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Ling Hao ignored the gazes of the two elders and slowly walked towards Zhou Cheng.

He formed a sword finger and hit Zhou Cheng's dantian. With a loud bang, the Zhen Qi in his dantian disappeared without a trace.

"I... I've been crippled. " Zhou Cheng looked at Ling Hao with shock in his eyes. He felt that there was not a single thread of true energy around his body. He completely discovered that he was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Nope, I will use my zhen qi to shatter your dantian. From now on, you will never be able to train again." Ling Hao spoke calmly as he continued rushing forward with a beam of light.

The two elders were stopped by the four hall masters, making it impossible for them to surpass them.

Your Spirit Flame Race is finished! "He is the grandson of our Mo Luo Clan's patriarch, and you are facing the threat of clan extermination."

The old man's gaze was filled with killing intent, but he couldn't rush over. He could only watch helplessly as the young genius within his clan was crippled.

Ling Hao's leg kicked out, and Zhou Yi stopped right next to the old man, as if a huge boulder had rolled down from the top of the mountain.

"I didn't kill him. He's still alive."

Everyone was speechless when they heard this.

What was the difference between this and killing him? Cultivators were used to being high and mighty, used to being revered by the world. In the past, no matter how high they stood, falling down would hurt.

"Senior-apprentice Brother Ling Hao is mighty!"

"Senior brother Ling Hao is domineering!"

When he was beaten up earlier, all of the disciples were not Zhou Cheng's match, and even the Successor Disciple Xue Hua had his arm cut off, so no one dared to challenge Zhou Cheng. Now that Ling Hao had appeared, many people naturally looked forward to him beating Zhou Cheng up.

Yang Linglong looked at the jubilant disciples and slightly smiled. Since then, Ling Hao's prestige in the academy has deepened, so her smile became even sweeter.

The two Mo Luo elders led Zhou Cheng, whose cultivation had been destroyed, down the mountain sadly. If they knew this would happen before they left, they definitely wouldn't have come.

On the way back to his residence, Ling Hao looked inside and found that the sun in his dantian was becoming hotter and hotter. He was stunned for a moment; in the recent few battles, his true essence had condensed even more, and this was the trend of breaking through to the Second Sky.

He went back and locked the door.

Sitting on the bed, Zhang Xuan channeled the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth into his dantian. The sun carried a suction force, causing the zhenqi in his body to return to the water like a fish.

The night passed. Early the next morning, after Ling Hao got up, his strength or true essence cohesiveness had grown even deeper.

"With my current strength, I'm actually able to compete with a true essence master of the sixth heaven, and not low at all."

"This is a qualitative change, the golden True Yang is too rare, it has a high affinity with the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, so naturally the body's strength is boundless."

"Father has waited for Mother for twelve years. It's time for me to go to the Shaoshou City and take a look. If Grandpa dares to stop me, I'll forcefully take him away." Ling Hao thought of what he should do and immediately headed to Vermillion Bird Hall.

When the Vermillion Bird Hall's Hall Master saw Ling Hao, his jaw almost dropped from shock. Second Heavenly Layer?

This was a cultivation genius, but he still felt that something was wrong. The power of this youth was endless, and it wasn't as simple as it seemed.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master didn't pursue this matter any further. On the path of cultivation, everyone had their own lucky chances. Even if it was a boundless fortuitous encounter, it still wasn't yours.

The two of them sat opposite each other.

"Ling Hao, how long are you going to be gone for?"

"That depends."

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master's face flashed with worry, and he immediately said, "Yesterday he was crippled, Zhou Cheng. Yesterday he was crippled, he was a young genius of the Mo Luo Clan, just like Chen Zongyang, you must know that you killed Chen Zongyang and we did not blame you for it.

"But the Mo Luo clan is different. This clan is ranked fourth in the top ten clans of the Gu Yue Empire. It can be seen how powerful they are. I am afraid that when you go out, these people will send their experts to kill you."

Ling Hao laughed and said, "Cultivation is always about defying the heavens and defying the heavens. If you don't advance, you retreat. If you are afraid of all these, how can you talk about immortality? "

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master looked at him seriously, his heart trembling. This young man was courageous and scheming. Even if he didn't have such talent, he believed that he would still be a dragon amongst men in the future.