By then, Li Hao had returned from Shangguan Hong and Yuan Xinggang. He had yet to rein in his Extreme Realm power, and a terrifying might radiated from his entire body, making him stand out starkly in the crowd.
Only by maintaining this peak state could he barely manage to remain neither servile nor overbearing before those two.
But standing in the square now, he was like a crane among chickens, his aura immense and terrifying.
"Who is that?"
"Which sect's disciple is he? What savage might!"
"Why is his cultivation only at the third layer of the true immortal realm? Am I seeing things?"
Many sect elders noticed Li Hao, surprise appearing in their eyes.
Li Tiemu, who had been waiting on the outskirts, froze when Li Hao suddenly appeared, then hurried excitedly toward him.
"Come!"
Li Tiemu beckoned to Li Hao, waved his hand, and vanished with him through spatial displacement, taking them out of everyone's sight.
Li Hao came back to his senses and swiftly reined in all his Extreme Realm aura. The might of his ancestral immortal body also sank back into him, and he no longer looked conspicuous.
Yet in that brief moment, quite a few sect elders had already memorized his face.
"It's that brat-"
Among the Ten Thousand Mountains Sword Pavilion's people, Cui Yuesheng's pupils contracted slightly when he saw Li Hao's face clearly, and horror surfaced in his eyes.
How was that possible?!
In just two and a half years, the boy had advanced from the first layer to the third layer of the true immortal realm. That was not particularly dazzling, merely normal progress for an outstanding prodigy.
But... what was that terrifying might?
Had Li Tiemu not appeared, he might have suspected his eyes were playing tricks on him. But