1988: C1988 The Might of a Single Glance(part Iii)

C1988 The Might of a Single Glance(part Iii)

Yuwen Hu's meaning was very clear. No matter what, he was still a dignified Four-star Formation Master, but he had been ridiculed and humiliated by a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals. How could he tolerate such grievance? As the saying goes, an uncle can endure, but an aunt can't! Aunt could endure, and uncle could not!0

Lin Hao whispered into Yuwen Hu's ear, "Let's go in first and talk. Let's go in and invite you to watch a horse show. "

Lin Hao's voice was very low, but it was full of killing intent. Yuwen Hu also nodded very clearly.

"Hey! What are you two muttering about!? Could it be that you want to rebel in front of me? "

The leader of the soldiers stood in front of Lin Hao with his head held high and chest puffed out. He even deliberately released the Auras on his body, instantly attracting the exclamations of many soldiers around him.

"Damn! Boss, when did you break through to the Advanced martial artist? Why didn't you inform your brother? I can give you a celebratory feast!"

"High-grade Martial Cultivator, boss, you're almost there, right? When are you going to become an uncle? Brothers, let's bask in some glory!"

"Boss, you're too strong! I love you, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

. . . ""

The leader of the soldiers felt extremely comfortable in the midst of the soldiers' exclamations. His current strength could be considered a first-class existence in the entire military camp. With just these two abandoned children of his family, could he still fight against him?

What made the soldiers feel strange was that the scholar in front of them actually did not say anything. He only coldly raised his head and looked at the soldier in front of him.

With just a glance, the leading soldier almost fainted on the spot!

What kind of gaze was that? Even though he had been on the battlefield for a long time, he had never seen such a terrifying gaze.

That gaze was incomparably deep. Just looking at each other for half a second, the leader of the soldiers felt as if he was directly dragged into an abyss of purgatory. It was just like that darkness that seemed to permeate the entire world before his eyes, as if his entire person was immersed in a sea of corpses and seas of blood.

In the blink of an eye, besides death, there was nothing else he saw!

Terrifying! Panic! Fear!

With just a single glance, the leader of the soldiers froze on the spot, staring at the two of them without moving. His face was pale, and his forehead was slowly covered in sweat.

The soldiers had never seen such a strange phenomenon. When a scholar looked at them, they were actually stunned on the spot? Could it be that this scholar was his bad karma?

Lin Hao's voice was indifferent as he coldly said, "May I ask if I can leave now?"

As he spoke, he accidentally revealed a trace of killing intent.

How powerful was Lin Hao's killing intent?

It was the resentment of all the dead souls of the Demonic Beast in the Maple Forest Realm. It was the resentment of billions of living beings, even if it was just a trace. It wasn't something a High-grade Martial Cultivator could withstand!

"Please. . . Please. . . Please come in!"

The soldier leader was so scared that his voice was trembling. As he spoke, he did not dare to look at Lin Hao again.

He was afraid to see the eyes of this young scholar again. That feeling of being in the abyss of purgatory was definitely something he didn't want to experience a second time in his life.

Lin Hao swaggered past the group of soldiers without the slightest bit of fear.

What a joke! If Lin Hao had let go of his killing intent just now, even if he did not do anything, it would be enough to scare these soldiers out of their wits. However, it was Lin Hao who deliberately used the Killing Incantation to control the smallest amount of killing intent that allowed these soldiers to survive.

Of course, Lin Hao wasn't kind enough to spare these people's lives. He agreed to let Yuwen Hu watch a circus show.

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