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While a cold light flashed in Ye Hao's eyes, he had already charged into the Spiritual Array with unparalleled speed.

"Idiots who seek their own deaths."

"Haha, is he thinking of killing Son-of-Saint Qing Hong and the Black Demon Holy Son in thirty breaths?"

"Slave Cultivator is indeed Slave Cultivator, like a frog at the bottom of a well. I thought that just by relying on a secret treasure, I could fight against Son-of-Saint Level Expert, I am really stupid."

"How could he know that after we got our guard up, the Secret Treasure didn't have much use?"

"Alright, hurry up and break the Spiritual Array. A Slave Cultivator has delayed us by half an incense stick. It's simply a joke."

Towards Ye Hao's actions, Faang Tiandou and the rest all laughed coldly, not bothering to stop him at all. In their eyes, if he were to barge into the Spiritual Array and face the two Son-of-Saint Level Expert, it would still be a dead end.

In the next moment, the six Son-of-Saint Level Expert who were separated from the Spiritual Array, faintly prevented others from collecting the Paramount Fire. At the same time, many Spiritual Energy Arts that were filled with terrifying undulations exploded out, constantly tearing at the entire Spiritual Array.

At this time, within the Six Dragons Wind Gale Formation, Son-of-Saint Qing Hong and the son of the Black Demon God had, in such a short period of time, annihilated two of the six Wind Dragon.

"Hehe, the fearless Slave Cultivator, you actually dare to barge into the Spiritual Array, are you treating us like weaklings?"

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong could not help but sneer disdainfully at Ye Hao's appearance. As for the Black Demon Holy Son, he was too lazy to even say anything else as his tower-like body smashed into the third Wind Dragon and rushed towards Ye Hao with an evil grin.

"I will crush your bones inch by inch so that you will understand … "The Holy Son, do not be insulted."

The Black Demon Holy Son opened his mouth, and his white teeth flashed with a cold light. The muscles all over his body were like molten metal, full of explosive power.

"A bunch of useless things."

Ye Hao sneered and revealed his true power. He punched towards the Black Demon Holy Son that was charging towards him like a giant mountain.

"The Slave Cultivator is indeed the Slave Cultivator. Foolish and unaware, the Profound Demon Sect's body refining technique shakes the Eastern Desolation, and the Profound Demon Holy Son places the most emphasis on the physique. His physique, even if compared to some of the spirit bodies, is not that much weaker, to actually dare to overestimate his own strength and fight against him.

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong sneered, as if he could already see the scene of the youth being smashed into pieces.

Indeed, at this moment, the Profound Demon Holy Son was like a Prehistoric Monster, bringing with him an aura that could topple mountains and overturn the seas, a monstrous impact that seemed to be able to crush everything.

As for Ye Hao, the aura around his body was not obvious. Even his fists appeared to be thin and weak. The contrast between the two was too obvious.

Boom!

Under Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's mocking gaze, the two of them finally collided like a comet. Terrifying air waves exploded as dust waves billowed up into the sky.

"How boring."

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong shook his head and destroyed the fourth Wind Dragon. He started to think about how he could get the Paramount Fire later.

However, before he could think too much about it, a figure that looked like a rag bag flew out from the smoke and dust that filled the sky, causing him to open his eyes wide with a face full of astonishment.

"How is this possible?!"

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's pupils suddenly contracted and his face revealed disbelief and shock.

This was because the figure that was sent flying wasn't the youngster he had expected. He was the Black Demon Holy Son who was famous for his strong physique.

The son of the Black Demon God was tall and sturdy, filled with explosive power. But at this moment, his body that seemed like it was made of molten metal was actually covered in shocking cracks, like porcelain on the verge of breaking. It was extremely terrifying.

Swish!

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong hadn't even fully recovered yet, when another figure rushed out from the smoke and dust like a black arrow. It instantly caught up to the Profound Demon Holy Son, who was sent flying. Under Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's terrified gaze, another punch was thrown out.

Boom!

The fist landed with earth-shattering force. The Profound Demon Holy Son's entire body exploded like a watermelon. From the moment he attacked to the moment he fell, he didn't even have the time to say a single word.

"You chose the wrong opponent for the body competition."

Ye Hao's expression was indifferent. He still did not emit any strong aura from his body. However, occasionally, he would reveal a trace of Qi and blood that was as vast as a dragon. It was abnormally terrifying.

With two punches, he had directly killed the son of the Black Magic Sect. This was partly because Ye Hao had already broken through his Late Period of Tao Soul and his strength had greatly increased.

Secondly, the Black Demon Holy Son had chosen the stupidest method of attack. If it wasn't for his body colliding with Ye Hao's body, Ye Hao wouldn't have been able to kill him so easily.

After all, no matter how strong the body tempering techniques of the Black Demon Sect were, how could they be stronger than Dragon-Mounting Tripolar Stage?

Ye Hao kept the Storage Bag of the Black Demon Holy Son and looked at Son-of-Saint Qing Hong indifferently.

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's scalp was tingling, as if he was being stared at by a Prehistoric Monster that was going to swallow him up. No matter how stupid he was, at this moment, he realized that this young man's strength was absolutely terrifying.

To be able to kill the Black Demon Holy Son in two punches, the Son-of-Saint of Liehyang must have not been ambushed by some sort of secret treasure.

"You … Who exactly are you? "

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's face paled and fear appeared in his eyes. The power in his body burst out without restraint. His strength was on par with the Black Demon Holy Son. Didn't that mean that it wouldn't be difficult for the young man to kill him?

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong was really panicking, but at the same time he was terrified, his heart was also filled with bewilderment. Even if a fellow Holy Son wanted to kill a Son-of-Saint Level genius, he would not be able to do it as easily as a teenager.

One must know that they were the strongest of the young generation, and were all part of the transcendent powers. How could they have been stomped over by a Slave Cultivator that came from a subsidiary power?

Such a frightening strength would likely not be much inferior to the Ancient Sword Sect's heaven's pride level experts.

Could it be that the young man in front of him had walked out from a Immortal Confucian Orthodoxy or an Longevity Family?

While Son-of-Saint Qing Hong was constantly guessing and feeling uneasy, Ye Hao grinned: "Me? Isn't it just the ant Slave Cultivator you guys have been looking down on? "

Looking at his smile, the fear in Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's eyes became even more intense. At this moment, the boy was like a demon in his eyes.

Boom boom!

Suddenly, the entire Six Dragons Wind Gale Formation exploded with a series of explosions, some of them showing signs of crumbling. Evidently, with the combined power of the six Son-of-Saint Level Expert outside, this top-notch Spiritual Array could not be maintained for long.

"All of you, hurry up and break the formation. Don't hold back …"

He was unable to fight against the young man alone, but don't forget that there were still six heaven's pride experts in Son-of-Saint Level outside. Especially Lee Tian'gang, Zhou Hantian, and Xu Yijian, three of the top experts in Son-of-Saint Level.

However, before Son-of-Saint Qing Hong could finish his sentence, a life and death crisis struck him. His expression changed drastically and he threw a punch forward with his combat awareness alone.

Boom!

As the muffled sound reverberated, Son-of-Saint Qing Hong felt an unimaginably huge force engulf his entire body along his arm. He stared in horror at the young man who had appeared in front of him unknowingly, and finally understood why the Profound Demon Holy Son was killed by two fists. The young man's Physical Strength was so terrifying, to the point that it was on the tip of his fingers.

Pfft!

The immense power surged like a tidal wave, causing Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's entire body to rumble. His arm seemed to be on the verge of breaking, and he vomited a mouthful of blood as he flew backwards like a kite with its string cut.

"Godly Phantom of Qing Hong!"

"Rising Sun Slash of Qing Hong!"

After all, he was a prodigy of the Son-of-Saint Level. Once he was mentally prepared, even if Son-of-Saint Qing Hong was not as strong as Ye Hao, he would still perform an incantation as he flew backwards, activating his Dao Soul without any hesitation, and unleashing his most powerful ability at the same time.

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong was really going all out. As long as he could endure for another six breaths, Wu Tie and the others would be able to break through the Spiritual Array. At that time, if the seven of them worked together, they would definitely be able to kill this frighteningly strong youth.2

Swish!

A streak of blue light, which looked like a rainbow that pierced through the sky, was filled with an incomparably sharp and terrifying aura. As it tore through space, it instantly slashed towards Ye Hao.

This attack was very powerful. Even Son-of-Saint Level Expert, who was of the same rank as him, did not dare to take it head on. Unfortunately, the one he met was Ye Hao.

Facing the cyan light, Ye Hao seemed to be unaware of the threat and rushed towards Son-of-Saint Qing Hong as if he had turned a blind eye.

"Haha, idiot!"

Seeing that the teenager did not dodge, Son-of-Saint Qing Hong was ecstatic. His face was so excited that it looked ferocious. However, in the next moment, his expression froze and his eyes widened. He was as if he had seen a ghost, and an unprecedented look of shock emerged on his face.

"Impossible!"

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong screamed as a bone-piercing chill rushed up from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head. Black-Cloaked Youth's body was surrounded by magical runes and facing the rainbow light that could even tear through space, he passed through as if he was unharmed.

This scene completely overturned Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's thoughts, because even if a Celestial Phenomenon Stage Ranker could easily block this attack, they would not be able to do so. It was as if the ability that he had just displayed was just a fake image, without any attack power.

But that was impossible, because from the aura the rainbow light was emitting, as well as the degree of space tearing, his technique was definitely far above normal.

"Could it be that his Southern Domain …"

Suddenly, Son-of-Saint Qing Hong seemed to have thought of something and his body shook. Unfortunately, Ye Hao was already closing in on him. His hand was like an iron hoop grabbing his neck. With a fierce grip, Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's remaining words were completely extinguished.

Ye Hao's Body of Holy Spirit could use six breaths of time in total, and was nearly eighty percent immune to spirit energy attacks. Just now, when he used it again, it took three breaths of time to kill Son-of-Saint of Liehyang, but after that, the Body of Holy Spirit Rune in his body finally dimmed down and he was unable to use it again for a short period of time.

Boom!

At this moment, the Six Dragons Astral Wind Formation completely collapsed.

Lee Tian'gang and the others appeared with overwhelming might. However, when they clearly saw the scene in front of them, their faces changed from fright.

Due to the obstruction of the Spiritual Array, they weren't clear about what was happening inside. However, a few of them believed that even if Son-of-Saint Qing Hong and his companion were unable to kill the youth, they would definitely be able to severely injure him.

But who would have thought that the first person they would see after smashing the Spiritual Array was Black-Cloaked Youth, who was carrying Son-of-Saint Qing Hong like a dead dog.

Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's presence was gone, and what was left of the Profound Demon Holy Son was only a pile of minced meat. The two heaven's pride level experts of Son-of-Saint Level had all died within the short span of thirty breaths.

Ye Hao kept Son-of-Saint Qing Hong's Storage Bag, then released his grip on them and turned to look at the six Son-of-Saint Level geniuses. He raised his eyebrows and laughed lightly: "Now tell me, where did your confidence come from?"

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