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When Lin Hao suggested monopolizing the Sword Cliff, everyone was filled with unwillingness. When one of them spoke, hundreds of people responded and scolded him.    

This was the Sword Cliff, and this was their Sword Cliff. Why did they have to be so powerful?    

However, these people seemed to have forgotten some things. For example, this world was the world of the strong. Also, Lin Hao was not a kind and cowardly person.    

"I've said it before, I'm hungry. I eat meat, so I won't leave any soup! Within ten seconds, if there's one person in front of me, I'll kill him! Within three days, if there is a person in Sword Cliff, I will kill one!"    

Lin Hao's voice was so indifferent that it sounded like he was muttering in a low voice. However, everyone's facial expression changed dramatically when they heard him.    

Within three days, he would kill every single person he saw!    

Why was this person so powerful?! Why was this person so overbearing! He was clearly just a junior, so why was he so humble and courteous in front of so many seniors?!    

He even promised to kill every one of them within three days, and whether or not he took these prestigious people seriously!    

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation. Some of the more thoughtful people jumped out and shouted:    

"We must be fair. Lin Hao, you can't dare to let us go!"    

Everyone else joined in. They all raised their arms and shouted, as if they were ready to rise up at any moment. However, all they did was shout, and their hearts were still filled with fear of the winding Blood Stream Sect beneath their feet.    

As long as they were strong enough, Lin Hao would be alone. Would he dare to refuse?    

Everyone stared at Lin Hao's face, hoping to see some slight hesitation on his face.    

But it was obvious that their hope had failed.    

Lin Hao slowly closed his eyes. The killing intent on his body began to surface, and a cold voice as cold as metal rang out.    

"Ten!"    

"Nine!"    

"Eight!"    

"..."    

Lin Hao didn't even pay attention to the requests of the crowd. As the saying goes, fair. In this world, strength was the only thing that mattered, not to mention... Under the consideration of the safety of his friends and family, fairness and kindness were the only things that could be considered. It would only cause Lin Hao to fall into a state of regret.    

Everyone who remained in Sword Cliff, be it bandits, nobles, officials or rangers, no matter which kind of person they were, they would not be soft-hearted. Lin Hao did not know how long it would take him to enter Gale Valley to collect enough Sword Stone.    

During this period of time, Bingyue, who could not use the Genuine Qi, was in great danger in Sword Cliff. Not to mention Lin Hao did not believe these people, it was said that believing someone else would cost the life of one's own family and friends. Lin Hao would only scoff at this kind of boring trust.    

What if Bingyue returned to the Sect alone?    

The mountains and rivers were far away, and the journey was dangerous. Bingyue herself did not have any combat strength, so how could the people of the Qingyue Sect protect her?    

If that was really the case, Lin Hao would rather slaughter everyone in the Sword Cliff. From the beginning to the end, Lin Hao was not a merciful person. When had White-robed God of Death ever cared about his reputation?    

Therefore, in order to protect Bingyue's comfort, the simplest way was to seal the mountain. He would never leave Bingyue with any possible danger, even if it was just a little bit.    

If needed, Lin Hao would not mind bearing the name of killing. After entering Sword Cliff, who would care about the life and death of others? Telling mercy here was simply a joke.    

"Six!"    

"Five!"    

Lin Hao's cold and ruthless voice did not stop at all. In the blink of an eye, he had counted to half.