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Qin Lu's face was deathly pale. Having studied the ancient scriptures since childhood, how could he not know that the creation of a treasure would allow him to pass through nine thunder tribulations?

After the nine divine lightning passed, the treasure was completely reborn.

At this moment, he was extremely shocked in his heart.

Ling Hao took out his treasure weapon, a purple longsword.

The body of the sword was wreathed in lightning, appearing incomparably tyrannical.

A hint of jealousy appeared in the eyes of the seven Patriarchs.

They only used spiritual tools, and the best one was only a top grade spiritual tool. Who would have thought that in this young man's hands, they would be able to refine a treasure so easily?

Just how high would this be?

Qin Lu, who had lost two rounds in a row, felt despair in his heart. He felt that the white-clothed youth standing in front of him had a deity concealed within him.

It was simply invincible!

A trace of fear flickered within his eyes.

He had lived for seventeen years, and had been proud for seventeen years as well. He had originally thought that using the thing he was most proud of would cause Ling Hao to feel admiration from the bottom of his heart.

However, everything was just a figment of his imagination.

Unwilling to give up, he took a deep breath and slowly walked towards Ling Hao.

Anyone with a discerning eye would know that he was on the verge of becoming angry.

"Hmph. It depends on how your martial power is. I hope you can surprise me." Qin Lu laughed coldly.

And this third battle, he would definitely lose.

He believed that at his age, other than himself, there was no one else that could surpass him.

A confident smile spread across his face.

"Come on, third round."

"You attack first. The moment I attack, you will not have the chance." Qin Lu looked at him.

Ling Hao shook his head and said, "You have a crazy character, but you don't have the qualifications."

When Qin Lu heard this, he smiled and said, "Alright, then teach me why I don't have the qualifications to be crazy."

Ling Hao's figure instantly disappeared.

Everyone was astonished. They had seen it just now.

Disappearing in an instant?

When everyone focused their gazes, Ling Hao was already standing in front of Qin Lu.

Even Qin Lu was shocked as he felt a sense of danger.

"Alright, I'll teach you."

Ling Hao stretched out his arm, grabbed Qin Lu's arm and forcefully twisted it.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound entered his ears.

Following which, a howl resounded through the world.

Ling Hao looked at him with disdain. He was only at the second level of good fortune. He could instantly kill someone at the third level.

In these three matches, he wanted to make the seven great clans submit, and also let them see his potential. If he joined the Spirit Flame Race, then he would give them a qualitative leap forward.

If it wasn't for these, how could he play this game with these children?

He could have killed this genius with a single palm strike, but this kind of impact was not enough, which was why Ling Hao was able to restrain himself.

Qin Lu's arm was shattered.

He was in pain.

He looked at Ling Hao in fear and despair. Out of the three matches, he had not won a single one.

Ling Hao walked in front of him and stepped on his cheek.

Looking down at him.

"Do you have the right to be arrogant?"

Qin Lu's face flushed red. Thinking back to the shamelessness of boasting just now, he felt a burst of irritation.

"Tell me, am I mud?" Ling Hao revealed his white teeth.

Qin Lu said, "No …" "No."

Everyone was dumbstruck.

The top genius of the ten great races, Qin Lu, had lost.

The three matches were simply a crushing move.

It was at this moment that the numerous youths present finally understood the difference between Ling Hao and themselves.

So it turned out that he was hiding his strength!

"Since when did the Gu Yue Empire have such an expert?"

"He's about the same age as Senior Brother Qin Lu, but he's actually stronger than him."

"In the future, I'm afraid that I'll have to change the number one young genius of the Gu Yue Empire."

Ling Hao acted as if he hadn't heard the discussions.

His feet were still stepping on Qin Lu.

This scene caused the Southern Li Clan's elder to feel furious.

He shouted angrily, "Let him go!"

"Otherwise …"

Before he could finish his words.

Pow!

There was a clear palm mark on the face of the Southern Li Clan Chief.

His old face twitched uncontrollably as flames of rage shot out from his eyes.

"Who?"

"No matter how much more you say, not only did you get hit on the right side of your face." Ling Hao said indifferently.

The leader of the Southern Li Family was slightly surprised. He was an expert at the peak of the second level of Creation, yet he didn't even feel a shadow. He had been slapped on the face.

Then how strong was the person who hit him?

Could it really be this white-robed youth?

At this moment, the tribe leader laughed gloatingly, "Do you know how powerful you are this time around?"