"With those paltry tricks, you call yourselves Heavenly Prides? Eastern Ridge really is pathetic!"
The mockery on Qian Hao's face deepened. He turned and returned to the Kunling Sect's Soul Boat.
"Young Madam, as the saying goes, beauty loves a hero. You might as well discard trash like that. How about following this Holy Son?"
Xing Yun met him with icy eyes, while Hu Meier came forward with a seductive air.
"Everyone says the Holy Son is extraordinary. Why not show us a few moves yourself, and let me behold your splendor..."
"What could be easier? Once I kill your husband, both you young madams will belong to this Holy Son!"
Qian Hao extended his hand. The Yinglong locked in fierce combat immediately returned to sword form and flew into his grasp.
"You there, boy! Do you dare come fight this Holy Son?"
"Fight your ancestors for eighteen generations!"
Mu Bai's fury surged to the heavens. He summoned the Star Sword and became a streak of blue light, thrusting his sword straight at Qian Hao.
Over on the other side, Rao Lin had also subdued the Rainbow Phoenix Feather Fan. He immediately thrust the Human Emperor Battle Halberd at Qian Hao's throat.
He intended to face Eastern Ridge's two great Heavenly Prides alone. It had to be said that Qian Hao was indeed powerful-and conceited.
Mu Bai and Rao Lin arrived in an instant, wielding sword and halberd, only to find Qian Hao standing there without dodging, merely sneering in mockery. Both Mu Bai and Rao Lin knew where to draw the line. Knowing they could not kill Qian Hao yet, they forcibly halted, their sword edge and halberd tip pressed against his chest and throat.
The mockery on Qian Hao's face deepened, but it turned out to be an