreating.
"Lin Hao, I admit, you’re strong, you’ve ti and again surpassed my expectations," Song Manjiang finally started to take Lin Hao seriously at this mont.
"You turned out to be unexpectedly weak," Lin Hao stood upright, though his body had sustained many injuries, none were truly fatal.
Song Manjiang seed not to have heard Lin Hao’s words, instead asking, "Can you tell what the Song Family did to offend you?"
He was eager to know the answer, not wanting to investigate further.
He was very curious about how the Song Family had blindly provoked a calamity like Lin Hao.
"It’s a long story, but in short..." Lin Hao said, "I’m here to kill you."
"Kill ?"
Song Manjiang laughed, "Do you think you can do it with your strength?"
Song Manjiang’s patience had run out; he didn’t want to waste any more ti.
Next mont, with a slight cut, blood flowed from his fingertip.
Then, using his finger as a pen, he began to write sothing on the palm of his hand.
As his fingers moved, the surrounding Primordial Qi, like dancing stars, began to converge towards him.
In an instant, a three-dinsional, mysterious symbol appeared in the void of his palm as if it were a projection.
With the appearance of this symbol, the space around him beca scorching hot.
Suddenly,
He raised his palm and pressed it down towards Lin Hao.
"The Song Family actually uses a Curse Seal?" Lin Hao was surprised, but this surprise was only fleeting.
Curse Seal.
In cultivation, it is a thod that takes a different path.
This thod can, in the short term, stimulate the potential of the human body.
But, this is tantamount to spoiling things by excess haste, and many people do not advocate it.
At least, the Curse Seals in the Mortal World are not perfect.
No wonder Song Manjiang would use it as his trump card.
"What a pity, I can no longer continue with Body Refinent..."
Lin Hao sighed slightly, and in an instant, Song Manjiang’s overall strength surged by several levels; if Lin Hao continued with Body Refinent, he was afraid he really would fall here.
Song Manjiang suddenly closed the gap between them.
Lin Hao was not at all flustered.
Quietly,
His palm flipped, and the Ru Yuan Sword appeared.
In the next mont, a burst of brilliant light exploded forth, and the entire hall was lit up dazzlingly.
That instant, everyone subconsciously closed their eyes.
When they opened them again.
They saw in the hall, Song Manjiang’s palm, stopped less than a centiter away from striking Lin Hao’s crown chakra, just about to co crashing down.
But, this one centiter distance was ultimately unreachable.
Because, his chest had been pierced by a sword, the Three-foot Green Blade had passed through his body.
The other end of the sword was held in Lin Hao’s hand.
"Phut!"
Lin Hao pulled out the sword.
Song Manjiang’s body softened, dropping to one knee, kneeling before Lin Hao.
Lin Hao’s thrust was extrely crafty.
It did not directly take his life.
It was just a hair’s breadth away.
Kneeling on the ground, Song Manjiang’s eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
Spirit Sword!
This was a Spirit Sword!
With a Spirit Sword, Lin Hao had taken two-thirds of his life!
"Don’t you want to know why the Song Family has offended ? Do you understand now why I don’t kill you?" Lin Hao looked down at him, his gaze indifferent.
Song Manjiang wanted to speak, but his mouth was full of blood, unable to utter a single word.
Lin Hao pointed his sword at his head:
"One, because Cold Blade is in my hands."
"Two, because soone could still save your life."
Two sentences.
Rendered Song Manjiang, Song Yidao, and the people of the Song Family completely stunned.
Cold Blade was in this young man’s hands?
How could it be?
Suddenly,
Song Manjiang suddenly rembered that several days ago, the person who had delivered Song Decai’s corpse back to the Song Family told him.
The killer of Song Decai was a young man.
A young man from Binhai.
At that ti, he didn’t take it to heart.
A young man?
It’s not just a young man; even an older person could hardly kill Song Decai.
He had not taken it seriously, thinking it was a ruse clouded by the Lan Family.
At this mont, he finally knew the truth.
The one who killed Song Decai.
Was the person before him!
At the first sentence, Song Manjiang was horrified, and the second sentence left him sowhat confused.
As he wondered, Lin Hao suddenly said:
"If you’re planning to hide to the very end, then I’ll kill him now, you should know that I won’t go easy."
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