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"Arrogant!" Seeing Lin Han's actions, a trace of anger flashed across Wu Dong's face. He exerted a little force with his legs, and his body shot towards Lin Han like an arrow released from a bow.

The black light in Wu Dong's hands converged into a claw that was attached to the surface of Wu Dong's body.

With a wave of his right hand, the "Dark Nether Claw" flew towards Lin Han with the force of ten thousand men, as Wu Dong's arm was pierced by the ear-piercing sound of the wind.

Lin Han lightly waved his right hand, and a golden yellow armour instantly wrapped around his right hand.

"Barbarian Elephant Armor!" Lin Han slightly raised his right hand to block the attack, and the sound of a knife cutting through glass rang out, giving off an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

Lin Han's right arm slightly lowered as he looked at the proud Wu Dong in front of him. With a turn of his hand, he sent a punch towards Wu Dong's chest.

"Peng!" The sound of a stone being hit could be heard. Lin Han saw Wu Dong's taunting face and quickly backed away to put some distance between them.

Seeing the retreating Lin Han, Wu Dong did not pursue him and instead looked at Lin Han with a playful expression.

"So this is your true strength? Just based on this? " The corner of Wu Dong's mouth twitched as his body grew blurry for a moment. In the next instant, he appeared in front of Lin Han.

"So fast!" Lin Han only had enough time to clasp his arms in front of his chest. The Barbarian Elephant Armor floated in front of him as he forcefully received the attack.

As his fist landed on the Barbarian Elephant Armor, the mech trembled as if it could shatter at any moment. Lin Han's expression changed slightly as he did not expect Wu Dong's attack to be so powerful.

After receiving this blow, Lin Han quickly retreated, leaving behind a few deep footprints on the ground before he could dissipate the force.

Upon seeing this, Wu Dong immediately took advantage of the victory to give chase. The Ghostly Claw on his arm shone with a faint light as he moved, forming a whirlwind around Wu Dong. The whirlwind then blew towards Lin Han.

Lin Han sensed the whirlwind, and was slowly approaching. After a slight pause, a wound appeared on Lin Han's right arm, as if a blade had cut through it.

Lin Han was slightly taken aback, but he quickly retreated. Just as he retreated, the clothes in front of him were lacerated.

Looking at the gap in front of him, Lin Han was slightly relieved. Luckily he managed to retreat in time, otherwise he would have been torn into pieces.

For a moment, the two of them halted their movements. However, the Spiritual Energies they were circulating indicated that they were both preparing a killing move.

"..."

Three Kingdoms. The Crimson Fire Continent, an extremely weak nation, only had a population of a few million people.

The three kingdoms, the capital, and the palace hall.

A man in black appeared in front of the king of the three kingdoms. In his hand was the head of the war god of the three kingdoms, Su Jin.

At this moment, the king of the three kingdoms was kneeling on the ground with a terrified expression. His eyes were filled with fear and despair.

The black-clothed man was slightly interested as he observed the expression on the king's face. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The man in black wrinkled his nose and a puddle of water appeared on the ground. The man in black was furious, and a light flashed in his eyes.

The king was slightly surprised, but the light in his eyes slowly faded, and eventually, his eyes grew more and more empty.

Looking at the "masterpiece" in front of him, the man in black nodded his head in satisfaction and then disappeared.

After the man in black left, the king slowly walked into his palace.

At the same time, in Scarlet Peak Country, in Heaven's Gift Nation, in Towering Wind Nation … Many extremely weak countries have black clothed people around at the same time.

After the black-clothed men left, a letter of credence was sent out from these palaces, quickly spreading to the surrounding countries.

A storm was about to come, who knew who could sail in this storm?

"..."

Lin Han's palm congealed slightly, and condensed spirit energy gushed out. "Barbarian Elephant Transverse!" Lin Han released the spirit energy from his body, and he dashed towards Wu Dong.

At this moment, Lin Han seemed to have transformed into a Barbarian Elephant, each of his steps extremely heavy. The ground beneath his feet slightly trembled, and a footprint of a collapsed foot could be seen.

An extremely violent aura surged out from Lin Han's body, pressing down on Wu Dong.

A tinge of cruelty appeared in Wu Dong's eyes as the Underworld Claw on his arm flickered with a dark glow. He flung out his right hand and the Underworld Claw stabbed towards Lin Han like a sharp black sword.

The Barbarian Elephant Armor in front of Lin Han suddenly appeared and blocked the attack in front of him. Lin Han did not slow down in the slightest as he dashed towards Wu Dong.

"Pa!" A collision sound was heard. Lin Han's body slightly trembled, and the Barbarian Elephant Armor in front of him trembled in midair.

Lin Han's hind legs slightly stomped on the ground and he continued to charge towards Wu Dong.

In just one or two breaths, Lin Han had already arrived in front of Wu Dong. His right shoulder shook and his entire body crashed into Wu Dong.

The black light on Wu Dong's body distorted before shrinking and disappearing into the air like a balloon.

"Peng!" The sound of a muscle clashing rang out in the duo's ears. Lin Han furrowed his brows, it was clear that his attack did not achieve the desired result.

Wu Dong retreated a few steps back as he looked at Lin Han, who was standing in front of him, with an angry expression on his face.

The black light in his hand converged as he punched Lin Han in the chest.

The Barbarian Elephant Armor in front of Lin Han shattered after a short while.

"Not good!" Lin Han was taken aback, but just as he was about to step back, a punch was already in front of his chest.

"Crack!" The sound of a bone breaking rang out. Lin Han furrowed his brows, beads of perspiration rolled down his clothes as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Lin Han's expression, Wu Dong felt a sense of elation. He chuckled and seized the opportunity to punch Lin Han a few times.

Lin Han raised both his arms and punched his body a few times. The excruciating pain rushed to his head and he vomited another mouthful of blood.

Lin Han's eyes turned red, his vision also turned red as he watched Wu Dong's figure getting more and more dazed, as if he could fall to the ground at any moment.

"Ha ha!" Wu Dong grabbed Lin Han's hair and lifted it up with a mocking smile.

"Lin Han." Aren't you very arrogant? "How did you become a dead dog now, and come hit me again!" Wu Dong's eyes were filled with disdain and mockery.

Wu Dong's right hand loosened and Lin Han landed on the ground. His right hand flashed and a long sword made of black light appeared in Wu Dong's hand.

"Since that's the case, I'll send you back to the West first. After that, I'll send your father and mother away. I'll kill everyone who is related to you one by one." At this point, Wu Dong waved his long sword at Lin Han's neck, leaving behind a beautiful trail of afterimages as he slashed at Lin Han's neck.

At this moment, Wu Dong's eyes were full of pleasure as he stared at the sword that seemed like it would decapitate Lin Han in the next moment. He even seemed to be looking at the sight of Lin Han's blood shooting in all directions.

Just as the sword was about to strike Lin Han's neck, a hand grabbed it.

Lin Han, who had been lowering his head all this time, suddenly lifted his forehead. At this moment, Lin Han's eyes were bloodshot, as though he had transformed into a devil.

His right hand gripped the sword tightly. Blood spurted out of the sword and dripped onto the ground. Traces of flesh and blood were being exposed to the wind and rain. At this moment, Lin Han was completely oblivious to what was happening as he glared at Wu Dong.

Looking into Lin Han's eyes, Wu Dong's pupils shrank subconsciously, as if there was some kind of danger. Just as he was about to retract the sword in his hand, Lin Han gripped the short sword tightly.

Wu Dong loosened his right hand and retreated, but just as he got up, as if he was being attacked by a sledgehammer, his entire body flew backwards, and he saw Lin Han's shoulder appear in his field of vision.

"No!" Wu Dong subconsciously shouted as he stared at Lin Han in fear.

"Too late!" Lin Han's cold, emotionless voice entered Wu Dong's ears, causing his body to tremble slightly. Under his gaze, an elbow landed on his chest.

Instantly, all his internal organs were shattered. Two drops of blood trickled out from the corner of Wu Dong's mouth. His eyes lost focus as he lay motionless on the ground.

"Pa!" The sword in Lin Han's right hand shattered into pieces, transforming into a stream of spiritual energy that disappeared into the air.

Lin Han immediately retrieved a few pills from his storage ring and threw them into his mouth. He then sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating his battle technique to catalyze the elixir.