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The Moro was located in the mountains to the west of the Gu Yue Empire.

Within the grand and majestic grand hall, two gray-clothed old men were kneeling on the ground. Beside them was a pale-faced, hollowed-out youth.

He was Zhou Cheng.

A middle-aged man sat in front of them. He was currently reading a book, as if he hadn't noticed these people.

For some unknown reason, he suddenly threw the book on the table, scaring the maid beside him into trembling.

"My clan's Zhou Cheng has been nurtured by the clan for many years. With such good aptitude, and he's even at the fourth stage of the True Yang, Law Enforcing Elders, please tell this sovereign what happened." The middle-aged man was clearly suppressing his anger.

"Reporting to Hall Master, that Psionic Flame Clan has gone too far, he simply doesn't respect his elders. He crippled Cheng'er just like that, we can't stop him at all." The old man sighed helplessly.

"Psionic Flame Clan, I will never let you off!"

At this time, a shout came from outside the door.

This person walked in boldly. Looking at his son whose cultivation level had been crippled, his heart felt as if a knife was being twisted inside it.

He was the son of the Moro's Patriarch, and Zhou Cheng was the grandson of the Patriarch.

Zhou Yuanning cried bitterly while holding his son, but Zhou Cheng's eyes were still empty. He knew that he was a cripple and would never be able to rise again in the future.

"Cheng'er, don't worry. Father will make your grandfather slaughter the entire Psionic Flame Clan to avenge you!"

Zhou Yuanlin held his son and said word by word.

"..."

After Ling Hao bid farewell to his many good friends, he activated the Soaring Sword and rushed toward the Young County City which was about six hundred kilometers away.

The flying sword's speed was quite fast. He did not ride his sword high into the sky, but flew at a low altitude. The trees in the forest under his feet were clearly visible.

Ling Hao heard the jingling sound in her ears. She looked over and saw two people fighting in the forest in front of her, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with a slim body, she was obviously wearing the uniform of an official, but right now a Daoist wearing a robe was pointing a sword at her neck.

Ling Hao kept his flying sword and stood behind the tree to watch.

"Even if you don't know any martial arts, you still have to throw your life away!" The Daoist man said in a cold voice, his eyes full of malice.

There was no fear in the Black's woman's eyes. Instead, there was only killing intent as she said, "I, Zhao Yuxuan, am a citizen of the capital's goblin. Even if I were to die here today, I will kill you!"

Zhao Yuxuan retreated quickly like a swallow flying in the sky, and took advantage of the Daoist being in a daze to escape from the tiger's mouth.

"Daoist Ku Yue, countless children have been lost in the capital and taken away by you. You thief, return their lives! "

A dazzling silver iron fan appeared in Zhao Yuxuan's hand out of thin air. In a split-second, a few flying daggers flew out from within the dazzling cold light.

"Silver Moon Fan." "You are only at the Second Sky of True Yang, how can you withstand this humble Taoist?"

With a palm strike, he pushed back Zhao Yuxuan and smiled as he charged towards her.

Zhao Yuxuan looked at the forest helplessly, thinking, "Daoist Ku Yue is actually in the Fifth Sky, does the heavens want me to die?" When she thought of this, she could not help but feel a sense of desolation. She was originally a goddess in the capital, a captive that was different from ordinary constables. What she was capturing were cultivators.

The goblin was the imperial power of the capital.

"Oh? You actually have a companion. " Daoist Ku Yue stopped in his tracks, looked at the big tree behind him, and laughed: "Zhao Yuxuan, how would you feel if you watched your comrade die, then die?"

Zhao Yuxuan was startled, her beautiful big eyes revealed her confusion. Was he the only one who came out to capture them?

Seeing her puzzled expression, Daoist Ku Yue smiled coldly. He then struck out with his palm towards the tree.

"Come out! I presume you won't watch her die either. "

Ling Hao shook his head helplessly, this was a misunderstanding.

"I don't know him." Zhao Yuxuan looked at white-clothed youth, and saw that there was not a trace of energy on his body, she thought that he was just a normal person, but thinking of how he had to drag an innocent person into the water before he died, she felt a little uncomfortable, so she said: "I really do not know this person, you can kill me, and let him go."