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Young Master Hai was actually terrified. This young man's palm technique was imposing and imposing, like an immortal god descending to the mortal world. He looked at Bai Ruoyun with bloodshot eyes.

"Main Body, come out!"

The head, body, and scales of the snake shone with a blood-red light.

"Monster!"

"Run! This is not something that can be resisted!"

The servants of the Bai Clan had already lost their minds. When they saw the appearance of the Devil Snake, they fled in all directions in panic.

Zhao Yuxuan watched as Ling Hao blocked it all by himself, then used the metal fan and flew towards the snake body.

"Ding Ding!"

The sound of the iron fan hitting the snake could be heard. When it came back, the leaves were already twisted. The snake's body was too tough to break through the defense.

Zhao Yuxuan was dumbstruck.

White City Lord who had been beaten dispirited by the palm strike muttered: "You guys have no blood energy to fight back at all, it's all over now. After fighting for so many years, you finally turned into shadows."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Yuxuan glared at him.

Looking at the ferocious snake head and opening its bloody mouth, the smell of blood assaulted their nostrils. Everyone felt despair.

Ling Hao flew forward and gathered the palm prints that filled the sky again, but this time, the golden light emitted by the palm prints was even more intense.

The hand seal covered the sky and the sun. Thunder and lightning rumbled as they struck the body of the snake.

The blood snake hissed and twitched in the air. Then, its body flashed with lightning and exploded in the air.

A smell of flesh and blood wafted through the air, like the smell of burnt meat.

"How is this possible?" White City Lord trembled as he looked at white-clothed youth.

He only treated him as a Second Sky warrior when he first met him. It was only after he defeated him with one palm strike that he realized that this was not a Second Sky warrior at all, and now, even an expert of the Seventh Sky of the True Yang had died by his hands!

What kind of monster was this?

He regretted what he had done twelve years ago.

This kind of invincible talent was the first choice for her husband in the future. He was too strong, and the Sevenfold Heavenly Blood Serpent had cultivated for god knows how many years, yet it actually died to the young man. If this news were to spread to goblin, even the God Division would have to personally recruit him.

The God Division was the master of the goblin.

White City Lord forced himself to stand up, and instructed the servants: "Clean the courtyard." Immediately after, with a smile on his face and a pleased look, he looked at Ling Hao, but just as he was about to speak, Ling Hao turned and walked over.

The smiling face stiffened on his face, but immediately continued to smile.

"Good, as expected of a young hero!" This nephew's cultivation level was too terrifying, and he himself was also a True Yang cultivation level. If he were to fight the blood snake, he would definitely not be its match, and would probably be killed the moment he appeared.

Ling Hao nodded.

He walked towards Bai Ruoyun.

"Mother, for the past twelve years, I have been unable to control you." Ling Hao spoke with bitterness.

Bai Ruoyun hugged him as tears rolled down her cheeks once more.

"My Hao'er is so powerful now. As your mother, I am truly happy and proud."

"After we settle the matter with the Bai Clan, we will return to the Psionic Flame Clan and give father a surprise." Ling Hao said with a smile, and then, he struggled out of his embrace, coldly sweeping his eyes over everyone from the Bai Clan.

"Hao'er, what are you planning to do?" Bai Ruoyun felt that Ling Hao's gentle aura had instantly turned cold and harsh.

Ling Hao walked towards White City Lord and smiled at him.

"White City Lord, are you worthy to be my mother's father?"

White City Lord realised that his entire body was locked on by Qi, if he was careless, just this killing intent alone could shatter him.

Cold sweat poured out of him.

"Hao'er, I ?"

"Shut up, are you qualified to call me by my name?"

Ling Hao suddenly asked: "Who is stronger between me and the blood snake?" He pointed at the ground full of minced meat.

White City Lord wiped his sweat and said while trembling: "Of course it's you who is strong."

"The blood snake kidnapped my mother and promised not to destroy your Bai Clan."

"Then you agreed. In the end, you still agreed." From the beginning till the end, he had kept giving this old man a chance. Even if he wanted to resist, Ling Hao would not be so angry.

White City Lord sensed the killing intent and immediately shouted to Bai Ruoyun.

"Ruoyun, I'm your father!"

Ling Hao walked over, kicked him down, and rubbed his chest with the sole of his foot.

No one in the Bai Clan dared to make a sound. They even dared to kill the blood snake. What couldn't this young man do?