Urban God-level Youth

Someone saw Qin Hao lift his leg to step forward, looking utterly shocked.

Those top elites moved forward because they have powerful pills as their backing, but Qin Hao has nothing. Isn't this a death wish?

"Is he unwilling to give up and trying to fight to the death?" someone sneered.

"He's simply looking for his own demise."

"He doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, today he might fall right here."

In the secret realm, people were all discussing it, and those watching outside were also sneering and discussing.

"He already caught up with those people, how is that possible? Wasn't he unable to hold on?" someone was shocked seeing Qin Hao catch up with them.

"This... what's going on??"

"Wasn't he about to give up? How is he still moving so fast?"

"It's unbelievable, he's walking even faster than those top elites who took pills."

The people inside the secret realm and those outside were all stunned, looking at Qin Hao with shocked expressions, they couldn't understand what was going on with Qin Hao, wasn't he about to give up?

What the hell is up with this guy??

The instructors and elders of Heaven and Earth Academy were also puzzled, they couldn't figure out what was going on with Qin Hao.

If he had this strength, why did he stay in place for so long at first?

"Did his body become stronger than before in such a short time? If that's the case, he's too terrifying, isn't he?"

Hearing this, everyone around fell silent.

Could he have stayed in place to temper his body all along?

Unfortunately, they weren't inside the secret realm and couldn't feel the changes in Qin Hao's body. If they were inside, they could clearly feel it.

When Qin Hao reached the eighty-nine-meter mark, he stopped. The pressure here was much stronger than at eighty meters.

He planned to continue tempering his body; the pressure at the ninety-meter mark must be terrifying. He felt that if he walked to the ninety-meter distance now, he might be crushed to pieces.

"Qin Hao has stopped; the pressure at the ninety-meter mark must be terrifying, this is probably the last hurdle."

"The others are about to catch up with him. Even with the power of pills, those top elites probably can't reach the ninety-meter mark, right?"

Soon, Mao Yunlong, Nangong Yuya, Zhou Liuxing, and others reached the eighty-nine-meter mark, and everyone stopped.

Qin Hao glanced at them, and they also glanced at Qin Hao.

Kang Feng from the Sun and Moon Holy Sect and Chu Feiyun from the Beichu Dynasty snorted coldly, looking at Qin Hao with hostility.

Qin Hao also slightly smirked, looking at them provocatively: "Are you two unconvinced? If you're not satisfied, you can come over and have a try."

"Say that again when you can reach the altar." Kang Feng from the Sun and Moon Holy Sect snorted coldly.

Chu Feiyun from the Beichu Dynasty also said, "Don't be happy too early, who can laugh last is still uncertain."

Qin Hao heard their words, his eyes narrowed, were these people relying only on the power of pills really unable to reach the ninety-meter mark, yet they seemed so confident?

Do they have any trump cards that haven't been revealed??

"Amitabha, dear benefactors, this humble monk will go first." Master Hui Zhen muttered a Buddhist chant.

After saying this, a bowl appeared in his hand, which floated above Hui Zhen's head, inverted and covered down.

Golden light curtains fell, enveloping Hui Zhen's entire body.

Qin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly; were these people planning to rely on treasures to walk the last ten meters?

Master Hui Zhen took a step forward, reaching the ninety-meter mark. The golden bowl shook slightly but didn't affect Hui Zhen.

He took another difficult step; if most of the pressure hadn't been blocked by the golden bowl, he definitely wouldn't have held on.

The others also took out their trump card treasures to protect themselves and began to move forward.

Qin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly; no wonder these people were so confident, they had extraordinary trump cards.

The top elites from these great forces each had a top-grade defensive Spiritual Artifact, even Du Qinghao had one.

Although they had top-grade Spiritual Artifacts protecting them, the immense pressure still made it extremely difficult for them to move.

"So many top-grade defensive Spiritual Artifacts??"

The onlookers were dumbfounded, seeing those top elites taking out top-grade defensive Spiritual Artifacts, utterly shocked.

The scale of this is too grand, isn't it?? Each person with a top-grade defensive Spiritual Artifact.

The forces behind them are indeed the top powers on the Southern Continent.

In this comparison, Qin Hao seemed too shabby; those top elites each walked under the protection of a top-grade defensive Spiritual Artifact.

Seeing their speed, probably in about an hour, these people would definitely walk out of the pressure range and reach the altar.

"Qin Hao's strength is indeed strong, but it pales in comparison to the top forces."

"Yes, without a top-grade defensive Spiritual Artifact, he can't reach the altar, let alone compete with these people for the treasures in the secret realm."

"This is the strength of the top forces, Loose Cultivators simply can't compare."

"Now how can Qin Hao compete? Can he bring out a top-grade defensive Spiritual Artifact?"

Everyone could see that relying on strength alone, Qin Hao would have a hard time reaching the ninety-meter mark.

Qin Hao showed a faint smirk on his face. You think you're the only ones with treasures?

He shouted lowly in his heart, and in an instant, Space Mecha surrounded him, and Qin Hao immediately felt incredibly light, as if he'd stepped out of the pressure range of the altar.

This Space Mecha is made of alloy, in terms of hardness, it's not inferior to those top-grade Spiritual Artifacts, and it might even be stronger.

Because in some functions, Space Mecha is entirely incomparable to top-grade Spiritual Energy.

A step forward!

Qin Hao reached the ninety-meter mark.

"Warning, external pressure is too strong, please host leave here as soon as possible." A familiar electronic voice sounded in Qin Hao's mind.

Qin Hao glanced at the virtual display on the Mecha, the external pressure proportion was forty-three percent, if it reached one hundred percent, that would be the limit.

"Qin Hao moved, he's fine, he's held on at the ninety-meter mark."

"Look, Qin Hao actually withstood the pressure at the ninety-meter mark, what's going on? Why does he look even more relaxed than before?"

"Whoosh"

Mao Yunlong, Nangong Yuya, Zhou Liuxing, Chu Feiyun, and others felt a black shadow flash before them, as if someone had passed by.

When they fixed their eyes, there was a figure standing on the altar, this figure was none other than Qin Hao.

Everyone was dumbfounded, with a look of disbelief, how... how could this be? Did he instantly run to the altar??

"What's going on?" Mao Yunlong was dumbstruck.

Nangong Yuya, Zhou Liuxing, Chu Feiyun, and Wu Feng were also dumbfounded, wide-eyed in disbelief.

The people watching in the secret realm and everyone outside were dumbfounded.

"What the hell??"

"What the hell is going on?? How can his speed be this fast??" Everyone had a bewildered expression, including Zhou Wantong, the vice-dean.

Even he couldn't figure out what was going on; logically speaking, given Qin Hao's current physical strength, it was impossible for him to pass through so quickly.

"What secrets does this kid have?" Zhou Wantong's eyes showed a glint of doubt.