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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!