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Lin Hua seemed to be very satisfied with being called the Divine Dark Steel Rod. His domineering laughter echoed in his heart, "Just watch, kid. Just call me 'Divine Rod'. Don't add the word 'old' to lose my domineering aura."

Lin Hua cursed silently. He thought the dark iron stick didn't know what the old man meant and wanted to praise him again.

The dark black metal rod flickered twice, and a blood-red aura soared to the sky, enveloping the group of twenty or so people. Lin Hu's body seemed to be out of control at this moment.

"Sky Shattering Slash!"

He did not know why, but after he shouted these four words, his hands started to spin involuntarily. The dark black metal rod above his head brought out bursts of blood-red light, which engulfed the twenty people who were charging at him.

Ah!

The body of the black-clothed person in the Martial Spirit Realm trembled. He seemed to be unable to do anything to resist the blood-colored light and allowed the blood-colored light to spread around his body.

The expanded Martial Qi was like snow encountering lava, disappearing without even coming into contact with it.

Miserable screams rang out one after another as the blood-red light disappeared. Lin Hu stopped waving his hands, and his body regained its freedom.

Lin Hu, who was still in shock, swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He rarely felt shocked by something, but the scene in front of him was truly shocking.

"That old fart has some skills!" His body was still out of control, but he knew what had happened. The blood-red light was still vivid in his mind.

The blood-red light seemed to contain the roars of gods and demons. It expanded and swallowed the black clothed man who was pouncing towards it. When he regained his senses, he saw the scene before him.

The twenty or so people lying on the ground seemed to have lost their lives. After a long time, they still did not see any movement. Lin Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and secretly sized up the metal rod before him.

Before, when the iron rod absorbed his blood essence, it had said that it could release a tiny bit of its power. However, this bit of power could kill twenty black-clothed people in front of him.

"Kid, don't forget our agreement. I can only help you this much with my current condition. I'm going to sleep!"

Although he didn't know the status of the black iron rod, he knew that the fact that it could kill twenty men in black so quickly tonight was definitely not a simple matter.

"Could it be that this iron rod is a spirit weapon?"

No longer hearing the dark black iron rod's response, Lin Hua kept the iron rod back into his storage pouch and began to size up the corpse in front of him.

The old Divine Staff had absorbed all of his blood. At this moment, Lin Hu's face was somewhat haggard and his lips were trembling slightly.

Lin Hu stroked his right arm as he walked in a weak manner. He gritted his teeth and headed towards the dead man in black, who was at the Martial Spirit Realm. He still had to collect his spoils of war.

As cultivators in the Martial Spirit Realm, it was impossible for them to not have storage pouches. Over twenty black-clothed people gradually turned into black mist and flew off into the distance.

Lin Hu kicked away the clothes of the man in black, who was at the Martial Spirit Realm. He then picked up his bag of holding and walked out of the weapon pavilion. He could not stay here for long.

With his current state, encountering a black-clothed man meant certain death.

Today, all of the core disciples of the Lin Clan's traitors had been killed by him. It was unknown if there were any who had escaped the net. If another core disciple with a peak martial arts cultivation appeared.

With his current strength, just a single strike would be enough to severely injure him. After weighing the pros and cons, Lin Hu walked out of the Equipment Pavilion and headed towards the front of the mountain.

However, the scene before his eyes did not seem to allow it.

"I've really had eight lifetimes of bad luck tonight!"

Although the core disciple in black wanted to kill the man in black, the scene in front of him made him even more helpless. He originally wanted to sneak into the front mountain to peacefully recover.

Lin Mang had once said that he wanted to help the Lin Clan in times of crisis. He had already saved more than a dozen of Lin Clan blood vessels, and was powerless to help the women and children who had died.

He had a clear conscience. The life and death of the Lin Clan no longer had anything to do with him. However, the scene before him now made him feel a sense of helplessness.

The figure in the sky.2

The three people on one side were the Lin Family's Second Elder, while the six people on the other side were the same as Lin Mang. The other five were the Lin Family's traitors: four elders, two beautiful women, two old men, four elders and five elders.

On the Lin Mang side, they suffered heavy casualties. The Second Elder's left arm had already been chopped off, and there was also black smoke spreading through his body, making him look extremely weak.

As for the Lin mountain range, all of them were slightly injured. The blood on their clothes could not be concealed, but their momentum was relatively better and they were not as weak as the Second Elder.

Looking at his cultivation base, Lin Mang was a fourth phase Martial King, Lin Shan was a third phase Martial King, and the Second Elder was a first phase Martial King. The battle went on for a long time until their cultivation was completely released.

On the other side of the group of six, only Lin Hua's clothes were covered in blood and a huge cut was made on his abdomen. From the looks of it, this was the result of Lin Shan's saber.

As for the other five members, they were unharmed and were only slightly out of breath. Obviously, their advantage in numbers allowed them to gain an even greater advantage.

From the looks of it, Lin Hua was only Martial King Stage One. The other four Elders were Martial King Stage Two, and the other two traitors were Martial Kings Stage One.

On the other hand, the man leading the group was a Martial King of the fifth level. With the addition of the black gas, his cultivation was close to that of a Martial King, causing the Lin Clan's guardian, Lin Mang, to feel slightly overwhelmed.

Lin Hu walked out and walked into the middle of the two figures. His appearance also attracted the gazes of the two people on him.

The corners of Lin Hua's lips curled up in a playful smile as he stared down at Lin Hua. After which, when his eyes landed on the weapon pavilion, his killing intent surged.

"Good boy, you really did kill more than twenty of the Inverts. Furthermore, you even killed a warrior of the Martial Spirit Stage. You can't even break the barrier."

Lin Hua's killing intent soared to the heavens as he pointed his bamboo hat at Lin Hu. The nine Martial Kings in the sky all stood around Lin Hua as they sized him up.

"A Heaven-defying Daolord?"

After Lin Mang muttered to himself, his eyes revealed a shocked expression as he loudly shouted, "Whoever dares to touch him, this old man will fight with his life!"

Lin Hu stood up straight and looked at the six people in the sky. Under the pressure of the Martial King aura, fresh blood constantly dripped from his mouth.

However, he was not pressured by this imposing aura. Spitting out blood, his waist remained tall and straight. His eyes were filled with determination as he stared at Lin Hua in the sky.

His gaze was filled with killing intent, wishing he could shatter Lin Hua into eight pieces.

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