The four men and women behind him exclaimed at the same time.
"Leave me alone, go and save the eldest prince!" the old man shouted loudly.
"Copy that!" the four of them responded before running out of the hall and chasing Ling Hao.
After a while, the old man adjusted his breathing for a while and then quickly rushed to the door of the hall, looked at Tao Meiyao and said angrily.
"Feilongbao is a bunch of trash!"
After the words fell, he no longer cared about her, and chased towards the void not far away.
There had been such a big commotion in Feilongbao Manor before, and naturally they had already felt it in this hotel.
Knowing that it must be someone from Feilongbao who had become involved with Ling Hao, he sent someone to the scene to inquire about the situation.
The person sent there hurried back to report the news after seeing Zhao Sheng being recruited by Ling Haoyi.
After learning the news, several people were scared to death, worried that Ling Hao would come looking for them, and after discussing it, they prepared to flee Jicheng.
However, just as they arrived at the hall, Ling Hao had already arrived, so the scene just happened.
at the same time.
More than ten kilometers away in mid-air.
Ling Hao had already chased the eldest prince of the Fengchi Kingdom named Duan Chenming eight or nine hundred meters behind him, and then slapped his palm and said, "Damn it!" Duan Chenming frowned and hurriedly hid aside.
However, before he could completely stabilize his body, a second wave of palm wind swept through him again.
Duan Chenming knew he couldn't escape, so he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to block the attack with a few blasts of wind.
But it's obviously of no use.
He has the cultivation level of the third-level God Emperor, and Ling Hao is already at the third-level level even if he does not activate his bloodline power.
It has been easy for Ling Hao to deal with opponents of the same level.
Bang!
After a muffled sound, Duan Chenming was thrown away, a mouthful of blood spurted out and he fell down.
"The great prince!"
The voices of four men and women came from behind.
While shouting, four people attacked Ling Hao at the same time, and strong winds roared out.
"roll!"
Ling Hao's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand and swept away with a palm.
Bang... The four of them are all below the level of a first-grade God Emperor, so naturally they can't stop them.
The wind from the palm swept past, and all four people fell to the ground.
Afterwards, Ling Hao landed on the ground and walked towards Duan Chenming.
"Boy, if you dare to kill the eldest prince, even if you run to the end of the world, the king will not let you go!" The old man from before chased after him.
"Really?" Ling Hao replied lightly: "I wonder who is stronger between your king and the master of Feilong Castle?"
"..." The old man's expression twitched slightly.
As far as he understood, the two were evenly matched, both having half a foot in the cultivation of the seventh-grade God Emperor.
Ling Hao could kill Zhao Sheng with one move, so naturally he would not take the king seriously.
"So what if you can kill Zhao Sheng!" He responded loudly after a slight pause.
"There are so many powerful people in the Fengchi Kingdom, how can they be compared to a mere second-rate sect!"
"If you kill the eldest prince, including those around you, no one will survive!"
After the words fell, he used his remaining seven or eight successes to rush towards Ling Hao, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Prince, run!"
call!
There was no need for him to remind him, Duan Chenming gritted his teeth and quickly fled forward in the air.
"You two go down and keep company!"
Ling Hao frowned, and two blood-shadow mad knives with spiritual power were fired at the two of them at high speed.
