Time flashed past like a white steed glimpsed through a crack, and three short hours slipped quietly away as Ying Ming Hao immersed himself in comprehending the cultivation method.
Still fully absorbed in his comprehension, Ying Ming Hao was teleported straight out of the comprehension trial. Once again, he had achieved a perfect clear and earned one hundred points.
Compared to when he had first entered, Ying Ming Hao seemed utterly reborn, his entire body radiating a cold, aloof, emotionless aura.
It stood in stark contrast to his previous warmth, gentle as jade. The change was like a collision of ice and fire, leaving those who had intended to approach and flatter him frozen in astonishment like clay statues and wooden carvings.
With his icy demeanor, Ying Ming Hao resembled an insurmountable iceberg, daunting anyone who looked his way.
If they recklessly approached to flatter him, would they not be asking for trouble, like moths plunging into a flame to court their own destruction?!
Ying Ming Hao naturally noticed the change in their emotions. He acted decisively, circulating his cultivation method and drawing in every trace of that cold, heartless aura like an eagle folding its wings.
In an instant, he regained his approachable demeanor, as though everything that had just happened had been nothing but an illusory dream.
Ying Ming Hao paid it little further attention. Wearing his usual cheerful smile, he strolled leisurely toward the next Trial Tower as though wandering through a quiet courtyard.
Inside the Combat Power Tower, Ying Ming Hao gazed at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood before him, a surge of heroic spirit rising in his heart.
Countless skeletons rose from the ground like a tide. Radiating cultivation at the first layer of the Spirit Division Realm and wielding