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Everyone stared fixedly at Ling Hao. Ever since he killed Chen Zongyang, the number one expert of the academy had fallen on his head. They needed a genius to guide them.

Looking at the incoming beam of light, Ling Hao's figure was like a swimming dragon. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Zhou Cheng with his back facing him. The pupils of the old man beside Zhou Cheng suddenly shrank.

Zhou Cheng's small face froze. The instant he turned around, he felt as if his chest was struck by a heavy object, and he was instantly sent flying several dozen feet away.

Clutching his chest, he looked at Ling Hao with a pale face: "I didn't think that you would actually hide your strength, however you think you can beat me like this, then you're too naive."

Zhou Cheng waved his right hand and a six foot long silver spear appeared out of thin air. His red tassel fluttered in the wind as he held the silver spear like a young war god.

"The spear is like a swimming dragon."

Spears howled across the sky, their killing intent biting cold. The spearhead was dazzling, and the onlookers were all frightened.

But thinking that Zhou Cheng was the defeated opponent of Chen Zongyang, the hearts of the people in the academy gradually calmed down.

"Why?" Zhou Cheng stared blankly. His move was actually unable to capture Ling Hao's figure, and was unable to even pierce him.

"I don't believe it!" Zhou Cheng shouted, "Wild dragon in the sky!" This time, he used all his strength. The silver longspear turned into a dragon-shaped weapon, and the ferocious dragon head pounced towards Ling Hao.

He was at the fourth stage of the True Sun realm. Once he moved, the space would tremble and all obstacles within a radius of hundreds of feet would be annihilated.

Ling Hao looked at the sinister dragon head, his heart indifferent. The [Nine Heavens Creation Art] that he refined was the first cultivation grimoire in history, and the amount of spiritual energy an ordinary person could use to reach the True Sun realm was vastly different from his own.

Vast amount of true energy condensed on his right arm, and a blazing sun appeared behind Ling Hao. This scene made him look like an immortal god.

"The golden sun!" The two old men were shocked. Only now did they start to worry about Zhou Cheng.

"Cheng'er, retreat!"

The dragon head instantly dissipated, and immediately, Zhou Cheng felt that his dantian no longer had any true energy for him to use. He sat on the ground, and muttered with a miserable expression on his face: "I've lost, I've lost to you, this nameless brat."

"Not only did you lose in a spar, you also lost your life. However, you killed six disciples of my academy, so killing you in one strike would be too easy for you."

Ling Hao stepped forward, his eyes cold. This youth was cruel and ruthless. Not only had he killed ordinary disciples of the academy, he had also killed disciples of the Vermillion Bird Hall.

Hearing this, Xue Hua felt the most comfortable. Shortly after, the resentment in his heart gradually grew. After all, his arm had been cut off by this person. He looked at Zhou Cheng, who was sitting on the ground with a dejected expression, and his gaze became even colder.

"Little friend, can you give this old man some face? This old man is the law enforcement elder of the Mo Clan." The grey-robed old man walked up, cupping his fist and speaking calmly. In his eyes, however, there was a sense of superiority. He was a member of the Mo Luo clan, and was ranked even higher than the Spirit Flame clan.

I assume you wouldn't dare to do it.

Ling Hao shot him a glance and said indifferently: "Who are you?"

"When he killed the six disciples of my academy, were you blind?"

"Or was this your intention?"

"So, what are you?" Ling Hao looked at the gray-clothed old man. The old man's face instantly turned ashen as he said in a cold voice: "Under this old man's command, if you are able to even touch a single hair on Zhou Cheng's head, you can be considered powerful."

"Sure." Ling Hao smiled slightly: "Four Great Hall Masters, this disciple requests you four to come out and fight for the dignity of the academy."

Everyone understood the meaning of this formation.

This was the Spirit Flame Race. This place had been here for tens of thousands of years, and this was the first time it had happened in front of a mountain gate.

The four hall masters wished they could kill Zhou Cheng, but due to their status, they naturally understood what Ling Hao meant.

"Just don't bother with the matters of the younger generation, alright?" The Vermillion Bird Hall Master smiled as he looked at the gray-clothed old man. As he spoke these words, his heart felt incomparably jubilant.

The old man's face twitched. Was that phrase so familiar?

"That's right, you're a deacon of the Mo Clan. Don't tell me you're going to bully a junior using your cultivation?" At this moment, the White Tiger Palace's Hall Master was supporting Ling Hao with his strength, making him quite rational in major matters.

The four great hall masters stood up, their momentum saying, "If you dare to stop us, we dare to kill you!"