Ning Ziyuan and Su Xuanji looked at Qin Hao, their expressions sowhat grim. This was a second-level Supre Realm expert, and they feared they wouldn’t be able to withstand him.
Having co from the Ten Thousand Demon Sacred Mountain, the four of them surely had life-saving aces up their sleeves, so escaping wouldn’t be difficult, but killing a second-level Supre seed almost impossible.
Qin Hao also had a chance to escape. However, if he fled, the people of the Ancient Giant Clan would likely be captured by the Heavenly chanism Pavilion and then perish.
Just as he was about to take action, a woman’s cold and indifferent voice ca from behind: "Heavenly chanism Pavilion? Such great prestige."
Everyone turned to look and saw Bai Lingjia leading a group of experts from Xingyue Palace over.
Seeing Bai Lingjia again, Qin Hao felt that she had changed significantly, a transformation from the inside out, yet he couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly had changed.
Bai Lingjia glanced at Qin Hao and then turned her head calmly to the second-level Supre of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion: "He, my Xingyue Palace will protect."
The surrounding people were stunned upon hearing this. Xingyue Palace was actually going to protect these people. Was he one of the Xingyue Palace mbers?
No one had ever heard of such a person in Xingyue Palace. Even if he wasn’t from Xingyue Palace, it looked like he knew Bai Lingjia from Xingyue Palace.
The second-level Supre from the Heavenly chanism Pavilion sneered at Bai Lingjia’s words: "The ones my Heavenly chanism Pavilion wants to kill, no one has been able to protect."
Bai Lingjia didn’t waste words with him. An old man behind her stepped out and charged directly at the second-level Supre.
"Bang! Bang!"
The two sides began to fight, with the Xingyue Palace expert being a third-level Supre, trendously powerful, completely overwhelming the second-level Supre from the Heavenly chanism Pavilion.
Within less than three minutes, the expert from the Heavenly chanism Pavilion was injured by the Xingyue Palace’s expert, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
At this mont, in the air, the black dragon’s claw grabbed soone, crushing them in its hand.
It looked at the remaining four people, its blood-red eyes like lanterns, cold and ruthless. "Kill them all, master will reward with three drops of True Dragon’s blood next ti."
Currently, it was also slightly injured, but thinking of the True Dragon’s blood reinvigorated it, making it even more ferocious than before.
The combat power of the black dragon burst out completely, shattering the void, creating a dark space rift.
Everyone was captivated by the fight in the air. The second-level Supre of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion was injured and wouldn’t make a move. Even if uninjured, he wouldn’t act with the expert from Xingyue Palace nearby.
In the air, the divine skills were resplendent, radiating colorful light, with the four first-level Supres and the black dragon in a heated battle.
However, the black dragon’s combat power was terrifying, not showing any weakness even when injured.
"Bang!"
The black dragon seized an opportunity, its tail like a whip striking soone’s chest, causing them to vomit blood and fly backward, severely injured as they fell to the ground.
The other three first-level Supres turned pale, attempting to escape, but the black dragon’s speed was faster than theirs. Spatial relocation had a delay of a few milliseconds, seemingly short, but the black dragon could kill them in that brief mont.
In high-level battles, a few milliseconds were enough. While instant spatial movent could handle weaker foes, it wasn’t very effective among peers, though useful for traveling.
In roughly two quarters of an hour, the black dragon killed all five first-level Supres from the Heavenly chanism Pavilion. Its combat power in the sa realm was invincible.
The onlookers were equally shocked. It seed almost as if it possessed the prowess of a True Dragon. This black dragon truly was terrifying.
It was actually soone’s mount. How the heck was it subdued?
The black dragon returned to Qin Hao’s side excitedly: "Master, I didn’t fail you."
Qin Hao waved his hand and stored it inside his system space. The dragon was significantly injured and needed proper treatnt.
The second-level Supre from the Heavenly chanism Pavilion glanced at Qin Hao and Bai Lingjia and then left with others. If they continued fighting, they’d face death.
Xingyue Palace didn’t stop them, as this was Ancient God City, not a place for duels.
Moreover, it wasn’t possible that there was only one second-level Supre from the Heavenly chanism Pavilion in Ancient God City.
Bai Lingjia looked at Qin Hao, her tone indifferent: "Mr. Qin, we are now even. Ling Jia no longer owes you."
Qin Hao looked at her, nodding calmly.
Bai Lingjia said nothing more, leaving with the people from Xingyue Palace.
Once the Xingyue Palace people left, Qin Hao also exited the square with his people. They found an inn nearby and secured several palace courtyards, enough to accommodate the hundreds from the Yu Ming Tribe.
Qin Hao said to Shuiyang: "Clan Leader Shuiyang, if you have nothing to attend to, please stay inside the inn and rest peacefully."
Shuiyang nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Qin, for your great kindness."
"Clan Leader Shuiyang, you must be wondering why I’m helping you?" Qin Hao sat down and said to Shuiyang.
Shuiyang nodded slightly: "What Mr. Qin said is correct. Not only I, but my tribesn are also puzzled. But we know that Mr. Qin isn’t like those others; you wouldn’t save us only to harm us later."
Qin Hao smiled faintly: "I do have my own reasons for saving you. Clan Leader Shuiyang, would you like to hear them?"
Shuiyang: "Please speak freely, Mr. Qin. Without you, the Yu Ming Tribe would no longer exist."
Qin Hao: "I rescued you for my purposes. I have essence blood of the Ancient Witch Clan, which can restore your power to that of the Ancient Witch Clan. But I have many enemies; I hope you can serve in the future."
Hearing his words, Shuiyang’s eyes widened, an incredulous expression on his face, his body trembling slightly: "Mr. Qin, you said you have witch clan essence blood? Can it restore our ancient glory?"
Qin Hao: "Yes, I have witch clan essence blood, not just one drop. It can fully develop your Bloodline Power into a true Ancient Witch Clan, but I don’t have much, so it cannot be wasted."
"Naturally, it cannot be wasted. Regardless of whether Mr. Qin’s words are true, my Yu Ming Tribe is willing to serve Mr. Qin, as long as you allow us a place to live." Shuiyang’s tone was earnest and respectful.
Qin Hao: "I always keep my word, Clan Leader Shuiyang. This matter must be kept confidential, handled by you alone."
"Rest assured, Mr. Qin, I promise not to tell anyone," Shuiyang vowed solemnly.
Qin Hao: "Clan Leader Shuiyang, you should rest well. I will take my leave now. If sothing arises, you can reach via voice transmission jade."
After speaking, he left the palace and went to another palace not far away, where Ning Ziyuan, Su Xuanji, Ding Jinyang, and Cang Tai were.
"Mr. Qin, have you finished handling matters? Let’s go out and have so fun. I hear Ancient God City has many entertaining places," Su Xuanji said with a bright smile upon seeing his return.
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