As the bald youth opened his eyes, his clear eyes seemed to be as pure as water. However, there was an indescribable attraction that seemed to be able to suck people's minds into his eyes, causing them to lose their minds.
It was as if the other party's body was emitting light, as if he was a god, causing people to want to worship him. This feeling caused Wang Baole's mind to tremble. He instantly activated his Cultivation, and the devouring seed also slightly rotated at this moment. As it circulated throughout his body, even Wang Baole himself didn't notice that deep within his pupils, there was a flash of purple light!
This purple light was formed after he absorbed the purple light in Spirit Breath Village and fused it with the devouring seed. The moment it appeared, the bald youth, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly let out a soft cry of surprise. His originally calm and elegant expression changed in an instant. He was slightly moved, and when he looked at Wang Baole, a look of interest appeared on his face.
Following the change in his expression, the shocking force that had formed before immediately became unstable and dissipated. This caused Lu Zihao, whose body was trembling as if he couldn't control himself and was about to walk forward, to tremble all over. It was as if he had just woken up from a dream. His expression was one of shock, and his breathing became rapid.
"What kind of spell is this?!" Lu Zihao cried out involuntarily. His eyes were filled with vigilance and shock.
The bald youth didn't pay attention to Lu Zihao's reaction. He slightly tilted his head, and his posture seemed to have a kind of innate nobility. The guard beside him was also a participant of the Battle Pavilion. He immediately bent down to listen. After a moment, he nodded his head, then stood up and walked toward Lu Zihao. When he reached the center of the meeting point, he raised his arm and waved at Lu Zihao, as if he was inviting him to battle!
Lu Zihao's expression changed. He looked at the bald youth with fear, and then looked at Wang Baole. His eyes revealed a look of seeking help. No matter how proud he was, he instantly put it away. He knew that this battle would be extremely difficult. His opponent was too strong, and in his heart, Wang Baole was just as strong. Therefore, he instinctively asked for help.
"You even have a guard? Why are you acting all high and mighty?! " Wang Baole frowned and coldly snorted. He couldn't get used to the bald youth's attitude. At the same time, he also felt the pressure coming from this person. This was the strongest person he had ever encountered in the same realm. Therefore, he also sat down cross-legged and lightly spoke.
"Zihao, there's no harm in fighting. This is your competition! If it's one against one, it's up to you whether you win or lose. But if it's two against one, you'll have to ask whether I, Wang Baole, agree or not! "
When he heard Wang Baole's words, Lu Zihao breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't get along well with Wang Baole, and didn't like the way he looked at him, Wang Baole's words caused him to feel much more at ease. He looked up at the purple-armored Cultivator, who was waving at him. Lu Zihao's eyes burned with the desire to do battle. He let out a roar and charged forward.
He moved with incredible speed. As soon as he closed in, he performed an incantation gesture, causing the five Flying Frost Swords to shoot through the air. He also waved a paper talisman, which transformed into a magical technique. As for the purple-armored Cultivator, a cold smile appeared on his face. He stamped down with his right foot, causing spiritual energy to explode out like a tempest toward Lu Zihao.
Lu Zihao obviously had the advantage in terms of agility and speed. He dodged to the side, and then attacked again.
In an instant, the two of them clashed in the middle of the rendezvous point.
And in this battle, even though Wang Baole didn't release any fireworks, it still attracted the attention and attention of the Federation officials, the military, and the Ethereal Dao College.
"Is he that person's disciple?" In the military stands, General Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze landed on the bald youth.
"This person's name is Li Wuchen. He's the only personal disciple of the Ethereal Dao College's Grand Supreme Elder. I'm not authorized to see his background or file," Zhou Lu whispered from the side.
"Of course you can't see it … He's twenty years old this year …" General Zhou's eyes were deep, and a cold glint gradually appeared in his eyes. However, he quickly suppressed it, and he silently repeated the bald youth's name several times in his heart.
At the same time, the Federation officials also cast sidelong glances at the bald youth. Clearly, they knew who his master was, but they didn't have as many strange reactions as General Zhou. At most, they just paid more attention to him.
However, on the Ethereal Dao College side, all the Elders had complicated expressions when they saw the bald youth. Even the red-robed middle-aged man had the same reaction. In the depths of his eyes, where outsiders couldn't see, a cold glint flashed.
At that moment, the roar of the rendezvous point reverberated. Wang Baole and the bald youth were sitting cross-legged in meditation. They looked at each other as if they were in a standoff. After a while, Wang Baole felt a little bored and coughed.
"Senior Brother, why do you keep looking at me?"
"I'm looking at your past and present lives," the bald youth said lightly.
Upon hearing this, Wang Baole's expression turned strange. He felt that this person was crazy.
At that moment, at the rendezvous point, the battle between Lu Zihao and the purple-armored cultivator was getting more and more intense. It was obvious that Lu Zihao was at a disadvantage. After all, his cultivation level and combat experience were obviously not as deep and rich as the purple-armored cultivator.
Just as he was about to lose, the purple-armored cultivator suddenly retreated. With a flash, he returned to the bald youth's side. He cupped his fists and bowed to Lu Zihao.
"You and I are tied!"
Lu Zihao was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, the bald youth suddenly had a strange look in his eyes. He lifted his chin slightly, looked at Wang Baole, and spoke softly.
"Then, let's compete now!"
Lu Zihao began to pant. He looked at the bald youth, and then at Wang Baole. Even if he were slow to react, by now he understood that these two people's target was not him, but Wang Baole!
He even suspected that they had used some unknown method to find out that Wang Baole was assisting him. That was why they had come to participate in the battle. Without a doubt, they had an extraordinary background. That was why they had ended up meeting Wang Baole and fighting!
Having reached this point in his train of thought, Lu Zihao's eyes flickered with complex emotions. However, he didn't say anything. Instead, he returned to Wang Baole's side.
Wang Baole looked up at the bald youth. Actually, as soon as he had laid eyes on him, he had gotten the feeling that he had been sitting there waiting for him.
However, the whole thing was a bit strange, so Wang Baole didn't think too much about it. But now, he couldn't help but speak up.
"Do we know each other?"
"Master said that there are a few people with incredible potential," he said coolly. "He asked me to ask them to help me advance. You're one of them, but I think you're just average. However, I want to give you a chance, so I've come to test you out!" The bald young man lifted his head and spoke faintly. There seemed to be an aura coming from his body as he spoke.
"Can't you speak properly? Can you not be so pretentious? " Wang Baole seemed to be at a loss for words. He lifted his hand to slap his forehead. However, in the instant that he lifted his hand, he didn't slap his forehead. Instead, he slapped the ground.
A boom rang out as he used the force of the slap to shoot up from the ground like a crafty rabbit. He shot like an arrow, sticking close to the ground as he shot toward the bald youth.
Everything happened smoothly, unexpectedly, and cleanly. At that moment, Wang Baole unleashed his full speed without holding back, making it seem as if he was flying. His cultivation was fully unleashed, and a Spirit Qi hurricane was formed around him. Looking from afar, his aura was shocking. In the blink of an eye, he neared and grabbed at Wang Baole.
All of this happened too quickly. The bald youth stared in shock, clearly not able to react. However, his bodyguard, the violet-armored Cultivator, seemed to have a purpose in life: to protect Li Wuchen. He was adept at fighting, and was constantly paying attention to Wang Baole's movements. His face flickered, and he stepped forward to block Wang Baole's path.
A boom rang out, and the violet-armored Cultivator's body shook violently. A look of astonishment appeared on his face, and blood oozed out of his mouth as he fell back. However, his attempt to block Wang Baole did have some effect, and slowed him down a bit.
The bald youth's breathing quickened. He made use of the time he had to retreat rapidly as Wang Baole neared him. He avoided Wang Baole's grab that whizzed past him, and he raised his right hand and pressed it towards Wang Baole.
Instantly, a loud boom erupted between the two of them, and a strong force erupted. Wang Baole, who had wanted to charge forward again, had no choice but to take a few steps back, and a look of regret appeared in his eyes.
"You reacted pretty quickly," said Meng Hao. "But two against one, that's not really a man."
"You're shameless! You sneak attacked me!" said the bald youth angrily. Unable to remain calm, he fell back at top speed.
"Finally not pretentious, huh?" said Wang Baole, glaring.
Up in the sky, everyone who saw what was happening looked on with gleaming eyes. That was especially true of General Zhou and the red-robed Cultivator, whose eyes shone brightly.
"Nice!"
However, Zhou Lu seemed to be very dissatisfied and muttered a sentence.
"That was a sneak attack," she muttered. "It's not honorable!"
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