Li Hao charged the moment that the other powerhouses retreated. Out in front, Xu Zhen and the others didn’t mind the action. It wasn’t Li Hao’s first time rushing out. Everything was fine so long as it wasn’t Hong Yitang.1

It was then that the young man suddenly roared, “Kill!”0

A ferocious tiger seemed to descend from the mountain; his roar reverberated in their ear drums. A formidable mind intent exploded. The group saw a lot of things—mountains, rivers, a tiger, a tree…0

The lithe Weeping Willow Sword danced through the air, but this time, it struck like a venomous snake! It was locked onto one person and nothing would deter it from its target. It was everywhere and anywhere. Lights of five colors shone in all directions. Seawater rocked violently and waves reared. Xu Zhen was propelled a step forward. Eyes widening, he attempted to kick Li Hao away as before.0

But this time, the young man remained unmoving after a loud collision!0

“Be careful!” shouted the old man with white hair. He swiftly stepped forward and blasted with a punch!0

Li Hao’s sword didn’t seem that...0