C39 Chen Zongyang

Was he going to be serious?

Yang Linglong held his breath, looking forward to Ling Hao's miracles.

Everyone's eyes were fixated on 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.

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

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

All the true disciples from the four halls looked at each other. The future cultivation path of the golden sun definitely would not stop at the True Yang realm.

The golden monster attracted everyone's attention. The golden light was glaring, and it rushed towards Chen Zongyang who had a look of shock 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."

The ice energy in the huge palm became denser and denser. This was Chen Zongyang's trump card, and it had never been used before.

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 held onto 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.

After that, he rushed into the sky, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth. He laughed miserably, "Ling Hao, do you think that's all?"

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 of his arms struck out consecutively, causing the naked eye to not be able to see clearly. Ling Hao coldly laughed and said: "Exhausting the power of the True Yang, using the sacred art, how laughable."

Ling Hao raised his sword and stabbed forward, breaking a few arms, in an instant, all the arms were cut off!

"Impossible, ah ah ah ah!" Chen Zongyang shouted in shock as he spat out blood.

The White Tiger Hall Master revealed a look of disbelief, his normally treasured disciple 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's clothes fluttered in the wind as he walked towards Chen Zongyang who was lying on the ground and said indifferently: "I hate schemes and tricks."

"So, go die." A ray of sword aura struck over, Chen Zongyang was unable to resist, and then, his body was decapitated.

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

Just like that, a white-clothed youth like this, killed Chen Zongyang who was unrestrained for so many years?

The Yan Clan Institution had undergone a huge change. The White Tiger Hall, which had always been arrogant and despotic, was now like a quiet little sheep after Chen Zongyang's death.

The disciples of the Vermillion Bird Hall were respected by the other three halls, and they understood that it was because of Ling Hao.

Everyone now knew one person. Ling Hao was someone they were happy to talk about. It was because he could break the legend and all the disciples respectfully called him Senior Brother.

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

In the following days, Ling Hao cultivated alone in his room. Through this cultivation, the First Sky of the True Yang became firmer.

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

"With my current cultivation level, I can go visit that Young County City." He muttered, "With grandfather's cultivation level, even if I use all of his strength, it would still be difficult for him to resist. Even if he were to forcefully take mother away, I don't want 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." Lan Ruozhi was a few years older than Ling Hao, and her beautiful face was slightly flushed.

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

"Such as?" Lan Ruzhi looked at him curiously. "I once thought that Chen Zongyang was already an exceptional 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.