Chapter 362: A Once-in-a-Hundred-Thousand-Years Genius - Part 2
Li Hao asked curiously in return.
Gui Lingyue, seeing the misunderstanding, shook her head. “Of course not.”
After speaking, she gave Li Hao a deep look but said no more. She turned and soared off the stage, silently committing his name to memory.
When she returned to the Ghost Clan’s camp, she met the cold gaze of her elder sister. But she knew—though her sister appeared indifferent on the surface, their bond as sisters ran deep.
She lowered her head and said bitterly, “Sister, I’m afraid his primordial spirit can rival yours.”
Gui Lingshuang remained silent for a moment before finally speaking. “Once he makes it into the top ten, I’ll have him challenge me.”
Gui Lingyue was stunned. She instantly understood her sister's intent to stand up for her. She couldn't help but shake her head. Though she lost the match, her opponent had held back. Had it been any other clan from the top ten, they would’ve seized such a rare chance to weaken the Ghost Clan without hesitation.
This alone showed the goodwill in that young man’s heart—and she had taken it to heart.
“If you fight him, it wouldn't be a fair victory. Losing this match may be for the best. It’s let me realize there’s always someone stronger.”
She took a deep breath, pushed down the bitterness within, and spoke slowly.
Gui Lingshuang hadn’t expected her to take the loss so well—not breaking down or fracturing her Dao Heart—but instead gaining such insight. A rare softness flickered in her cold eyes, quickly vanishing as she nodded.
“Well said.”
“Other than those of the Imperial Clan and the two Celestial Palace supremes, he’s likely the strongest.”
Gui Lingyue’s gaze swept the surrounding elite youths of various great clans. At this moment, many wore solemn expressions.
But having faced Li Hao in person, she could sense that the boy still held back. If he went all out, he’d be even more terrifying.
At that moment, Li Hao had already returned to the Great Dream Nine Abysses Sect.
As soon as he arrived, the disciples of the sect rushed forward with joyful congratulations.
Li Tiemu, especially, finally lowered the boulder weighing on his heart. Overjoyed, he exclaimed, “Excellent, excellent! Defeating two of the top ten clans in a row, even suppressing the Ghost Clan’s primordial spirit—kid, I don’t know how you train, or where you studied before!”
He didn’t ask out of suspicion but genuine awe. He couldn’t imagine what kind of master could have produced such a monster of a disciple.
The Great Dream Master was also surprised by Li Hao’s performance, now smiling broadly. “With the skills you just showed, breaking into the top ten will be a breeze.”
Li Hao nodded. If that were the case, it would save him from expending more effort.
“That kid’s really something else.”
In the Yan Chu Immortal Dynasty, disciples from other Heavenly Sects and royal clans alike turned their attention to the boy, their gazes converging on him.
He had fought representing Yan Chu, bringing honor to them all.
Bo Ya Xuejian felt a bit sentimental. His own path lay in the Dao of Water, not as diverse as Li Hao’s techniques—yet singularly focused and taken to the extreme.
Beside him, Chu Tianhuang nodded faintly, letting out a soft sigh. “A monster like this... may only appear once in a hundred thousand years.”
Standing behind him, Chu Yueli’s heart fluttered at hearing her royal brother offer such high praise. She hadn’t expected him to rate Li Hao so highly.
Among their generation of geniuses, even being called a once-in-ten-thousand-years talent was the highest compliment—and there were already seven or eight of those within the True Immortal Realm.
“To overpower the Ghost Clan like that... Father must have seen it coming long ago. No wonder…”
Chu Yueli’s eyes shimmered. She looked toward the youth now surrounded by the crowd, and for some reason, her cheeks flushed faintly.
As the match between Li Hao and the Ghost Clan concluded, the next group of fighters was called to the stage by the Celestial Guard Commander.
But following such an intense battle, the next round—though fierce—felt lacking in comparison, and the crowd’s response was noticeably lukewarm.
Li Hao turned his attention to the upcoming matches, noticing that Yuexi’s opponent turned out to be the green-robed girl from Mount Wendao earlier. He couldn’t help but be surprised—was this fate playing tricks? A pity she hadn’t drawn him as an opponent instead.
Before long, Yuexi’s turn arrived.
Gu Yan’s match was scheduled for later, still a long way off.
Yuexi leapt onto the platform, eyes flashing coldly as her opponent descended across from her.
She had purposely avoided speaking with Li Hao earlier, but the moment she saw who she’d be facing, she made up her mind.
“So, you still remember me.”
The green-robed girl caught the sharp glint in Yuexi’s eyes and instantly knew—this girl hadn’t forgotten what happened before.
Yuexi’s voice was frigid. “You dared trick my junior brother and acted all self-righteous about it. No wonder your Dao Heart realm is lacking. Let me settle this score for him.”
“Heh. How touching—such deep camaraderie between fellow disciples.”
The green-robed girl raised an eyebrow, though a cold edge crept into her voice. Yuexi had clearly struck a nerve.
Her Dao Heart was indeed a weak spot. But for now, the Imperial Platform judged only combat strength.
“Come to think of it, I should thank him—for getting someone like you into the top hundred. Now I can use you as a stepping stone.”
She sneered.
Yuexi’s gaze turned glacial. She didn’t waste another word.
Behind her, her dharma image unfurled—a black, blindfolded female statue, an avatar of chaos and calamity among the ancient witch clans.
A wave of baleful energy radiated outward, as though something ominous were about to unfold on the Imperial Platform.
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