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These few days, Ling Hao had been stabilizing his cultivation in the Wilderness. After all, he had broken through after absorbing the source energy. He needed to stabilize himself even more.

In the eyes of outsiders, this cultivation method was done by the Devil Dao. Even the Devil Dao cultivators were not as terrifying as this.

As long as Ling Hao destroyed countless lives, he would be able to continuously strengthen himself. Although this went against the heaven's way, it was still Ling Hao's self-created cultivation method.

He decided to consolidate the [Sky Shrouding Palm], [Boundless Sword Art], [Rushing Thunder Movement Technique] and [Soaring Escape Technique] once more.

Spirit Flame Race.

Outside the mountain gate, the disciples were constantly patrolling the area.

Suddenly, streams of light appeared in the sky.

The seven great clans stood outside the mountain gate with their clansmen.

The two guards looked around and saw a black mass.

This scene reminded him of the day when the two races joined hands. If it wasn't for senior brother Ling Hao, the Spirit Flame Race would have been annihilated!

But now this was …

Could they be here to attack the Spirit Flame Race?

One of the two guards rode off on his sword. He was going to report this to the Martial House Master and inform him that he had better make his plans early. It would be best for him to retreat as soon as possible.

There were at least tens of thousands of people. How could the Spirit Flame Race resist this?

Panting heavily, he ignored the manor lord's hall guards' interception and hastily walked into the hall.

"Reporting to the Lord Prefect, the mountain gate …" There are tens of thousands of people outside the mountain gate. Sweat trickled down the guard's face as he felt extremely shocked in his heart.

The Lord Prefect, who was currently reading, suddenly rose to his feet, his eyes round.

He felt dizzy.

"Wait..." "Ten thousand?"

The Lord Prefect didn't ask any further questions and directly flew away.

As he arrived at the entrance of the mountain, he saw the neat crowd gathered outside the mountain gate and his heart was filled with coldness.

Seven great Tribes!

"Could it be that it wants to destroy my Spirit Flame race?"

"Hurry and ring the Clear Sky bell, let my clan be on guard!"

The Martial House Master shouted; his brows were covered in cold sweat.

In just a short moment, everyone in the Spirit Flame Race heard the melodious sound of the bell.

Patriarch, Martial House Master, four great hall masters, Yang Yue, Yang Linglong, Bai Qing, Li Mingxue, and Lan Ruzhi.

All of the high level characters of the Spirit Flame Clan's disciples and Elders had come.

Patriarch Yang Wuyuan had a sad expression.

Presumably, it was Ling Hao who had provoked the seven great races, and with such a large force gathering together, it was likely that he would not be able to escape his doom today.

Everyone was dejected.

However, he heard a sound.

"We pay our respects to Lord Patriarch."

What?

Lord Patriarch?

Yang Wuyuan looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground. Wasn't this the head of the Lin Clan?

And then, an earth-shattering sound echoed in the sky.

Everyone outside the mountain gate kneeled down in unison.

The Lord Prefect's heart was pounding wildly.

He turned his head to the patriarch and said, "This … "This is …"

The chief wiped the sweat from his brow and said hoarsely.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either."

Right at this moment, a voice filled with joy sounded.

"I got it, it's Ling Hao!"

A smile appeared on Yang Linglong's face.

"Ling Hao has suppressed the seven great races."

When she finished, there was a great hubbub.

The chief smiled and said, "Everyone, come in."

At this moment, his heart was filled with happiness.

It united the ten great races.

From then on, the Spirit Flame Race had completely turned over.

And all because of one person.

He alone had suppressed everyone!

The Martial House Master muttered: "How terrifying, he's simply a f * cking monstrous genius!"

As a matter of habit, he couldn't help but swear at this moment.

The urge to marry Ling Hao once again ignited in Lan Ruozhi's heart.

If she were to marry him, her status would surely skyrocket in the future!

Li Mingxue, who was at the side, had mixed feelings. In just a few short months, the difference between her and Ling Hao's identity was like heaven and earth.

The contrast made it difficult for her to breathe.

The instructor Bai Han beside Li Mingxue heard everyone discussing about Ling Hao.

There was no color on his face now.

The youngster who had made the bet with him a few months ago had soared into the sky and suppressed the ten great races.

Such merit, he was really the number one hegemon of the Gu Yue Empire.

After settling the seven clans' people down, a convention was held within the Spirit Flame Race.

Just the spirit stones and resources that each clan brought could instantly make the Spirit Flame Race several hundred times richer!