Battle of the 1243 elites

“Ling Jian ‘er, you are too arrogant. With just us? With just me alone, I can easily cripple you!”

Han Mingshan’s expression turned cold, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

“You killed more than ten elite disciples of our Hanhai dynasty. Ling Jian ‘er, today, I will make you pay the price!”

Han Mingqing held a long sword in his hand and pointed it at her.

“Hehe, are you all coming together, or one by one!”

Ling Jian ‘er moved her hand, and a long metal sword appeared in her hand, staring coldly at them.

“What happened?”

“It’s Ling Jian ‘er and the people of the Hanhai Dynasty!”

“That’s Han Ming Qing, and that should be the black horse Han Ming Shan who suddenly appeared just now. In just a few short hours, he directly entered the prodigy roll and defeated seven prodigies in one go. He’s now ranked 14th on the prodigy roll. If that nameless prodigy isn’t here, his ranking might continue to rise!”