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Looking at how Lin Hao had messed up the competition that he had carefully prepared, and even snatched away the Dragon Corpse in front of everyone, Qiu Xue couldn't hold it any longer. His entire body was emitting a stench of blood, and he was roaring madly like a devil.    

    

"You want to kill me? You can try!"    

    

With a light flick of his sword, Lin Hao threw his head back and laughed. Then, without waiting for the people from the Mercenary Squad to surround him, he rushed forward.    

    

Currently, Lin Hao was alone. There were nearly seven thousand people from the Mercenary Squad, and there were thousands of them on the battlefield!    

    

However, in the face of this faintly approaching figure, everyone was afraid. Due to the fear of death, they all retreated. Tens of thousands of people were pressing their shoulders against each other in fear. At this moment, all they wanted to do was to escape.    

    

The farther away from that white-clothed figure, the better!    

    

However, how could Lin Hao, who had completely released the devil in his heart, allow these people to live freely?    

    

"I once heard you guys flaunting your power when you forcefully seized them. Now, let me tell you, only strength is the declaration of death!"    

    

Looking at the current state of the Blood Demon Mercenary Squad, Lin Hao couldn't help but recall the imposing manner they used to show off with their heads held high. Lin Hao's voice was as cold as ice, like the icicles in a world of ice and snow, piercing into the hearts of people.    

    

"Purple Lightning Snake Dance!"    

    

Lin Hao closed his body and jumped. The Longsword that was flashing with lightning swept up a lump of blood, and he directly charged into the battlefield!    

    

With the help of the dragon blood, Lin Hao's strength was directly on par with High-grade Martial Master's cultivation. Adding Lin Hao's original strength, even if High-grade Martial Master came, Lin Hao would still be able to slash him with his sword!    

    

A white light flashed, and the first drop of blood splashed out under Lin Hao's Longsword. He died, and in an instant, the most tragic and beautiful scene bloomed.    

    

The blood stained the tip of Lin Hao's nose. It touched every nerve of Lin Hao. Lin Hao's eyes became colder and colder, gradually dying the bright red color of his white clothes. It made Lin Hao look like a death god holding a sickle.    

    

"Die!"    

    

The crazily surging energy in the Bloodline had completely drowned Lin Hao's rationality. At this moment, in Lin Hao's heart, there was only slaughter, the humiliation of defeat, and the blood river that was gushing out from his body. Only then would he be able to get rid of it!    

    

Slaughter! Blood! Death! Fear!    

    

All the negative emotions in the human world became clearer and clearer at this moment. The moment the blood rain fell, the sickle of death truly lost control.    

    

None of the people from the Mercenary Squad were spared from this slaughter. No matter how they begged, no matter how unwilling they were, death would come as planned.    

    

The sword raised and the sword fell, causing a storm of blood. It sounded like the ringing of the death god on the battlefield.    

    

The sound of blood dripping and the wailing of the dead echoed in all directions. It was the sound of the death knell in the mortal world. The music of death woven together, and the figure in white that flickered in and out of the mortal world. It was the god of death that was dancing in the mortal world. No one could last even half a second in front of this figure.    

    

Collapse, complete collapse!    

    

Lu Mo, who originally wanted to stop the resistance, could not resist the collapse. No one could have imagined that the miserable man at that time would be so powerful and crazy like a wild beast!    

    

"Ah! Don't kill me! I..."    

    

"Crazy, he's crazy! Run! White-robed God of Death is crazy! We can't stop him! "    

    

"No, no! Who the hell is the one who provoked this god of slaughter?!"    

    

"Leader, save me!"    

    

Lin Hao turned into a blood shadow and shot into the crowd. His scarlet eyes, the shining white Dragon Cry Sword, the smell of rust, blood, and dismembered limbs splattered all over the place, turning the originally dirty battlefield into a purgatory in an instant!