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The Holy Son was the representative of the God of Judgment. If the Holy Son did not kneel when he descended, it would be disrespectful to the God of Judgment. In the Central Continent, no one dared to openly resist the God of Judgment.

As the Holy Son, how could he allow such a weak person to challenge the prestige of the Judgement God in front of so many people?

The pressure became heavier and heavier. The pressure of the Heaven Rank was directly exerted on Beiting Huang, trying to force her to submit. Sweat dripped down her face. Even though her black clothes were drenched in sweat, it was impossible to tell. This was the benefit of being black. No matter if she bled or sweated, no one would know. She had to retain her last bit of pride.

!!

“Haha!”

A clear voice sounded in the hall, like a gurgling stream flowing in the mountains. The tense atmosphere instantly dissipated as if the snow had just melted. He walked down the stairs, and his footsteps landed on the floor, making a thumping sound. He was actually wearing a pair of wooden clogs, which really matched his snow-white figure.

He took a step forward, seemingly unintentionally, and stood between Beiting Huang and the Holy Son. His laughter was as warm as the spring breeze. “Your Excellency Gu Hao, don’t tell me you want to attack me?”

The pressure suddenly decreased, and the huge contrast made the blood that Beiting Huang had been desperately suppressing surge up. There was a hint of blood in her mouth, but it was better than the feeling of being on the verge of death just now. In her heart, she felt grateful to the man in white in front of her. At the same time, she hated the so-called Divine Hall of Judgement to the extreme.

One day, Yours Truly will definitely burn down the Divine Hall of Judgment.

Beiting Huang was so angry that she secretly swore in her heart. She was really born to be at odds with the Divine Hall of Judgment. Every time she encountered people from the Divine Hall of Judgment, nothing good would come out of it. This time, it was not her fault. Was it wrong for her to kick someone like the Tyrant Tiger out? Who asked this Holy Son to pass by the door? Besides, his strength was one level higher than hers. Wouldn’t he avoid her?

It was really fate that they would meet.

How could Beiting Huang know that Holy Son Gu Hao was sitting in a carriage? He had just obtained a Tier 4 Essence Gathering Pill from the auction house. The Essence Gathering Pill could allow him to advance from a one-sword Star Spirit Master to a three-sword Star Spirit Master. It was the most popular treasure in this year’s auction. If not for the strength of the Divine Hall of Judgment, how could he have obtained this Essence Gathering Pill?

Once an Earth Rank Spirit Master reached nine stars and achieved Heaven Rank, the word “Star” was avoided so it was easy to differentiate between Star Sword Masters. The Central Continent had a way of naming the 1st Rank as Nine Swords. Seven Swords was a dividing line. Above Seven Swords was a high sword, or the peak.

Gu Hao could not wait to consume it. He thought that no one would dare to approach the carriage of the Divine Hall of Judgment. He sat in the carriage and advanced without any burden. Who would have thought that two dirty feet would directly step in it? If not for Gu Hao’s powerful mental strength and the fact that he was at the last moment of his advancement, Gu Hao would not have only left two footprints on his body. He would have lost his life.

After experiencing a life-and-death battle, not to mention that Gu Hao was only a Holy Son, even a Sage would be angry, right?

“Mr. Leng Qianmo, the light of God is everywhere. Although this is a Commercial Club, in order to avoid harming my people, I guarantee that I won’t do anything here. I can’t tolerate this person. I want to take him away. Please make it easy for me, Mr. Leng Qianmo!” Gu Hao pointed at Beiting Huang. His handsome face was covered in a layer of frost, reminding Beiting Huang of a “zombie face”.