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Zhong Ming was ready to make his move. This unknown person had aroused his fighting spirit. He intended to give Xuan Hao a small punishment, but realized that he hadn't recovered much of his Spiritual Energy.

He looked at Xuan Hao who had obviously restrained his aura. He raised his eyebrows and placed his hands behind his back. Following that, his imposing manner also dropped.

However, the confrontation between the two of them did not break.

As time passed, Xuan Hao suddenly remembered Zhong Ming's words. She had once said that he wouldn't be in the Psionic Imperial Realm for more than a month. What did that mean? He isn't from the Psionic Imperial Realm? He actually wasn't from the Spirit King Realm! Then how did he get here?

The current situation on the continent was no longer that of the ancient era. Xuan Hao seemed to wake up from a dream. He had been in the Spirit King Realm since he had awakened, so naturally, he brought the familiarity of this region into his own body. However, he didn't think about the fact that his current world had long since changed.

All of Xuan Hao's memories from the past were from the ancient era. The real Spirit King Realm was only familiar to him because of the memories of the big black snake, and now that Xuan Hao thought about it, the words that Zhong Ming had once said immediately reminded him of something outside of the Spirit King Realm. He realized that he knew nothing about the situation on the continent right now.

The depths of Xuan Hao's eyes instantly froze. Right now, he was like a old man who had returned from the deep mountains, completely unaware of everything … He couldn't help but feel a trace of fear. He slowly recalled everything he had done, and realized that his world had been restricted by his insignificant Sky Demon Clan. Everything he had done now was unknown to him, and the unknown was the most frightening thing he had ever done.

Xuan Hao recalled as he stared at Zhong Ming. He noticed that Zhong Ming slightly raised his hand and then put it down, and immediately felt relieved. He gathered his thoughts. Right now, the most important thing for him to do was to reverse Zhong Ming's state. He could not become a demon, absolutely not.

The moment Zhong Ming lowered his hand, Xuan Hao instantly let out a sigh of relief. He wanted to attack himself, but for some reason, he gave up the idea of fighting. Zhong Ming's action made Xuan Hao feel slightly happy. He looked at Zhong Ming, who was obviously not conscious at the moment, and his gaze softened a little.

However, those blood-red eyes gave off a frightening and frightening feeling, so to the confused Zhong Ming, the gentleness in his eyes was no different from the air. He felt that he was not aware of Xuan Hao's thoughts, and was even less able to analyze Xuan Hao's actions. Right now, he would not observe in detail. He would only submit to his instincts and see if there was any hostility between them from the surface. In a way, he was no different from a child with a pure mind.

As the two slowly let their guard down, they were caught off guard.

"Weng ~ ~ ~" A low sound of vibration slowly came out. Xuan Hao and Zhong Ming raised their heads at the same time and looked at each other. Their eyes instantly turned sharp, as if the air had turned into a battlefield for their eyes. The wariness that the two of them had put down after a long standoff had instantly risen to the level of caution that they had been on earlier.

Xuan Hao was the first to react. This didn't belong to the two of them. It seemed as if the voice came from afar.

The sound became louder and louder as it came from behind the two of them. Layers of sound waves rippled and spread through the frozen air, slowly crashing into obstacles and sending out tremors that shook the earth even more.

Xuan Hao was wary of the unknown danger behind him as he slowly conveyed his good will to Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming stood in front of Xuan Hao with his dark red eyes. He raised his left hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose with the back of his hand. Then, he let out a crisp and cold snort. Right now, his voice seemed to have returned to its original clear quality, so much so that even his cold snort seemed to carry the arrogance of a youth, and was no longer terrifyingly hoarse.

Xuan Hao was surprised to see his master make such a childish gesture. He was slightly dazed. He instantly retracted his consciousness, lifted his thin eyelids, and slightly curled the corners of his lips. His master looked a little cute like she didn't want to help him recover. What should he do?

Xuan Hao slightly wavered for a moment, but he was instantly startled by this master who was a little arrogant and dainty a second ago. This person was dressed in black, and his figure was lean and lean. His legs were slender and straight, and his face was white and exquisite like jade. However, the outline of his facial features was extremely solid, and he was handsome and stiff. Such a master stared at him with those black eyes that were faintly suffused with a dark red color. He then suddenly lifted his slender right leg and stomped it down, pouncing on him.

Xuan Hao looked at the handsome face of his master that was getting closer and closer to him in an instant. After being frightened, his right foot stepped on the ground as he flew backwards. However, the moment he flew up, he heard the faint whistling of the wind behind him.

"Don't move..." Xuan Hao had already flown into the air and found it difficult to borrow strength from the air, but he heard a clear, low, and deliberately suppressed warning.

Right now, he was in Zhong Ming's backward dodging position. He stood in the air and looked at Zhong Ming with shock as his lips slightly moved. Did Zhong Ming recover his consciousness now? Impossible! Xuan Hao's mind spun rapidly. He looked at Zhong Ming's dark red eyes and confirmed Zhong Ming's thoughts that he was not in the right state of mind. However, he had said something else when he rushed over. What kind of situation was this?

Because of Xuan Hao's consideration of this, he retreated to the next stone pillar and stopped moving. However, Zhong Ming's actions still did not change, he just pounced towards him. It was a small trumpet, and he could clearly feel the wind blowing behind him.

Xuan Hao's gaze turned cold as he instantly jumped down from the pillar. The moment he jumped down, he looked up at Zhong Ming who pounced at him, as well as the dark figure behind him. He was both glad and confused. He was glad that he was smart and dodged the pincer attack, but he was also confused about Zhong Ming's actions. His sudden sobriety made Xuan Hao believe in him for a moment. However, when he was clear-headed, Xuan Hao seemed to tell him to not move. Then, Zhong Ming was in cahoots with the black shadow behind him. However, the information he had just sent out did not reveal his hostility towards him. Now, he had to follow another group of monsters. What kind of monsters would attack him from both sides? This didn't make sense!

Xuan Hao fell down. In that moment, he tried his best to twist his body in the air. Both of his hands turned into dragon claws and embedded into the stone pillar beside him. His dragon arm was very strong, and its claws were also very sharp. In an instant, it had stabbed into the stone pillar beside him, making it look as simple as inserting tofu.

Xuan Hao steadied his body and used his arm to move his body upwards. He then lifted his dragon claw and began to climb upwards. With just his hands, he was able to move his body upwards step by step. Originally, it should have been slightly strenuous, but at Xuan Hao's side, it was as easy as cultivation. The dragon race's body fitness level was indeed high.

Xuan Hao quickly climbed to the stone pillar he had just stood on. He restrained his breath as he climbed up and decided to observe secretly to protect Zhong Ming. However, just as he was about to reveal a bit of the Spiritual Sense, and was trying his best to conceal his own Demonic Qi, he discovered something that surprised him.

He exerted strength in both his hands in an instant and moved his body up, leaping onto the stone pillar. Clang clang clang clang * The sound of the floor hitting could be heard, what entered his eyes was Zhong Ming's extremely violent behavior.

His two hands tightly grabbed onto that pile of black stuff, his entire body appearing extremely manic. He kept lifting that lump of unknown black monster, which he couldn't even see clearly from behind, and then smashed it against the ground. Then, he instantly lifted him up and flung him horizontally toward the edge of the pillar, smashing apart a few stone pillars one after another with great force.

However, Zhong Ming didn't give the monster any chance to catch his breath, he instantly chased after the monster, lifted it up and threw it into the air. Zhong Ming didn't give the monster any time to catch his breath, instantly chased the monster, lifted it up and threw it into the air.

Zhong Ming seemed to want to vent his anger. His series of actions didn't even count as a fight between cultivators. It was a one-sided violence.

Xuan Hao did not stop Zhong Ming from continuing to beat him up. He stood quietly at the side, his hands regaining the fair and slender arms of the young man. The torn black sleeves on his shoulders were left hanging in the air, and he exuded a kind of lazy yet extremely powerful charm.1

He crouched down and sat on the stone pillar. One leg was bent, the same arm over the leg, the other extended, swinging back and forth on the edge of the pillar, hands behind his back.

This person actually wanted to watch the show!

Xuan Hao was like a popinjay now. He was kind enough to put a barrier around himself to prevent Zhong Ming from causing him any further harm.

He was no longer in a hurry and had completely abandoned the urge to rush in. He didn't know how much time had passed since he entered this place. Xuan Hao estimated that it hadn't been more than two days. However, this wasn't necessarily the case.

This underground space had always been like dusk, and some places were even like night. There was no way to tell day and night, and he had no way to tell right now. After staying in this space for so long, he was no longer sensitive to the passage of time. Now, he even wanted to give up on the progress of rushing time.

The corner of his mouth slightly raised, and his pair of peach blossom eyes were smiling as he looked at his master. Meanwhile, Zhong Ming was outside of the enchantment, stretching his muscles and bones to his heart's content as he continuously smashed on the ground, causing the entire space to seem to tremble.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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