Supreme Emperor of Swords

If Ding Hao could not focus his efforts on practicing martial arts and improving his strength at the fastest speed, maybe three years later, he would have to nurse grievances on the Frozen Peak.

In the coming three years, Ding Hao must seize every minute and second to practice martial arts wholeheartedly.

He even had to work day and night, turning three years into six or even nine years to practice martial arts.

Moreover, he not only had to practice martial arts, but also had to follow the Sword Master to make some achievements in casting weapons, and also had to follow the Saber Master to conduct in-depth research about the immortality pills. Ding Hao chose three roads to follow at the same time, thus he needed more time.

What he had to do was only for making himself become stronger and to survive.

Therefore, he did not have energy to deal with all kinds of trivia in the Eastern Academy of the green shirts.

What’s more, even without these fetters, Ding Hao had long made up his mind to take the road of ‘one man with one sword does what he pleases’.

He needed to be strong enough to get rid of all restraints.

This, rather than rely on a super power to enjoy the carefree and unrestrained life of a wanderer.

“I want to make the sword in my hand become a powerful force in this world, to even make the most prominent powers and the most noble status through the ages tremble under my sword!”

Giving up the position of the academy head, he had no regrets.

Some people pursued their ultimate individual strength, while others pursued the prominence of power over the world. These were two completely different paths.

Ding Hao took one of them.

He would go on firmly.

The following facts also proved that Ding Hao was not the only one with such belief.

Because the final candidate of the academy head in the Central Academy of white shirts was also beyond people’s imagination—neither Li Muyun, the first master, Liang Feixue, the second master and even Chen Sheng, the third master, also nicknamed as ‘Addict of Martial Mania’ of the ‘Honorable Alliance of Seven’ did not postulate to become the academy head.

The man who eventually became the academy head of the Central Academy of white shirts was actually Sun Jiutian, the fourth master of the ‘Honorable Alliance of Seven’.

With the strength and fame of Li Mu Yunhe and Liang Feixue, they did not opt to become the academy head. There was only one possibility—

Like Ding Hao, both of them gave it up voluntarily.

Ding Hao, Li Muyun and Liang Feixue, three great geniuses, facing the temptation of power, they gave it up like abandoning trifles. Once again, such action made countless registered disciples look up to them. Geniuses were geniuses. They were really different from ordinary people. Even the choices they made were so similar. In the face of power status that countless people were keen on, it was amazing that they turned it back so smartly.

For a while, it seemed that voluntarily giving up the competition for the academy head became a more boast-worthy thing than actually becoming the academy head.

At the same time, the competition for the academy head of the Soutern Academy of purple shirts was more intense than people thought. Lu Kuang, a famous ‘Madman’, was a big hit, but because he was too bossy on regular times and had offended many disciples, a lot of people secretly resented him. In the competition, he unexpectedly lost to Wang Xiaoshi, another master in the Southern Academy by a very weak disadvantage.

Compared with the relatively peaceful competition in the Eastern Academy of blue shirts and the Central Academy of White Shirts in the whole election process, the competition in the Southern Academy of purple shirts was said to be full of gunpowder. Although Wang Xiaoshi won the election, the Southern Academy of purple shirts fell into a state of division. Rumor went on that disciples who supported Lu Kuang and Wang Xiaoshi were unconvinced, and a scuffle almost broke out. Finally, the teacher-in-chief of the Southern Academy suppressed them by force and declared that the final result was valid.

Comparatively, the process of creating the academy head in the Northern Academy of yellow shirts was relatively much easier—

‘Lucky Superman’ Ren Xiaoyao shook up his fat and said while eating a chicken leg, “If I were chosen, my good luck might be passed on to you, and we will all get rich together…”

Then, the unconventional fat man was elected by more than half of the votes.

Of course, all this was based on the premise that the handsome teenager Lin Xin also did not participate in the election.

At the same time, the competition for the academy head of the Western Academy of red shirts was also fierce, but it did not break up. After all, there was no dazzling talent in the academy, and finally Li Canyang, a young master of the Xiyang Town, defeated more than a dozen competitors and became the academy head of the Western Academy of the red shirts.

Li Canyang, who was not well-known before, came to the fore and was regarded as a big surprise.

It was not until this time that many people began to notice this previously unknown teenager.

Of course, for Ding Hao, this result did not surprise him. Li Canyang’s meridians and talents were excellent, and he was also very calculating. He was supported by Xiao Chengxuan, a smoldering and affecionate close friend whom he got to know through fists, plus the influence of Li Yinuo, a beautiful and peerless sister; all these helped him become the academy head without any luck.

Then, within one day, the heads of the five academies from the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect were all selected for registered disciples.

Li Lan, Sun Jiutian, Wang Xiaoshi, Ren Xiaoyao and Li Canyang suddenly became names that all registered disciples needed to remember firmly.

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“Oh? Unexpectedly, they saw the selection of the academy head thoroughly and were able to resist the temptation of being the academy head.”

In a grand hall of the 8th ladder area of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, Yin Yifei, who was examining his own conscience against the wall, got the news, sat on a purple jade stone seat and opened his eyes slightly in surprise.

“So what if he saw the competition thoroughly? Just three years. Ding Hao would die sooner or later by Mu Tianyang’s hand in the Supreme Academy of Tranquility.” Lu Qi, who was sitting on one side and smiled grimly, saying, “Even if the old monster has been protecting him, I don’t believe that three years later, the old monster can still protect him from death.”

Two men now had a deep hatred for Ding Hao.

An unknown registered disciple had made them lose their faces several times in succession, which was simply a great shame.

They had not finished what they wanted to say. All of a sudden, something strange happened.

A golden light emitted out of the grand hall without warning.

A slender and straight figure emerged gracefully from the golden light.

His whole body surged with strong Qi like an endless ocean flooding the whole hall in an instant, which made people feel shocked. But in the next moment the Qi disappeared. The golden flame also slowly went into the body.

This was a young man with a kind and ordinary face. He was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a golden robe. He was quiet and warm, making people feel as if he were the grown-up Liang Feixue, the second master of the ‘Honorable Alliance of Seven’. However, his strength was incomparably stronger than Liang Feixue’s.

Although this person had restrained his fluctuating Qi, he still gave people a suffocating oppressive feeling.

“Senior Brother Dongliu!”

Yin Yifei and Lu Qi both looked surprised and bowed respectfully.

This kind young man was called Fan Dongliu, and he was one of the disciples in the third generation of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. He had a very distinguished status and was obviously still above Yin Yifei and Lu Qi.

“Two younger brothers,” Pan Dongliu nodded kindly. “The young master already knows what you said. Don’t provoke the old monster for the time being. Naturally, some people will deal with him. As for Ding Hao, no matter how popular he is, he is just an ordinary disciple and a smalll potato. Since the other side has chosen to court him, we don’t need to waste our energy on such an ordinary disciple.”