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The cultivator who had threatened Honglin saw a sword beam flying towards him and was enraged. He warned Hong Ling with his identity as a grand cultivator that only a grand achievement Qi Condensation cultivator would obediently hand over the sword. However, this arrogant brat actually dared to reject his suggestion, and even wanted to attack him. Under the gaze of everyone, he was actually completely ignored by a junior. To a great cultivator like him, this was simply a humiliation.

"Brat, you dare to attack!" The cultivator let out a roar and viciously slapped Wang Lin. His palm that was filled with anger, had already used all of his strength, the palm print that broke through the air was extremely terrifying, as it swept towards Hong Ling's sword qi.

Bang! The sword intent in the air was sent flying. The huge palm print was actually split open by the sword qi and directly shattered. Hong Ling's sword qi did not stop there and swept towards the middle aged cultivator. After a Sorrow Spirit was promoted, the power contained within them would be incomparably terrifying. Even if Hong Ling was slightly lower in realm and was unable to completely activate this power, it was still enough to completely shatter the attack of a Void Refiner.

The cultivator looked at the sword energy before him and his eyes flashed with anger. He let out a loud shout and crossed his palms in front of his chest. Two violent palm prints struck towards Hong Ling's Sword Qi. Bang! In an instant, the tyrannical sword Qi finally shattered. However, the middle-aged cultivator was also injured by the air currents from the clash, and instantly spat out blood as he retreated. He actually managed to shatter a few tiles on the roof. He was shocked and furious, he never thought that Hong Ling would actually be this strong. Merely relying on a Celestial Rank Magic Equipment, he was able to easily suppress himself, who was an entire realm higher than him.

"If there's a next time, I'll take your dog life!" Hong Ling said coldly, his clothes fluttering in the wind from his aura. His gaze turned towards the remaining great cultivators that were still in the middle of refining spirit as a cold light flashed in his eyes. With a cold tone, he said, "I don't know, who else wants to tell me who is the virtuous one in the treasured sword? I'm willing to discuss with him who is the virtuous one!"

His words were a blatant threat, but no one dared to act rashly. Although a Celestial Rank Magic Equipment was attractive enough, when the sword's owner, with his own strength, intimidated cultivators of the same cultivation level as him, everyone calmed down instead. Although treasures were good, they still had to be taken with a life. Who would dare to easily gamble their life away?

"Junior, you're going too far!" Senior has taught you a lesson, it's fine if you don't listen to my teachings, but you actually took the initiative to attack me! " "A few middle-aged cultivators slowly stood up and released their Qi. They were obviously working together to suppress Hong Ling." Whatever, in order to get rid of your vicious aura, we can only work together to suppress you. Hand over that magic tool. With this magic tool in your hand, you'll only be unable to recognize yourself and your disciple will be killed. Leave it in our custody, and do not let its bright pearls be covered in dust. When the hostility in your body has disappeared, we will naturally pass it on to you without worry! "

Hong Ling looked at the few Refinement Realm and Void Cultivators in front of him with cold righteousness, his eyes filled with disdain. With a thought, the Sorrow Spirit was split into ten swords that floated beside him and released a dense sword aura.

"Hmph, how ignorant, you really want to be a whore and erect a memorial archway. If you want to steal the sword in my hand, you actually have to lecture me. "Everyone, do you really think that I am a three year old child? If I say such righteous words, I'm afraid my skin will have to be thick enough to speak them!" "Hmph!" The young man harrumphed coldly. His eyes were filled with killing intent. I am standing right here right now. If anyone wants my sword, they can stand out and speak for themselves. If you can take it away, then consider it your ability. However, have all of you prepared yourself to die? "

Silence. The world was deathly silent. No one would've thought that this youth would be so arrogant. Did he not know that by saying this, he had completely offended all of the Spirit Refinement cultivators here, leaving them no room for maneuver!

"Hmph, you are indeed young and vigorous, acting without care for the consequences. Many people had been so arrogant when they were young, but they were slapped in the face by reality later on! Young man, do you know the consequences of what you said just now! " A middle-aged cultivator took a step forward and a tyrannical wave of energy rushed into the sky. The few cultivators behind him also walked out, the energy around their bodies surged like raging waves hitting the shore.

"Consequences?" Hong Ling raised his eyebrows, snapped his fingers, and then, a terrifying dark-gold Tianhuang Lightning Fire suddenly ignited above the ten Sorrow Spirit s around him. His pupils contracted, and the ten burning longswords instantly formed a powerful storm, wantonly releasing overflowing sword intent behind him. I want to see if the so-called consequences can make me see clearly the bullshit reality of your mouths! "

With a casual wave of his hand, the ten longswords whizzed out like streaks of light, sweeping towards the few great cultivators. The incomparably tyrannical sword energy was like a burning storm, causing the space itself to become distorted. The divine intents of the cultivators were completely minced the moment they released the power to spy on the tempest.

"Not good, this brat, actually has such a terrifying Sword Manipulation!" One of the cultivators said in fear, "Quick, we will use the Authentic Qi to support a barrier. We can talk after we withstand the first round of attacks. This sword is a Celestial Rank Magic Equipment, its attack power is so strong that it is impossible for you and I to stop it by ourselves! "

When the others heard this, they froze. The person who had spoken was definitely the strongest existence amongst them. If even he paled from fear, then this round of attacks by the young man in white could be said to be the pinnacle of power. Without any hesitation, powerful Authentic Qi s instantly gushed out from their bodies and intertwined together, forming a colourful huge barrier that protected them inside. However, was this useful?

Boom! The ten swords simultaneously landed on the enormous barrier, causing it to shake violently. Puff, the bodies of the people inside the barrier shook, and they all spat out blood at the same time. They had never thought that this youth's attack would be so terrifying. Just a single strike had caused them to vomit blood. At this moment, the barrier was covered with sinister cracks, and it was on the verge of collapse. Everyone knew that if the barrier broke, the only thing waiting for them would be death.

Unable to shatter the barrier with a single blow from Hong Ling, he frowned instantly. Just now, he had activated the hidden power within the Sorrow Spirit, and it was almost the same as a full-powered strike by a Void Refinement Cultivator. However, he had not been able to break through the barrier in one go. This made him feel somewhat unreconciled. With a wave of his hand, all the longswords soared into the sky, and under the guidance of his will, they plummeted downwards. Boom, boom, boom. The ten longswords, one after another, ruthlessly smashed onto the barrier. The cracks on the barrier became more and more ferocious, and the number of cracks continued to increase.

"Not good, this barrier is about to break!" Someone cried out in alarm as he looked at the crumbling barrier, his heart swaying. Pfft, the cultivators inside the barrier constantly coughed out blood. Each fall of a longsword meant that they, who were connected to the barrier both physically and mentally, were indirectly struck by a tyrannical attack. At this moment, they practically no longer had the thought of fighting against this youth. The truth was that this young man was simply too terrifying, as if he was a monster.

"Just who is he, to actually have such a terrifying power. Could it be that the Unique Aristocrat from that large clan came?!" Some people stared at Hong Ling in shock as they asked with trembling voices.

"I remember now. Today, at the Dreamy Cloud Lake, there was a cultivator that used a Sword Manipulation to heavily injure the second generation ancestors of Dreamy Cloud City. It is said that the young man was the one who killed the third prince of the Beiming Peng clan, Fengya, who came from the Tianhuang City! " A young man who was spectating immediately exclaimed, his eyes filled with worship as he looked at Hong Ling.

"Yes, it's him, it's really him! It is rumored that he single-handedly killed Fengya's Dao Protector Demonic Cultivator, Feng Chen, who is said to have reached the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm! "

The moment he said this, everyone began to discuss, and even the few Soul Refining cultivators that were in the middle of the barrier were overwhelmed with shock. They never would have thought that this youth was actually the fiend that killed Feng Chen. However, regret was useless because the barrier was finally on the verge of collapsing.

Bang! A tyrannical stream of air exploded on the rooftop as ten swords flashed past. Chi chi chi, those few Spirit Refinement cultivators that were still hollow out had their limbs cut off by the sharp blades. Hong Ling retracted his sword and stood on the roof. He coldly looked at the few Immortal Cultivators who had their spirits refined to become sticks, with no happiness or sadness in their eyes.

"If there's a next time, it won't be as simple as cutting off your hands and feet. I'll take your miserable lives then!" The young man's tone was extremely cold, like ice that would never melt, bringing with it a chill that would cause one's soul to tremble.

Gurgle gurgle. Everyone present swallowed their saliva with great difficulty. Their eyes were filled with fear and reverence. Without a doubt, with his tyrannical and bloody methods, Hong Ling completely shocked these lawless cultivators, making them no longer have any thoughts of coveting the Sorrow Spirit.

However, Hong Ling did not have the mind to care about them right now. Instead, he focused his gaze on the few people who were slowly walking over. Their footsteps were extremely slow, yet they carried an indescribable dao within them. The Spiritual Power in the air seemed to have been imprisoned by something, making it impossible for anyone to move it.

"A super cultivator of the Void Unity Stage is finally unable to hold it in!" Hong Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light as he watched the few cultivators slowly walk in front of him.

The three cultivators did not look at him, but quietly stared at the buzzing Sorrow Spirit sword and nodded, their eyes filled with praise.

"Junior, you just said that this sword is your life tool?" A cultivator slowly stood out, holding a bronze dragon head walking stick, he asked Hong Ling.

"Yes, this is my life magic tool. I wonder what senior would like to teach me?" Hong Ling casually touched the Sorrow Spirit, he released the Tianhuang Lightning Fire from the sword blade and with a thought, he returned it back to his body.

"How dare you! Who asked you to put it away?" The old man's eyes narrowed, a majestic aura instantly locking onto Hong Ling. Do you know that the sword in your hand is actually the sword that this old man lost a few days ago? "

"Hmm?" Hong Ling's gaze turned cold and killing intent surfaced in his eyes. He said coldly: "Senior, you, are you looking to die?"