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  "Oh?"

  "Cut off both hands and feet, was it that woman's order?"

  Ling Hao gave a meaningful glance at the frail young man, but did not rush to take action.

  This frail young man was obviously the weakest of the seven.

  Ling Hao's recent days in Longjiang City have been rumored to be incredibly mysterious, and it would not be an exaggeration to call him a Yuan Shen realm master.

  Now, relying on a Tianxia boundary eighth-layer sect disciple, he actually wants to capture him and cut off his hands and feet. This is simply not putting Ling Hua's reputation in his eyes.

  However, this is also the temperament of the sect's disciples, looking down on everyone!

  Ling Hao was once like this too.

  "Who cares about his orders."

  Noticing the disdain in Ling Hao's eyes, the pale young man's face immediately darkened.

  When he came, he had promised to bring Ling Hao back by patting his chest, but now it seems that the other party is not afraid of him at all.

  "Has the family elder ever met before? When asked questions by seniors, should I answer truthfully?"

  Ling Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, his palm moved, and with a force like thunder, he slapped the frail young man in the face.

  Bang!

  This slap was crisp and clear, the thin young man only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a sharp pain came from his right face, along with a burning sensation.

  "...Dare to hit me? I am Tianjian Seventh Son..."

  Bang!

  The frail young man's words had barely fallen when Ling Hao slapped him in the face again, saying: "What's with this 'Tianjian Seven Sons' or 'Tianjian Seven Daughters', I don't bother those who don't bother me. Just now you said you wanted me to cut off my own hands and feet, now I'm sending these words back to you intact."

  Two slaps later, and even before he could blink his eyes, the frail young man was completely stunned.

  Who is he, Tianjian Seventh Son, what kind of cultivation, Tiangang Eighth Layer Peak, one step away from Ninth Layer.

  What a status, can walk horizontally in Tiān Jiàn Mén, but in this small Dragon River City, was actually slapped twice by one person.

  And can't even see the other person's actions clearly.

  If it gets out, will he still have the face to return to the sect?

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  Before the frail young man could react, Ling Hao's eyes turned cold and his palm moved up and down like a phantom.

  A crisp sound came out one after another.

  Under the carriage, Nie Hu had been completely stunned.

  He was at least a second-level warrior of Tianjian, but the aura displayed by the slender young man was several times stronger than that of the master.

  But Ling Hao was like a father scolding his disobedient son.

  His face was slapped, and he felt a sense of unbearable pity.

  "Grass, Laozi will definitely cut off your hands and feet, and then slowly kill you."

  A slap landed, and the frail young man's face turned ashen, especially with the pointing and snickering of the people around him, which made his heart feel like it had been pierced by a thousand poisonous needles.

  He was so angry that he was fuming with rage.

  "Go die."

  At this time, the frail young man couldn't care about anything else, his body lightly moved and jumped over a meter high, a sweep of his leg came towards Ling Huo's face.

  He was a strong man of the eighth level of Tian Bu, and this blow was even more violent, with his inner strength already filling his left leg.

  If it hits, even if you don't die, you'll be crippled for life.

  The slender young man had enough confidence because his forte was legwork.

  Just as he was about to be knocked out by a sweep kick, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

  "What's the point of being patient?"

  At this moment, Ling Hao smiled faintly and slightly moved his hanging arm to firmly grasp the frail young man's leg.

  Still as a mountain, moving like a whirlwind.

  In terms of speed, even ten slender youths would be no match for Ling Hua.

  If we talk about strength, it is even more so.

  "This leg, I'll take it first."

  Ling Hao's mouth curled up in a sarcastic smile, and with a flick of his wrist, the young man's left leg was bent at an extremely eerie angle, his foot touching his knee.

  Moreover, the part of the youth that was grasped by Ling Huo's palm had turned to dust, and even a sacred pill could not heal it.

  Boom!

  He casually threw the young man to the ground, and Ling Hao flew up and landed just in time to step on the young man's right leg again.

  A miserable cry came again, Ling Hao patted his brow and said apologetically: "Sorry, the angle of the fall may not be very good."

  Is it possible that something is wrong?

  This Tama was originally not good, and it's intentional, yet still speaking so loftily.

  The people around had already lost their patience, especially Nie Hu, whose mouth twitched with laughter. If he didn't know about Ling Huan's reputation, he would have burst out laughing by now.

  "My legs, my legs..."

  The frail young man looked at Ling Hao with a frightened expression, his eyes filled with resentment.

  Breaking his leg is no different from taking his life.

  Gritting his teeth, the frail young man's resentment deepened with the pain in his legs: "Eldest Sister will definitely avenge me, don't be too smug."

  Since he was young, he has always bullied others and broken their legs.

  Today, unexpectedly, his legs were trampled and crushed.

  From start to finish, he didn't even see Ling Hao's movements clearly.

  This was beyond the understanding of the frail young man.

  Even now, his sword has never had a chance to leave its scabbard.

  "A cooked duck is left with only a hard beak."

  Ling Hao shook his head, took a light leap, and with one foot, he trampled the weak young man's arms, breaking them. He then waved his hand calmly and said: "Tell that senior sister or whatever, if she wants to find trouble with me, she'd better be prepared to get her face slapped."

  "Next time, Ling won't be so soft-hearted."

  The voice fell, and Mai Ba's loud roar left, leaving only the weak man's mournful cry and curse.

  Half an hour later, People's Hospital in the city center.

  The iceberg-like woman swept a glance over the frail man with a cold expression, the blood vessels on her temples pulsating constantly.

  Her voice at this time really became icy cold like an iceberg: "Now is the time to test our Tianjian Decision."

  "Wang Bo, go and invite Ling Hua. At that time, the six of us brothers will form a sword array, and we will definitely be able to easily kill him."

  The woman beside him, Wang Ritian's mouth twitched constantly, terrified.

  He thought that the disciples of Tianjianmen were invincible, but who knew they couldn't withstand a single blow, and not even touched Ling Hua's sleeve.

  "Wang Bo, you seem to be somewhat displeased?"

  Seeing Wang Riti's hesitant look, the ice mountain woman's eyebrows immediately furrowed.

  "No...not yet. I'll send out invitations right away."

  Wang Ritian's neck suddenly shrunk when he met the icy gaze of the woman, and he could only nod.

  (End of chapter)

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