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Was he going to be serious?

Yang Linglong held her breath, looking forward to Ling Hao creating a miracle.

Everyone stared fixedly at the white-clothed youth.

The atmosphere gradually turned cold.

"Scorching Sun Saber!" A huge golden blade stood horizontally in the sky. Behind Ling Hao, a rising sun slowly rose. It was a golden sun.

"The golden sun." The Prefecture Lord was overjoyed. No one in the academy had such potential.

"I say you are so confident." A glint flashed across the Vermillion Bird Hall Master's eyes.

The true disciples of the four halls looked at each other. The future cultivation of the Golden Sun would never stop at the True Sun realm.

The golden light attracted everyone's attention as it rushed towards Chen Zongyang who had a surprised look on his face.

His hair was disheveled from the incoming true energy, and his gaze was cold as he said, "You are courting death."

"Cold Yin Palm."

Chen Zongyang had never used his trump card before, and the icy aura coming from his giant palm was getting stronger and stronger.

The golden blade shattered his palm like it was rotten wood. A golden blade was stabbed into the ground for a radius of 100 feet. After a while, it disappeared into thin air.

This was not an entity in the first place.

Chen Zongyang clutched his chest, bleeding profusely.

He lost?

Losing to a cultivator of the first heaven?

He refused to accept this outcome.

Ignoring the clamor of the people around them.

He forced himself up.

Afterwards, he soared into the sky, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. He laughed miserably, "Ling Hao, do you think this is the end?"

He placed both his hands on top of his head, and a red light flashed. In an instant, eight more arms appeared around his body.

"Eight Armed Desolate Land!" Eight arms that could not be seen with the naked eye continuously struck out. Ling Hao coldly laughed: "Exhausting the power of one's True Yang, using the supernatural power is laughable."

Ling Hao raised his sword and stabbed forward, piercing through a few of the arms. In an instant, all of the arms were cut off!

"Impossible, ah ah ah ah!" Chen Zongyang spat out a mouthful of blood in shock, his face turning pale.

The White Tiger Division's leader revealed an expression of disbelief. His normally highly regarded disciple had actually lost.

The crowd burst into an uproar.

"Too strong, he truly is an extreme talent."

"What a monster! He has crossed three small realms."

"Seriously, I thought I was dreaming."

Ling Hao walked towards Chen Zongyang, who was lying on the ground, and said indifferently, "I hate schemes and tricks."

"So, go die." A sword light shot out. Chen Zongyang couldn't resist it at all, and then his head was separated from his body.

The great battle ended just like that, but everyone's faces were filled with confusion.

Such a young man in white, who had killed Chen Zongyang for so many years?

The academy had undergone a huge change. The White Tiger Hall, which had always been arrogant and despotic, had now become a quiet little sheep after Chen Zongyang's death.

The Vermillion Bird disciples were respected by the other three halls. They all knew that this was because of Ling Hao.

Everyone now knew a person. Ling Hao. The reason they were happy to talk about him was because he could break the legend. All the disciples respectfully called him senior brother.

As for the Vermillion Bird Hall Master, he was even more grateful to Ling Hao. For many years, he had been suppressed by the White Tiger Hall.

In the days that followed, Ling Hao cultivated alone in his room. With this cultivation, the 1st Layer of True Sun was even more solid.

This morning, he woke up early, walked to the courtyard, and sat down.

"With my current cultivation, I should be able to go to Shao County City." He murmured, "With my grandfather's cultivation base, even if I use all of my strength, he won't be able to withstand it. Even if I were to forcefully take my mother away, I don't want my father to feel sad about it every day."

Lan Ruozhi walked to the door and nervously knocked.

"Come in."

The two of them looked at each other in silence for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Ling Hao said indifferently.

"Let me take a look at this talented youth." The older Ling Hao was a few years old, while Lan Ruozhi's pretty face turned slightly red.

Ling Hao glanced at her. "There aren't any geniuses. Some things aren't as simple as you think."

"Such as?" Lan Ruozhi looked at him curiously. "I once thought that Chen Zongyang was already a peerless genius, until I met you."

Her beautiful eyes shone with a dazzling light.

"If you are here to say these words, please forgive me for not sending you off." Ling Hao said indifferently.

Lan Ruozhi was speechless. Why was this youth so stubborn? With her looks, how many people yearned for her, but could not find her? She didn't expect that this person didn't care at all.