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

Chapter 20: The Shock Brought by Li Hao! The Entire Audience Shocked
The whole place was in deathly silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the godlike figure, their minds blank.

One sword strike, just one sword strike!
That arrogant seventh-tier magical beast... just like that, gone?
The silence lasted for a full three seconds before being shattered by a sharp, almost piercing scream.

"God-Slaying Strike! That's...that's the God-Slaying Strike that only an eighth-tier Battle Emperor can cultivate!"

Someone in the audience shouted this, and it was like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves!

"What? An eighth-tier combat skill?"

"Are you kidding me! He's only at the sixth rank! Using an eighth-rank skill at the sixth rank? Does he have enough spiritual power? Can his body handle it?"

"My God, what am I seeing? Spiritual energy transforming into wings, instantly killing a seventh-tier magical beast, and now an eighth-tier combat skill... Is this kid some old monster from the Holy Temple Alliance in disguise?!"

The murmurs, exclamations, and gasps of shock merged into a cacophony that nearly lifted the dome of the entire Knight's Holy Mountain.

Everyone stared at the figure slowly descending from mid-air as if it were a monster; the previous shock had completely turned into horror and disbelief.

The atmosphere on the second floor of the council chamber was even more tense.

"Pervert! He's a complete and utter pervert!"

The old man in the Soul Temple, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his cloudy eyes flashing with a sharp light as he stared intently at Li Hao.

He uttered two words, his tone filled with frustration.

"With a sixth-tier body bearing the power of an eighth-tier single-target combat skill, what is this kid's body made of? Are his meridians forged from refined gold?"

"Hahahaha!"

Ren Wo Kuang's signature booming laughter rang out again as he slammed his hand on the solid armrest, making the whole room vibrate.

"Old man Ying, are you convinced now?"

"Do you understand now? What is talent? What is prodigy? This is the future of our Warrior Temple!"

He puffed out his chest, chin held high, looking smug as if he had personally delivered the sword strike.

It's almost as if he has "Come praise me, I, the Holy Son of the Warrior Temple, am awesome!" written all over his face.

Lin Chen from the Magic Temple shook his head with a wry smile, pushed up his glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were filled with shock and helplessness.

"I understand now, but I understand even less now. This is simply... simply a miracle!"

Han Qian's expression was extremely complicated. He glanced at Ren Wokuang, who was practically jumping up and down, and waves of regret surged up in his heart.

If I had known this kid was this freakish, I would have tied him up and taken him back to the Knights' Temple no matter what!

Even if the leader says he's a "pure warrior," such a promising talent would be a huge win even if he were just a retribution knight!

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

Han Qian could only silently comfort herself, at least this prodigy was on the human side, which was better than him appearing on the demon side...

On the arena, as the last wisp of light from the six-winged white tiger was sucked into the Gate of Life, the Gate of Life flickered and slowly dissipated into the air.

Chen Ying'er stood there blankly, her mouth slightly open, her big, expressive eyes filled with confusion.

Little White... is it really gone like that?

That imposing little white rabbit, who could scare ordinary sixth-level experts into running away with their tails between their legs, was stabbed back with a single sword strike.
Li Hao landed slowly, his heavy sword hitting the ground with a muffled thud.

The golden wings on its back gradually disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

He looked at the pink-skirted girl opposite him, who was still in a state of malfunction, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth.

"Admit defeat! Your six-winged white tiger is strong, but it's still far from enough." Li Hao's tone was calm, as if stating a fact.

"If you can summon a genuine eighth-tier magical beast, you might be able to cause me some trouble."

The sheer confidence in those words made Chen Ying'er, who had just come to her senses, blush with anger. What did "a tiny bit of trouble" mean?
Who are you looking down on?
No matter how unwilling she was, looking at Li Hao's nonchalant demeanor and the small crater on the ground caused by the "blood," all her words of rebuttal stuck in her throat.

We can't beat them, we really can't beat them!
This guy isn't human at all; he's a demon king in human skin!

"Ouch——!"

Chen Ying'er let out a mournful cry, like a small animal, and stomped her foot angrily.

Finally, with her lips pursed, she reluctantly squeezed out three words: "I...I give up!"

As the referee loudly announced the result of the match, this highly anticipated duel came to a complete end in a way that no one had expected.

……

As soon as Li Hao stepped off the stage, a beautiful figure darted over in a flash.

"Li Hao! Li Hao! You're so handsome! Absolutely stunning!"

Wang Yuanyuan's eyes shone brightly, like a small satellite orbiting a star, excitedly circling around Li Hao, her eyes filled with sparkling little stars.

"That sword strike just now was... it was like a god descending to earth! It was even more shocking than when I killed that giant octopus last time!"

Although Li Hao's killing of the seventh-tier Yak Demon was equally shocking, it was an instantaneous kill, and she didn't even have time to feel the oppressive force before it was over.

But today, from directly confronting the tiger's claws, to effortlessly dismantling the attack, and finally to that earth-shattering "God-Slaying Strike".

Li Hao perfectly captured the warrior's domineering and fierce nature, as well as his leisurely and composed demeanor!
This is the true, exhilarating spirit of a warrior!
"Brother Li, congratulations!"

Yang Wenzhao also came forward, his expression somewhat complicated, a mixture of congratulations for his teammate's victory and a hint of bitterness at being left far behind.

But more than anything, it was a fighting spirit of meeting a worthy opponent, as if they had spotted a target, thinking, "Your strength is truly terrifying!"

Li Hao smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "You can do it too."

In another corner of the audience, Long Haochen looked at Li Hao, who was surrounded by a crowd, his handsome face filled with solemnity.

His fist, hidden in his sleeve, was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

too strong……

Long Haochen repeated these three words in his mind over and over again.

Both his effortless combat skills and that final, devastating sword strike brought him unprecedented pressure.

He asked himself honestly, if he were standing in the ring facing Li Hao, what would his chances of winning be?

The answer is... zero!

He had no confidence whatsoever that he would survive that sword strike.

This huge gap in strength made him feel a little powerless, but then an even stronger fighting spirit ignited from the bottom of his heart.

He...he won't give up, he's determined to catch up with, and even surpass, this goal!
As for the other contestants in the same group as Li Hao, their expressions were not so inspiring at this moment.

They were all ashen-faced, like eggplants that had been hit by frost, huddled together listlessly, and uttered mournful cries.

"It's over, it's all over... How are we supposed to fight now?"

"I was hoping to make it into the top three, but now it seems like I'll be lucky to last three moves against him."

"We used to sympathize with Group 2 as the group of death, but now I realize that our group is the real hell mode!"

"This guy isn't here to compete at all; he's here to use a dimensional advantage!"

Their eyes were filled with despair as they looked at Li Hao.

It was as if what I saw was not a competitor, but a majestic and insurmountable mountain.

(End of this chapter)