C3 (1/2)

Yi Hao's cultivation base was still too weak, and he didn't have much spiritual power to channel into his body. Therefore, he had been waiting for an opportunity to break through the enemy's defenses.

When the palm attack came down, Yi Hao twisted his body and used a hand to support his arm to move forward.

Not only did the attack not hit the opponent, it even fell to the ground due to its own inertia.

The environment that Yi Hao was living in wasn't that great. The surrounding ground was covered with mud, and with this sudden movement, it made his face turn ashen. There was even a leaf that was about to rot stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at the blue light. A powerhouse who was about to enter the next level was actually unable to fight a Foundation Establishment Stage trash?

This was too hard to believe.

Senior Brother Blue Light, you really are my good senior brother. In order to prevent me from getting injured, you actually fell onto the ground yourself. Oh right, what's your name like … Just eat shit. Yi Hao crossed his arms in front of his chest and ridiculed.

Yi Hao! The blue light got up and wiped off the dirt and leaves on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he was deeply immersed in his desire to kill.

Stop!

A loud and clear voice rang out from afar. After hearing the voice, no one dared to act without permission, and they could only stand there and wait for orders.

Yuan Bo arrived in front of everyone. He first looked at the blue light and was very dissatisfied with his actions.

Master... Lan Qing didn't dare to look straight at Yuan Bo. It was too embarrassing that he had fallen into the hands of a good-for-nothing.

Yi Hao, I believe that this matter has nothing to do with you, but the Large Competition is about to begin. Whether it's the outer sect or the inner sect, everyone has to be strong to participate. According to the sect rules.

Yuan Bo coldly looked down on Yi Hao. These words had already expressed his attitude.

Sect Master must worry too much, disciple will definitely follow the sect's rules. Yi Hao knew that Yuan Bo wanted to use this matter to formally remove him, but the current him was completely different from before.

A level five Foundation Establishment wouldn't be too difficult for him.

The competition will be held in ten days, I hope you don't ruin your master's reputation. After Yuan Bo left these words, he left with his entourage.

Today, they didn't have any excuse to get rid of Yi Hao.

After walking far away, he asked his teacher hatefully, ”Master, why don't we just kill this trash today?”

My Flying Star Valley is a named sect after all, and we do our best to tell evidence, or else we won't be able to convince the public. Yuan Bo glanced at his own disciple. Killing Yi Hao was easy, but if the outside world found out about their master and disciple, it would be bad for the Flying Star Valley.

As the current sect head, Yuan Bo naturally had to consider things for the sect.

Humph! Even if he managed to escape today's calamity, he would still die ten days later! The blue light stared at that simple and crude place. If he wasn't strong enough, how could he still want to be an inner disciple?

As long as the title of inner sect disciple was removed, he could be directly made a service disciple.

Every year, a service disciple of the Flying Star Valley would die, and no one would care about that.

Yi Hao returned to his room and began to heal the injuries in his body.

If he were to forcefully circulate the cultivation technique within his body, he might be able to obtain immense strength. However, the side effects caused by it couldn't be underestimated.

Yi Hao's body was as if ten thousand needles had pierced through his body. He was being bitten by a hundred ants, and the pain made his face turn deathly pale, and he was sweating profusely.