Battle of the 1245 Prodigies 3

“No one is to show any mercy. Tear her into pieces and sacrifice her spirit in heaven!”

In front of the Prodigy stage, the Prince of the Hanhai dynasty, the third dark horse, Han Mingshan, slowly placed Han Mingqing’s body on the ground and roared with a face full of killing intent.

“Yes!”

Around them, more than 30 people from the Hanhai dynasty surrounded Ling Jian ‘er, their faces filled with anger and killing intent.

In the center, Ling Jian ‘ER’s expression was still as cold as ever as she scanned her surroundings. There was not the slightest change in her expression.

Even though she had fallen into a desperate situation, she still did not make a move.

“Aooo!”

Little ha floated from Ling Jian ‘ER’s shoulder into the air, her cute little face revealing a fierce expression.

She was eager to protect her master.

“Make a move, kill!”

The surrounding people were silent as they stared at Ling Jian ‘er and the people from the Hanhai dynasty.