Urban God-level Youth

Qin Hao nodded slightly: "In any case, I can't use these cultivation techniques, you can have them."

Shuiyang was stunned, then knelt on the ground: "My lord, this is too precious, I cannot accept it. It would be enough if you let us peruse them. I must not take them."

Qin Hao looked at him and smiled faintly: "Chieftain Shuiyang, there's no need for that. Since you've already pledged your loyalty to me, accept what I give you. I said I would restore your ancestral glory, and I will definitely achieve it. Take these cultivation techniques."

After saying this, Qin Hao placed them in his hands, a total of twelve Ancestor Witch Cultivation Skills.

Shuiyang hesitated for a moment and said: "My lord, our tribe are descendants of the Ancestor Witch Dijang. We can only cultivate the techniques of Dijang."

Qin Hao: "These techniques are of no use to me. Clan Leader Shuiyang, you keep them. If other tribes join in the future, you can manage them, and these techniques will come in handy."

Hearing this, Shuiyang nodded slightly and did not refuse further.

Qin Hao said: "You should first cultivate these techniques, improve your physical quality. Your current physical bodies are too weak to withstand the ancient Witch Clan's blood essence."

Shuiyang was dumbfounded, stunned by Qin Hao's words: "My lord, what do you mean? Do you have the ancient Witch Clan's blood essence?"

Qin Hao took out a jade bottle, and as soon as it appeared, Shuiyang and Tian Hui felt their blood boil as if it were on fire.

This was the Witch Clan's blood essence, and it was truly the ancient Witch Clan's blood essence. They could feel the authenticity of the blood within the jade bottle, without any deceit.

Qin Hao quickly put the blood essence away: "Cultivate well, and when your physical quality is sufficient, I will give you the blood essence to transform your bloodline power."

"Thank you, my lord, for your great kindness. Our ancient Witch Clan will never forget your immense grace and virtue." Shuiyang bowed to the ground respectfully.

A system notification echoed in Qin Hao's mind, indicating he had gained hundreds of thousands of merit points.

Tian Hui, curious, asked: "My lord, how do you possess these things? Even we don't have them."

Shuiyang hurriedly corrected him: "Tian Hui, do not be rude. My lord is the benefactor of our ancient Witch Clan, our savior."

Qin Hao smiled slightly: "These things were entrusted to me by the heavens, and I am merely passing them on to you."

Upon hearing Qin Hao's explanation, Shuiyang, Tian Hui, and Wei Xianyun were taken aback. What do you mean? Are you claiming to be the spokesperson of the Dao?

However, from Qin Hao's demeanor, Wei Xianyun found herself somewhat inclined to believe.

Seeing Shuiyang and Tian Hui stunned, Qin Hao smiled and said: "Alright, continue your cultivation. I'm going out for a stroll with Xianyun."

After speaking, he and Wei Xianyun left, wandering through Ancient God City.

Ancient God City was vast. Although they spent the previous day exploring, they had not covered it all. Qin Hao and Wei Xianyun explored for another whole day.

During these five days, Qin Hao and Wei Xianyun did not cultivate much. They spent their days sightseeing and playing, dedicating their nights to hard work.

...

In the blink of an eye, five days passed and the second round of the Hidden Dragon Continent's elite competition began.

Representatives from various powers gathered in the arena, and Qin Hao and others took their positions at the center of the arena. There were a total of 100,000 people, all top elites from different regions who had advanced from the previous round.

The dean of the Ancient God Academy stood atop a high platform and addressed everyone: "The rules of this round of the competition should be clear to you all. I will transport everyone to a large martial stage, where only 10,000 will remain out of 100,000. Everyone, prepare yourselves."

Soon after, everyone felt a force envelop them, leaving the ground.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a space spanning several miles, large, yet cramped for 100,000 people within it.

100,000 people competing in this space clearly wasn't a joke, but it was certainly not large either.

The masses were scattered around the periphery of the space, and the various factions did not separate but stayed together, allowing them to form alliances.

For instance, from the Southern Continent Heaven and Earth Academy, nearly a hundred people remained gathered, though they were divided into several camps.

There was Zhou Liuxing, Zhou Wanqing, Mao Yunlong, Master Hui Zhen and their group, the hidden world families like Yin Jian, Wang Teng from the Wang Family, Han Haolin from the Han Family, Song Junpeng from the Song Family, and others. On another side were Ren Jianxing from the Leisurely Palace, Du Shijie from the Taixu Sword Sect, Xu Heng from the Void Palace.

Lastly, there were Qin Hao, Lan Manshuang, Nangong Yuya, and Wei Xianyun, the smallest of groups.

"The competition begins!"

The voice of the Ancient God Academy's dean echoed, yet the space did not erupt into immediate chaos; rather, it became serene as everyone assessed one another.

Qin Hao and his group also observed those around them, noticing that it seemed as if every camp from the Southern Continent Heaven and Earth Academy had a score to settle with him.

The Nan Zhou Dynasty's Zhou Liuxing, Zhou Wanqing, Master Hui Zhen, the hidden world families' Yin Jian, and Ren Jianxing from Leisurely Palace.

Yet, Qin Hao remained unfazed, showing no worry. If these people sought death, he wouldn't stop them.

This space remained silent for dozens of seconds until someone from an unknown faction initiated action, causing the entire space to erupt into battle. Light flared, and energy extended terrifyingly.

Many of these factions bore enmity towards each other, thus, they aimed directly at their adversaries or typical rivals once combat began.

The Southern Continent Heaven and Earth Academy also devolved into chaos. Targeting Qin Hao was Ren Jianxing's group from the Leisurely Palace, around a dozen people charging directly at Qin Hao.

Qin Hao's eyes narrowed, and his expression turned cold: "Courting death!"

He advanced alone, exuding an aura of powerful, domineering might.

"Kill"

The two sides clashed instantly, and Qin Hao's formidable combat power burst forth. Against all odds, he managed to hold off Ren Jianxing's dozen followers alone.

Onlookers like Zhou Liuxing and Yin Jian were stunned, unable to believe it. Could he be this strong?

Did he conceal his strength in the previous round?

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The chaotic melee within the space unfurled, leaving onlookers outside dazzled. Yet soon, their focus shifted to the pinnacle elites among them.

These top elites, they believed, were the true spectacle to behold.

A single person capable of battling more than a dozen opponents of equivalent rank—such might opened their eyes.

Elsewhere, Qin Hao's palm struck towards one individual's chest. However, before the strike landed, the person's figure vanished from the space, having been eliminated.

Ren Jianxing and others looked at Qin Hao, hearts filled with shock beyond measure. Was he really so powerful?

And he hadn't yet wielded any weapon. If he did, how much stronger would he become?