Divine Seal: Fire Kirin Fly Template, shattering the Demon God Pillar!

Chapter 17: Saving Yang Wenzhao! Becoming the Focus of the Finals
The winds of change have already gathered in the holy city.

For Li Hao, the preliminary rounds of the Demon Hunter Team selection competition were less of a competition and more of a series of tedious formalities.

The number of participants in the Warrior's Temple is the highest among the six temples, but the quality varies greatly.

In the first match, Li Hao stepped onto the ring.

The opponent was a burly man in his early twenties, wielding a heavy shield, and possessing the cultivation of a fourth-tier Grand Master, making him one of the best among his peers.

When he saw the six-stripe badge on Li Hao's chest, which represented a sixth-level Battle Master, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the confident expression on his face instantly froze.

"Game start!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the burly man slammed his heavy shield, which he had been holding high, to the ground with a loud thud. He swallowed hard, raised his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I...I concede."

Just kidding! A fourth-tier fighter against a sixth-tier fighter?

He's a sixth-tier, sixth-level monster!
That wasn't a competition; it was a one-sided beating.

He didn't want to be blasted off the stage in front of tens of thousands of people; how could he live his life after that?
The next few matches were exactly the same.

Li Hao's name seemed to have become a curse. Some of his opponents turned pale when they saw the match list, while others would stand there symbolically for a few seconds after going on stage before conceding defeat with a wry smile.

Li Hao didn't even have a chance to warm up. He just stood on the stage for a while and won first place in the Warrior Temple preliminary round with a perfect record.

The whole process was so uneventful that Li Hao yawned repeatedly.

Wang Yuanyuan also advanced to the top ten in the preliminary round along with him.

With her fifth-tier, second-level cultivation and the Giant Spirit God Shield, Wang Yuanyuan overcame all obstacles and, despite some setbacks, secured second place.

The preliminary rounds of the Warrior's Temple lasted for six full days.

On the third day, a small incident occurred!

……

"Yang Wenzhao, how dare you!"

A cold, yet murderous female voice rang out from the depths of the alley, shattering the tranquility of the night.

Li Hao paused, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a girl at the end of the alley, holding a dagger and pointing it at a blond young man.

The girl's figure appeared and disappeared in the moonlight, as if she might merge into the darkness at any moment.

The killing intent emanating from his body was so solid that it froze the air.

The blond youth she was pointing at was none other than Yang Wenzhao, the grandson of Alliance Leader Yang Haohan, who was the leader of the Knights' Temple this time.

At this moment, Yang Wenzhao held a long sword, his face was solemn, and cold sweat even seeped from his forehead.

He could clearly feel that the other party's killing intent had completely locked onto him, and that if he made the slightest move, a thunderous strike would come.

"Who are you, and why did you ambush me?" Yang Wenzhao asked in a deep voice.

You shouldn't have hurt him!

The only response to Yang Wenzhao was the girl's cold voice. The dagger sliced ​​through the air and, once again, pointed directly at Yang Wenzhao's throat at a tricky angle.

"you……"

Yang Wenzhao was caught off guard and his knight's armor was torn, blood seeping from the wound.

"Crazy woman, who should I not hurt? Just tell me!" Yang Wenzhao dodged, but inwardly he was already in deep distress.

At the same time, he had a vague suspicion in his mind.

It's very likely related to that equally crazy kid from the previous match; the only person I've injured recently is that kid.

He never expected that his normal competition would attract such a terrifying assassin; it was truly an undeserved disaster.

Just as Yang Zhaowen was in grave danger, a slightly mocking voice lazily came from the alley entrance.

"Tsk tsk, who do we have here! It's the Holy Maiden of the Assassin's Temple, bullying our Knight's Temple's rising star here!"

The Holy Maiden of the Assassin's Temple?
Yang Wenzhao was suspicious, and then he and Sheng Cai'er turned their heads to look at the same time.

Li Hao strolled in leisurely, hands in his pockets, a playful smile on his face.

The tense atmosphere before him seemed to him nothing more than an interesting drama. "Li Hao?" Yang Wenzhao was both surprised and delighted.

He had seen Li Hao's rising star from afar several times.

If they are truly powerful, they might be able to stop today's farce!

Saint Cai'er's icy purple eyes narrowed slightly as they fell on Li Hao, her killing intent pressing down on him without any attempt to conceal it.

However, the terrifying killing intent that was enough to make an ordinary fifth-tier professional lose their composure was completely ineffective when it landed on Li Hao, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.

As if he hadn't noticed anything, Li Hao walked between the two, stretched, yawned, and said, "So, you're Cai'er, right?"

"Why aren't you sleeping at night? Why are you playing scary games here?"

"What happens on the field should be settled on the field. Don't you think resorting to these underhanded tactics is a bit beneath you?"

His words, seemingly meant to offer advice, actually directly characterized Sheng Cai'er's behavior as underhanded and low-class.

Saint Cheryl's eyes instantly turned sharp as knives: "Don't meddle in other people's business!"

“Trivial matters? I don’t think they are trivial matters.”

Li Hao shrugged, his smile undiminished. "I just can't stand this kind of domineering behavior. If you fall down, you get back up."

"If you're unhappy about this, and you run into him in the finals, beat him half to death, and I guarantee I'll applaud."

"But now, in front of me, this won't work."

Li Hao's tone remained relaxed, but his words carried an undeniable air of authority.

Saint Cai'er gave Li Hao a deep look, a hint of surprise flashing in her icy purple eyes.

She desperately wanted to attack, but the pressure from the man before her was even greater than that from facing a seventh-tier expert.

It was an absolute confidence stemming from the level of life itself, as if even if the sky were to fall, he could punch a hole in it.

After a moment of silence, the murderous aura surrounding Sheng Cai'er slowly subsided.

With a cold snort, he vanished into the darkness like a ghost, leaving behind only a chilling statement.

"Yang Wenzhao, I'll be waiting for you in the finals."

Only when Sheng Cai'er's breath completely disappeared did Yang Wenzhao breathe a long sigh of relief, feeling that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He turned to look at Li Hao, who was also leaving, his face full of complicated emotions.

……

Three days later, the league's executive committee will begin the final draw ceremony.

Sixty geniuses from the six great temples gathered together, the atmosphere solemn yet tinged with suppressed excitement.

Yang Wenzhao specifically sought out Li Hao, and solemnly bowed, saying, "Brother Li, I am extremely grateful for what happened that day. I will do anything you ask, even at the cost of my life."

Li Hao was idly looking at the murals on the dome of the government hall when he heard this. He waved his hand with a smile and said, "Alright, stop nagging! I told you, I just look down on that kind of domineering behavior."

"You have to win back your pride on the field! What's the point of resorting to underhanded tactics?"

He patted Yang Wenzhao on the shoulder with an expression that said, "I believe in you."

Yang Wenzhao was taken aback, then nodded with a wry smile.

He understood what Li Hao meant; he was being encouraged to respond to Sheng Cai'er's provocation with his own strength.

He remembered this kindness.

"quiet!"

A loud voice echoed throughout the hall. The person in charge of presiding over this lottery ceremony was none other than Ren Wokuang, the deputy temple master of the Warrior's Temple.

This deputy hall master was as burly as a bear, with a booming voice, and exuded an imposing aura even without anger.

As he announced the lottery rules, Li Hao keenly sensed several powerful gazes directed at him from the second floor of the hall.

Li Hao glanced up casually, a barely perceptible smirk playing on his lips.

"Me...I've become the center of attention?"

(End of this chapter)