C2371 What's Going On(part I)
Even though Duanmu Yu had reached the Mid Level-eight after using the Wood Spirit Bead, however... Lin Hao's attack didn't seem to be weak either. It was a Level-eight Martial Spirit. It should be possible... that he could block it. Right?0
The rain of fire in the sky had slowly receded and the delicate and beautiful scene gradually disappeared. Everyone looked closely and found that Duanmu Yu's figure in the sky had already disappeared.
Strange, where did he go? Could it be that he had been vaporized without leaving any remains?
Everyone looked down again, and only then did they notice Duanmu Yu on the ground.
At this moment, Duanmu Yu was kneeling in the ruins with his sword in hand, and his face was ghastly pale and bloodless. Moreover, his body was even tattered, and his entire body was charred black. It seemed as if he'd been roasted on fire.
However, his experience was no different from being roasted on fire. Lin Hao's Sword Aura of Fire was a hundred times stronger than ordinary flames!
"Pu!"
Duanmu Yu, who was half-kneeling on the ground with his sword in his hand, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood spurted out to a distance of three meters. After he spat out the blood, he became extremely weak and almost fell to the ground.
Lin Hao raised his eyebrows slightly. He was a little surprised in his heart. He did not expect Duanmu Yu to be able to hold on. He was indeed worthy of being a Marquis' family head. It was not an ordinary family head. It was much more durable than a the ordinary.
Pretending to play tricks on his opponent was a very uncultured act. Furthermore, Duanmu Yu was also a powerful person with status. Lin Hao naturally would not choose to provoke him.
Lin Hao shrugged. "What's wrong with you, Little Brother? Do you want to rest for a while and fight again?"
"Pfft!"
Duanmu Yu, who was standing aside, could no longer hold back the blood in his chest. He spat out another mouthful of blood. He could even vaguely see some of the flesh in his heart.
It was so miserable...
Everyone was secretly speechless when they saw this. Was it really so miserable? A dignified family's family head was actually beaten by a junior to the point of lying on the ground and spitting out blood. Wasn't this too ridiculous?
However, when they recalled that the opponent was the famous White-robed God of Death, they suddenly felt that it wasn't an injustice...
"Lin Hao..."
Duanmu Yu stabilized the surging blood in his chest and only spoke after a long time.
Lin Hao raised his eyebrows and the Longsword appeared again. "You don't need to say anymore. I know what you mean. You are a Marquis family head. You have very high self-esteem. You would rather die standing than live kneeling. Come, come, come. Bear with the pain. This old man will cut you down very quickly! "
Lin Hao made a sword gesture and made a gesture of wanting to cut down.
Duanmu Yu's face turned green with fright!
You are really poisonous! How could I say that I would rather die standing than live kneeling! You, you, you, don't accuse me of being innocent!
Laozi would definitely rather live kneeling than die standing! Please shake me!
However, Duanmu Yu could also see through it. With Lin Hao's character as a god of slaughter, it would be a ghost if he could let him go. Therefore, Duanmu Yu was silent for a long time before saying:
"Lin Hao, I was blinded at that time. It was all my fault. As a dignified White-robed God of Death, can you let the people of Duanmu Family go? The situation of Duanmu Family has already become like this, and it no longer poses any threat to you. There is really no need for us to have such a deep grudge between us. Lin Hao, if you let the Duanmu Family go, I am willing to swear an oath of martial arts. The Duanmu Family will serve you forever and serve you as your servant. I swear my loyalty to you!"
Duanmu Yu's words were sincere. He was about to trigger the Heavenly Dao and make an oath. Duanmu Yu was a minister, and his strength had reached the high rank of the Martial Spirit Realm.
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