"Copy that!" Lu Yue and everyone responded in unison, then drew out the sabers from their waists and rushed out.
Huo Xiao and Ni Xin did not hesitate at all, and followed suit.
"Kill!" The thirty or forty people on the other side said nothing more and raised their weapons to greet them.
For a moment, the scene was plunged into a fierce battle, with swords flashing and air waves flying.
"I have long heard that the King of the West is a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years. I am lucky enough to ask the King of the West to give me some advice today!"
The curly-haired old man from before looked at Ling Hao and spoke in a deep voice.
"You came here specifically to stop me from going up the mountain, and you didn't first evaluate whether you have that kind of strength?" Ling Hao glanced at the other party indifferently.
"Haha, King Xi is joking." The curly-haired old man smiled: "Of course we have already understood this aspect."
"If our information is correct, King Xi's current cultivation level should be half-step to the supreme realm, right?"
"In addition, I also know that King Xi can leapfrog the challenge. If nothing else, he should be able to activate the combat power of the first-level Supreme Realm."
"So, do you think that with your cultivation in the late supreme realm, you can learn from me?" Ling Hao smiled.
"Let's take action! Let me learn from Xiwang Lingshuai's clever tricks!" After the curly-haired old man finished speaking, he raised his hand and rushed towards Ling Hao.
The aura on his body instantly rose to the extreme, and his cultivation level half-stepped into the second-level realm was fully revealed.
"If you can take this knife, I will let you live!" Ling Hao's voice sounded at the same time.
After he finished speaking, he flipped his wrist and without any tricks, activated the Blood Shadow Sword Technique and slashed out with one strike.
The blood-red sword light descended from the sky with thunderous energy, and slashed towards the curly-haired old man's head.
"Hmph! What a shame!"
The curly-haired old man snorted coldly, activated his ten successes, raised his hand and blasted out ten violent punches towards the sword light, creating a strong sound of breaking wind.
However, the next moment, his expression stiffened.
The sword light tore through his fist and slashed directly from the top of his head, leaving a ravine hundreds of meters long on the ground.
"How...how is it possible..."
After the old man said two words with difficulty, a blood line extended from the other forehead to his waist, and blood arrows shot out.
Immediately afterwards, the two halves of the body collapsed to the side one after another, and their flesh and blood were blurred.
With Ling Hao's current cultivation level, if he had not deliberately suppressed him, he would have already broken through the mirror and entered the supreme realm. Killing a first-level opponent would be no different than trampling on an ant.
After casually scanning the two halves of the body on the ground, Ling Hao dodged and rushed towards the battle circle of Lu Yue and others.
The whole process ended within seven or eight minutes. The thirty or forty people on the other side, except for the old man with the goatee, were all beheaded.
"How's it going? Do you have anything else to say?" Ling Hao strolled up to the old man.
"Huh!" The old man collapsed on the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth: "So what if you can pass our level, you are destined to not be able to climb to the top of Kunlun today!"
"You have a pretty tough mouth!" Ling Hao shrugged his shoulders, looked at Xuan Pang and said, "Xuan Pang, I leave it to you. Let him explain clearly which countries these people are from."
"Okay!" Xuan Pang nodded in response and walked towards the old man. At the same time, he flipped his wrist and three silver needles appeared in his hand.
After a while, the old man's hysterical screams were heard.
"Brother, here's the question!" After about three minutes, Xuan Pang walked up to Ling Hao.
