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Hong Ling stood at the bow of the ship, quietly looking at the Black Flood Dragon that was no more than five feet away from him in the middle of the lake, his eyes filled with dread. Although he was not afraid of this man and this dragon, he still had to think for Su Yu and Xiao Tao beside him. If he were to clash with the youth and the Black Flood Dragon, it might affect the others.

He could sense that the Demonic Power in the Black Flood Dragon's body was enormous, like a raging river. As for that young man, he seemed to be only a year older than him. However, his cultivation had actually successfully stepped into the early stage of the Spirit Refinement realm. This was truly shocking. A Spirit Refinement cultivator who was around eighteen years old was still a hollow great cultivator. Even if it was Chu, which was filled with talents, he would definitely be one of the top Unique Aristocrat s.

"You are the Hong Ling who killed the third prince of the Beiming Peng clan, Fengya?" The youth stood atop the flood dragon's head, his eyes filled with curiosity. However, due to his curiosity, Hong Ling could still feel the killing intent that was being emitted from his body that was like a violent storm.

"That's right, I am Hong Ling! May I ask which clan you are a Demonic cultivator? To appear so arrogantly in the territory of the Great Chu, Dreamy Cloud City, could it be that you are not afraid of attracting the attention of the Human Clan? " Hong Ling laughed and said to the teenager.

"Chase him down? I think the various almighty beings in Human Clan should not be able to chase after and kill this demonic cultivator of the younger generation! " The young man casually took out a demonic token and the Demonic Power in his palm spat it out. The demonic token slowly floated into the air, and a snowstorm shrouded it. Flood Dragon Clan's spirit cultivator, Aohan greets Sir Hong Ling, greets the two ladies! "

Aohan! Hong Ling's gaze turned cold. This youth of the Flood Dragon Clan was also from the Northern Goblin Realm, a Unique Aristocrat of the Flood Dragon Clan. Although he wasn't from the royal family, he had obtained the inheritance of the ancient Flood Dragon by chance and his strength was unfathomable. The moment he entered the Profound Yellow Realm, he immediately killed the son of a duke from the Great Chu Empire. There was a rumor that the son of the Wang Hou was a great cultivator who had already stepped into the Spirit Refinement realm. However, he was easily killed by Aohan. This information was actually all told to Hong Ling by Su Yu in order to give him a general idea of the various heaven's pride level experts that had just appeared. What he did not expect was that he would actually encounter such a God of Slaughter here.

"I wonder if brother Aohan wants to attack me now or choose a different day?" Hong Ling said calmly as he looked at Aohan and the Black Jiao which was more than thirty meters long.

"If you want to choose a day, you might as well choose a day. Since you're able to meet Brother Hong Ling on this Dreamy Cloud Lake, there's naturally no need to choose a day!" Aohan smiled slightly as his pupils contracted. Boom! The Demonic Power on his body instantly exploded, blowing numerous ripples on the surface of the lake. Brother Hong Ling, why aren't you rushing over to your death?! "

"Shipowner, please take these two girls back to the shore. This is a thank-you gift!" Hong Ling casually waved his hand, and a handful of golden leaves were nailed onto the ship. With a tap of his foot, he was like a dragonfly skimming over the surface of the lake, dashing towards the center of the lake. Brother Aohan, I wonder if the Heaven's Pride of the Flood Dragon Clan is really as famous as the legends say? "

Aohan smiled, steered the Black Flood Dragon, and leisurely moved along with Hong Ling. His target this time, was the youth who killed Crown Prince Fengya. As for the others, he didn't take them seriously at all. As long as they could kill Hong Ling, they would not only be able to receive the rewards from Monarch Feng Xiao, they could also receive the secret that the youth had killed a Void Initiation Stage cultivator. Of course, Feng Xiao was not afraid of Hong Ling's trump card. From its point of view, Hong Ling at most just obtained a spontaneously recognized master sacred artifact, and he was not afraid of using such a method.

"Brother Hong, you don't have to worry about my name. As long as you die, wouldn't that be the perfect proof of my illustrious reputation!" Aohan laughed, then casually condensed a light blue ice awl and flung it towards the center of Hong Ling's back.

Hong Ling who was about to enter the water suddenly turned his head, and threw out a sharp Sword Qi, with a peng sound, it shattered the ice awl. The youth grinned and continued forward. This place was still not suitable for Aohan's Boneyard, it was only suitable for the middle of the lake.

"Brother Aohan, are you that impatient to die?" The youth then conjured a Tianhuang Lightning Fire and threw it towards the dragon and the man behind.

Sensing that the incoming flames contained an extremely powerful force, Aohan's gaze trembled as he controlled the Black Flood Dragon to lower its head, and dodged the dark golden ball of fire. Boom! The flames fell onto the water surface, instantly blowing up a wall of water that was ten zhang high. Aohan's eyes turned cold, he stared at the water wall that rose up but did not fall down, watching as it quickly turned into steam and disappeared, his eyes was filled with fear. Such a tyrannical flame was something he had never encountered before in his life. In that case, who exactly was this young man? What secrets did he have?

Although Hong Ling's strength was clearly weaker than Aohan's, he had the heaven-defying power of the Jiuzhuan Profound Technique and the Dragon Bloodline. Adding to that, his talent was peerless, causing Aohan to be unable to stop him for a moment. Logically speaking, Aohan was an expert in ice and water attacks. Above the Dreamy Cloud Swampland, he should have completely suppressed a youth who was even weaker than himself. However, a long time had passed and Hong Ling was still quickly advancing forward on the surface of Dreamy Cloud Lake. He did not show any signs of being suppressed at all.

Aohan's expression was not good. Even though his birth was not good, after obtaining the inheritance of the Primordial Flood Dragon, his strength rose sharply at a rapid pace. There was a faint trend of him being on par with the royal clan flood dragon. However, in this Dreamy Cloud Lake, he had actually encountered such a formidable and difficult Human Clan youth. Although this young man's strength was even weaker than his own, his true battle power was enough to shock even him. It used its Demonic Power to stir up a wave of water. It threw out a cold Demonic Power and instantly froze the water wall. Aohan immediately followed up with a palm strike. The ice wall was affected by its palm strike and shattered into countless ice cones, flying towards Hong Ling. He believed that with the support of his mighty Demonic Power, these shockingly destructive ice awls would definitely be able to completely kill Hong Ling.

But Hong Ling acted as if he did not care and continued to move forward. The young man threw the Sorrow Spirit in his hand and the long sword danced around him nonstop, crushing all the nearby ice cones to dust. Aohan stared at the 10 dark golden swords, his eyes filled with concentration.

"Sword Manipulation from the secret of Human Clan that is not passed down!" He shivered slightly. To be able to learn such a secret skill, all of the geniuses were peerless monstrous geniuses with top-notch talents. However, according to his knowledge, this youth's information did not originate from some large clan, but from a small Tianhuang City. Other than close proximity to Shiwan Mountain, Tianhuang City didn't have the slightest bit of advantage over resources, and it was absolutely impossible to cultivate such a strong heaven's pride level Human Clan. Where exactly did he learn Sword Manipulation? "

Hong Ling casually twisted the ice pick that was flying towards him, and at the moment, he was on the surface of the lake, not continuing any further. Right now, he and Aohan were already far from Dreamy Cloud City, so he was not worried at all that the battle between the two of them would hurt the innocent. The youth turned around and looked at Aohan who was currently standing on the Black Flood Dragon. His eyes were filled with an ice-cold intent.

"Brother Aohan, may I know if this place is suitable for you to bury your bones?"

Aohan looked at Hong Ling who was standing on the water surface, and a trace of rage flashed past his eyes. Boneyard? or even his, Aohan's, burial ground. Was this Human Clan youth crazy? Since he dared to come alone to chase and kill this youth, naturally, he would take all of Hong Ling's trump cards into consideration. Did this white-clothed youth think that he could kill him with a mere saint artifact?

"What's wrong, Brother Hong Ling, are you that confident that you can kill me if you jump ranks?" Aohan smiled slightly, "Do you think that by relying on a single Holy-ranked Artifact, you can make all of these heaven's pride experts disappear?"

"Saint artifact?" Hong Ling was startled, "Who told you I have a Holy Equipment? I don't have any saint artifacts, but if I wanted to kill Brother Aohan, I wouldn't use any saint artifacts! "

Hearing his boastful words, Aohan laughed, his eyes full of ridicule.

"Brother Hong, are you sure you don't have a sacred weapon on you? Then how did you kill a cultivator like Feng Chen who cultivated the Void Fusion Dao? One must know that even if it's just an early stage Void Initiation Stage cultivator, they are still not weak compared to the mid stage Void Initiation Stage cultivators! And you, what right do you have to kill such a Demonic cultivator? Could it be that the trump card you are relying on is a one-time use? After it's used, it's gone? "

Hong Ling shook his head. He did not want to waste anymore time talking to Aohan, for him, getting rid of this Goblin King was the most important thing.

"Brother Aohan, if you want to try and see if I don't have a Holy-ranked Artifact, then you will know!" He paused before continuing, "Of course, if you were to accidentally lose your soul, then I'm sorry!"

"Arrogant!" You being able to kill that trash Fengya is just luck, I want to see if you can kill me! " The demonic aura around Aohan surged, and even the Black Jiao below him started to roar. The two tyrannical waves of demonic energy interweaved, slowly forming a huge whirlpool in the Dreamy Cloud Lake. The gigantic Black Jiao stood up in front of the whirlpool sea, Aohan holding his spear stood on its head. Around them, countless streams of cold air condensed the water vapor in the air into snowflakes, constantly falling down, making them look extremely gorgeous.

Hong Ling's foot tapped on the air, and his entire body soared into the sky, bringing along ten gigantic swords that burned with dark golden lightning flames, charging into the clouds, and then falling backwards. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and ruthlessly pushed downwards. Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh. Ten swords whistled, dragging a long tail of flames as they passed his body, and fell towards Aohan and the Flood Dragon below.

Aohan stirred the spear in his hand on the water surface, causing a huge pillar of water to be pulled towards him. When he pointed his spear to the sky, the pillar of water quickly shot up into the sky, attacking the ten burning Sorrow Spirit s that were falling from the clouds. Just as the water pillar was about to collide with the sword, the cold Demonic Power spat out the long spear in Aohan's hands and instantly, the entire water pillar froze into ice, smashing into Hong Ling's sword with incomparable force.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The ice shards that filled the sky fell from the sky, carrying with them plumes of dark golden lightning fire. Hong Ling's figure slowly landed on the surface of the lake. The ten Sorrow Spirit's bodies were shattered by the impact just now, and now, they reassembled back into their original form, which landed in the young man's hands. He raised his sword and pointed it at Aohan.

This was the first time the two of them had clashed, and it was actually equal. Aohan's heart was shaken. He never thought that there would actually be a Unique Aristocrat with such peak strength that could challenge him without being at a disadvantage!