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"I'll give you three seconds to scram!" Ye Ling raised his eyes and looked at the group of Death Soldiers as he said indifferently.    

    

He didn't have time to waste with them right now, so he had to hurry up and bring Moo Qing out. Ye Ling had a bad feeling about Moo Qing being in Ximen Wudao's hands and had a bad premonition.    

    

Even though Ye Ling was very strong, the Death Soldiers didn't want to die. As Death Soldiers of Ximen Family, they died for Ximen Family in the first place, and if they didn't listen to Ximen Family, their lives would be worse than death. Even if they had ten times the guts, they wouldn't dare to leave.    

    

"Young Master Wudao said that whoever kills him will be chosen as an elder and be rewarded with a king level cultivation technique." Just when everyone was unsure of what to do, a voice rang out from the crowd. Instantly, all the Death Soldiers trembled and stared at Ye Ling like hungry wolves, wishing that they could eat him right away.    

    

Let's not talk about the Elders first. Just from the king level cultivation technique, they were able to arouse the desire of a large number of deathsworn. What was a king level cultivation technique? In simple terms, above the high level techniques, below the saint level cultivation technique, this kind of cultivation technique was an incomparably valuable existence even in large clans like Ximen Family. As for the other small clans, they had never seen such a technique before, which caused the Death Soldiers to be willing to risk their lives for such an impulsive action.    

    

In fact, it was the same principle as "money can make a ghost." To those who cultivated, a powerful cultivation technique was like a large amount of money; it was extremely tempting.    

    

Since things had developed to this point, Ye Ling didn't want to say anything anymore. He knew that no matter how much more he said, these people would still fight him. Besides, it would just be a waste of time.    

    

Before Ye Ling could make a move, the Death Soldiers couldn't hold it in any longer, they split the hundreds of people into three groups and attacked Ye Ling from both sides.    

    

Hundreds of people attacked Ye Ling with their short knives, but suddenly, a furious roar came from behind.    

    

"Those who touch young master, die!"    

    

Before the hundreds of death warriors could even react, they saw twelve figures charge towards them. Without question, the death warrior blocking in front of the twelve people would be very miserable, and in less than three seconds, the crippled fifty death soldiers blocking in front of Gold Dragon Team died, and before the remaining death warriors could even react, they saw Gold Dragon Team's uniform line up on one knee in front of Ye Ling, as they respectfully said:    

    

"Young Master!"    

    

One young master scared that group of death soldiers completely to death, because they could feel that right now, they were not facing one Ye Ling, but 12. For a moment, many of them started to retreat, and even some showed unease on their faces. If it was just Ye Ling alone, they might have fought for the reward, but right now, they were not facing a single Ye Ling, but sending their names to him!    

    

At this moment, Ye Ling did not care what they were thinking about, since the Gold Dragon Team was here, he did not waste any more time talking.    

    

"I'll leave it to you guys, finish this quickly. There's still a bunch of old geezers from Ximen Family waiting for you guys to deal with." Ye Ling nodded towards Long Yi and the others, then took a step forward and quickly disappeared from the crowd, leaving behind a group of uneasy death warriors and an evil smile on his face.    

    

As expected, less than ten seconds after Ye Ling left, all kinds of screams sounded behind him like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of gods. Due to the large number of people, the screams were loud enough to reverberate through half of the manor.    

    

Not far from the door, a group of Elders led by the Second Elder was waiting for Ye Ling's arrival. However, they couldn't get Ye Ling after waiting for a long time.    

    

One of the elders standing nearby heard the heart-palpitating scream and finally couldn't take it anymore. He whispered to the second elder:    

    

"Second Elder, how about we call the Patriarch or tell the Grand Elder?"    

    

When the Second Elder heard his words, he could not help but curse:    

    

"Say what? Do you really think that a dozen of us can't beat a yellow-haired boy? "    

    

Although the Second Elder could feel that Ye Ling would be slightly stronger than him, it was only by a little bit. As long as he brought a dozen or so other elders to attack together, even the top ten ranked experts of the Heavenly Rankings wouldn't have such an easy time.    

    

As the other Elders heard the Second Elder's words, they immediately felt that this was very reasonable. They didn't believe that a little boy that hadn't even reached the age of 30 could defeat them who had cultivated for several decades.    

    

Just as they acknowledged the second elder's words, an eight meter tall mountain came crashing towards them. Its speed was terrifyingly fast, and they could feel the strong pressure of the wind …    

    

It could only be described as terrifying.    

    

Due to the fact that it happened too fast, there was no time to dodge. Finally, the Second Elder's eyes narrowed and he used all the strength in his body to suddenly rush forward, throwing a punch towards the fake mountain.    

    

On the contrary, the fake mountain carried a tremendous force and forced back the Second Elder step by step, even causing the Second Elder to spit out blood. When the other elders saw this, they all felt very bad, so the more than ten elders rushed to the back of the Second Elder and lined up in a line. The one in the front placed their hands on the Second Elder's back, continuously transmitting their power into his body.    

    

With the help of a dozen or so elders, the Second Elder finally stopped. However, the power of the fake mountain did not weaken.    

    

The Second Elder wiped off his sweat as he blocked the fake mountain. He could not believe what he had just heard.    

    

"It's just a small fake mountain, and it actually needs more than ten people to block. If so, then I'm coming. How strong must my strength be?"    

    

Right now, he didn't even dare to think about it, afraid that he would run away.