Before Ling Hao finished speaking, a monstrous force exploded on the third floor of the tower.
The entire third floor was devastated as if struck by a hurricane, and the roof of the tower was lifted into the air in a horrifying situation.
"War King Realm!?"
Xuan Pang's pupils shrank slightly, then he shrunk his neck and ran back a short distance.
While running, he usually shouted loudly.
"Brother, I'll leave this old monster to you. Don't be lenient. Beat him to death until you can't even recognize him."
call!
Before he could finish his words, a strong gust of wind hit him like a blade.
"You have such a bad temper, you get angry after just a few words!" After detecting the murderous intention behind him, Xuan Pang quickly jumped aside.
Boom!
After having a close contact with the grass, he managed to avoid it.
"Old bastard, you better not fall into my hands, otherwise I will take off your pants and beat you to death!" He reached out and took the grass from his mouth and got up.
call!
At this time, an afterimage appeared like a ghost a hundred meters away from Ling Hao. He was in his seventies and also dressed in Taoist robes.
His eyes glanced at the four old men on the ground. Their faces were covered with thick frost, and their bodies were surrounded by endless killing intent.
"What the hell? A woman!?" After seeing the person coming, Xuan Pang shouted: "You are not really that Murong Zhenxiu, are you?"
"Aren't you going to take off someone's pants and beat him? I'll leave it to you later!" Ling Hao looked very serious.
"Ahem..." Xuan Pang felt a chill in his heart and shook his head like a rattle.
"No, brother, just kill him. Don't be polite to me."
The person who came was indeed the old Buddha of the Xiao family, Murong Zhenxiu!
He glanced at Xuan Pang with extremely cold eyes and ignored him. Then he looked at Ling Hao, and after a brief look, he frowned slightly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded.
Then I saw Xiao Pengde, the current head of the Xiao family, running over with five core members of the Xiao family. Xiao Penglin from before was also there.
"My child is unfilial and allows outsiders to disturb my mother's practice. Please forgive me, mother!"
The two Xiao Pengde brothers came to Murong Zhenxiu and bowed, and the others also bowed deeply at the same time.
Everyone looked at Murong Zhenxiu with a strong look of awe in their eyes, and they didn't dare to express their anger, and they were frightened.
"Are you the so-called Qilin of the Country, the Western King Lingshuai?" Murong Zhenxiu ignored everyone in the Xiao family, but looked at Ling Hao and said coldly.
"I wonder where my family, the Xiao family, provoked you and made you come here to kill?"
"I'm here to ask you about an old story!" Ling Hao said calmly.
"What do you mean?" Murong Zhenxiu was slightly stunned.
"Five years ago, in Dongzhou, a family named Zheng was wiped out overnight. Do you still remember this?" Ling Hao took out a cigarette from his body, lit it and took a puff.
He rarely smokes cigarettes now, only smoking one or two when it affects his mood swings.
"Huh!?" Murong Zhenxiu's pupils shrank for a while.
