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

Ling Hao looked at the incoming beam of light, his figure was like a swimming dragon, in the blink of an eye he was already behind Zhou Cheng. With his back facing, the eyes of the old man beside Zhou Cheng suddenly shrunk.

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.

He held onto his chest, his face was pale as he looked at Ling Hao: "I never thought that you would hide your strength, but you think you can defeat me just like that, 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.

However, upon 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 was startled, his move was actually unable to catch Ling Hao's figure, and did not even manage to stab him.

"I don't believe it!" Zhou Cheng shouted, "Wild dragon in the sky!" He used all his strength in using this spear, the silver spear turned into a dragon, ferociously pouncing towards Ling Hao.

He was at the fourth stage of the True Yang, so whenever he moved, the space would tremble and all obstacles within a radius of several tens of meters would be annihilated.

Ling Hao looked at the sinister dragon head, his heart calm. The [Nine Heavens Creation Art] that he cultivated was the number one cultivation grimoire in history, the average person's spirit energy reaching the True Yang realm was very different from his.

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!"

Ling Hao struck out with his palm, causing the dragon head to disappear in an instant. Immediately after, Zhou Cheng felt that he no longer had any true energy in his dantian for him to use. He sat on the ground, and muttered with a miserable expression on his face: "I lost, I lost to a nameless brat like you."

"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 killing ordinary disciples of the academy, he had also killed disciples of his 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 Moro." The grey-robed old man walked up, cupping his fist and speaking calmly. He was a member of the Moro, and in the clan rankings, he was one head above the Psionic Flame Clan.

I assume you wouldn't dare to do it.

Ling Hao shot him a glance and lightly said: "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 grey-clothed old man, and the old man's face instantly turned ashen. He said coldly: "Under this old man's command, if you can even touch a single hair on Zhou Cheng's head, then you're considered powerful."

"Sure." Ling Hao smiled slightly, "Four great Hall Master Lords, this disciple, in order to gain the academy's dignity, requests the four of you to come out and fight."

Everyone understood the meaning of this formation.

This was the Psionic Flame Clan, a place that had existed for tens of thousands of years. It was the first time this happened in front of a sect gate, and six disciples were killed in vain.

The Four Great Hall Master s all wanted to kill that Zhou Cheng, but because of their identity, they naturally understood after hearing Ling Hao's words.

"Just don't bother with the matters of the younger generation, alright?" Vermillion Bird Hall Master looked at the grey robed elder with a smile. When he said these words, he felt incomparably carefree in his heart.

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

"That's right, you are a deacon of the Moro. Could it be that you are going to bully the younger generation using your cultivation level?" The White Tiger Hall Master was also supporting Ling Hao at the moment, so he was quite rational in major matters.

The Four Great Hall Master s stood forward at the same time. Their aura, was intangible saying, if you dare to stop us, we will dare to kill you!