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Ling Hao was sitting in the square, bored out of his mind. Many youths and young girls of the Wilderness observed him; most of them were inner court disciples while the rest were outer court disciples.

Today, it was rumored that a monstrous wave had occurred and that a true disciple had been crushed into meat paste because of this young man in white.

"Too f * cking ruthless, I heard his name is Ling Hao."

"Hey, don't point at me. Hurry up and leave."

"Senior Sister, what is there to be afraid of? He's around the same age as me."

"Let's go. Leave this place and I'll tell you."

After drinking a mouthful of tea, Ling Hao shook his head. He could hear the whispers in his ears from far away.

After killing so many true disciples today, their source energy had all been sucked dry by him, thus reaching the peak of the first level of Good Fortune.

Noon passed.

Streams of light filled the skies as they flew towards the square one after another with grave expressions on their faces.

There were a large number of them. The six leading them were all Manifestation stage practitioners with their own clan's disciples following behind them.

Judging from their attire, they were all elite disciples.

The Great Elder coldly glanced at Ling Hao, who was sitting there, and slowly walked towards him. The six great clans followed closely behind him.

There were several hundred of them, and they were the elites amongst the elites.

This kind of scene made all the disciples of the Desolate Land stand up and cast sidelong glances at each other.

"This kid is finished. The experts from the six great races have all come. Let's see how he dies!" The eyes of the female disciple from the Savage Tribe were vicious. Today, her brother was killed by this person. If it wasn't for the elder stopping her, she would have gone all out.

"Hmph, an arrogant fellow. Let's see how he will deal with this."

"You're right, he's just a teenager. I'm afraid he's too arrogant, and doesn't know how to write the word 'die'."

Seeing so many people surrounding Ling Hao, the voices of the Barbarian Cultivators became much louder.

One of the youths was dressed in azure clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand, and was dressed in luxurious clothes. His expression was full of ridicule.

This youth?

Let all of the experts of the six great clans help out?

Could it be that he had gone mad!

The green-clothed youth's name was Qin Lu. He was a genius from the Southern Li Clan, only seventeen years old, and his cultivation had already reached the Second Sky of Creation. He could be said to be the pride of all the young cultivators in the Gu Yue Empire.

Not to mention, his family was ranked second among the top ten.

At this moment, he slowly walked towards Ling Hao.

When he got close, his face was filled with ridicule.

"You're the one that wants us to gather?"

"I wonder what kind of advice you have."

Qin Lu's heart was suffused with a wave of anger. He was initially in the midst of cultivation, but the patriarch had called him out, saying that he would go to the Wilderness to deal with the strong.

An expert was this white-robed youth?

At this moment, the Patriarchs of the six great clans as well as the Elders all had puzzled looks on their faces.

Logically speaking, the experts that the Savage Tribe had encountered shouldn't be this weak. The Great Elder of the Savage Tribe had personally informed the various clans. It could be seen that they had encountered a troublesome enemy.

At this time, they were a little disappointed. Just as their spirits were waning, the chief personally sent a sound transmission to them. Only then did everyone's faces turn serious.

Qin Lu didn't think too much about it. How could a proud son of heaven like him have so much patience?

"I don't care who you are. You angered me so much that I wanted to beat you up."

As Ling Hao listened to his overbearing words, a hint of a smile surfaced on his delicate and pretty face.

She looked at him and said, "You seem very confident."

Qin Lu laughed coldly and continued, "In this Gu Yue Empire, who has higher talent than me?"

With his hands behind his back and arrogance filling his eyes, he squinted at Ling Hao.

"I'm sure you are only eighteen years old. In my eyes, you are only trash. I really don't know why there are so many people accompanying you to gather."

"You can ask which one of these ten great races has the highest cultivation base compared to me, Qin Lu."

"Do you have the Second Heavenly Layer of Creation?"

Qin Lu sneered, pointed at Ling Hao, and said: "That's why, in my eyes, you are nothing more than a pile of mud."

The surrounding crowd saw that Ling Hao was still as calm as before, seemingly somewhat surprised.

Could it be that he was too scared to speak?

Ling Hao thought to himself, it has been so long, besides Chen Zongyang, there seems to be no one else who is more arrogant than Qin Lu.

"Alright, since I'm just a pile of mud, how about we compete in front of so many people?"

Ling Hao smiled indifferently as he looked at Qin Lu.

Qin Lu looked at him with disdain, "What qualifications do you have?"