Supreme Emperor of Swords

Li Lan himself knew clearly that he should celebrate with other disciples to increase his popularity in Eastern Academy of green shirts, yet he chose to leave after a moment of hesitation.

On the one hand, to prepare for the tougher race tomorrow, he continued to regulate breathing to restore his strength and adjusted his body to the best condition.

On the other hand, the pride that had long been deep inside made him deeply hate such scenes.

Li Lan’s refusal undoubtedly made the disciples of Eastern Academy of green shirts feel embarrassed and disappointed.

Fortunately, when their eyes were fixed on Ding Hao, Ding Hao immediately said with a smile, “Well, it’ll be my pleasure to have fun with you guys. And thank you for sparing no effort to cheer for senior brother Li Lan and me!”

“Yeah! Long live senior brother Ding!”

The disciples of the Eastern Academy of green shirts cheered excitedly.

“Senior brother Ding is very much a man of the people! Huff! You’re better than someone!” Wang Xiaoqi deliberately said in a normal tone of voice.

Li Lan, who was walking away, suddenly shook a little and stopped.

“Boy, what did you say?” Ge Yin glared at Wang Xiaoqi.

Wang Xiaoqi did not show weakness and provoked. “What? Can’t I speak?”

“You…” Ge Yin and Zhang Tianlun, the two confidants of Li Lan, were irritated. Everyone had known that Wang Xiaoqi was deliberately taking the opportunity to pick a quarrel, trying to weaken Li Lan’s influence in the Eastern Academy of green shirts.

“Forget it, let’s go.”

Not turning around, Li Lan swung his hand and left with two confidants.

Wang Xiaoqi looked at the three people, his face showing a smug smile.

As he turned his head and saw Ding Hao looking at himself with a strange look. He was shocked and quickly said, “Senior brother Ding, please do not misunderstand me. I’m not instigating the relationship between you and senior brother Li. You… you’ll soon know that everything that I’ve done is definitely for you.”

Ding Hao shook his head slightly without speaking anything.

The crowd chatted and laughed, and followed Ding Hao to the dining room of the Eastern Academy of green shirts.

There were more disciples waiting for the arrival of the heroes in the dining room. The cheerful chatting and laughing attracted the envious eyes of the disciples of other academies.

Time flew quickly.

As the sun went down, the main gate of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect finally fell silent.

After spending more than four hours in the dining room with the disciples of the Eastern Academy of green shirts, Ding Hao found an excuse to leave the dining room and adjust the mood.

Walking in the quiet tree-lined path and feeling the cool breeze at night which was like the lover’s comfortable hand, Ding Hao could not help but feel a thousand emotions.

A month ago, he was just a high school graduate on earth.

Now, he had become an excellent disciple of this sect on the mainland which was far different from Earth in terms of time and space.

Although he yearned for his previous life, Ding Hao found that he preferred the present identity and life and he had accepted all the present and was intoxicated.

The Land of Infinity was a world of eccentricity, full of possibilities.

Ding Hao’s dream of being a Sword Fairy since he was a child, in this infinite space, was gradually extending and he had seen the possibility of realization.

Somehow, at this moment, Ding Hao suddenly remembered the mysterious and beautiful girl, Xie Jieyu, who he had seen on the side of the Sword-cleansing Pond, especially the moment when the girl was out of the bath.

When she wore her large robe and appeared in front of Ding Hao, she was extremely beautiful. Her eyes were like a spring of a mountain in autumn and her maiden-like expression left all the other things in the world in black and white. Especially her beautiful eyes, they had been deeply imprinted in the depths of Ding Hao’s mind.

“Where has she gone? How is she doing now? And Ding Ding, the precocious little girl, How are you now…”

Ding Hao secretly thought.

In this world of demons, the fate of the Human Tribe was tough and hard. Men could only live behind the strong city wall. Once the two girls failed to be recruited by Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, they could only return to the wilderness again. It was almost impossible to see them again!

Shaking his head, Ding Hao dispelled the sadness in his heart and stopped thinking about the mysterious girl.

Walking in the shadow of the mottled trees, he remembered his sister, Ding Ke’er, who was strangely missing according to the merged memory, and he remembered his commitment to the former owner of this body…

Every time he thought of this, a feeling of blood linkages would once again fill his body undoubtedly.

“Whatever it’ll take, I must find Ke’er back!”

Ding Hao clenched his fists and suddenly was full of fighting desire.

So far, Ding Hao’s plan was being implemented step by step.

His strength was rapidly improving. According to this trend, one day, sooner or later Ding Hao would have enough strength to go out of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, not in fear of the threat of the monsters, walking freely in the wilderness, and going to the mysterious Southern Land to find his missing sister, Ding Ke’er.

After finishing this wish, Ding Hao would travel in the world, browse the magical world, and become the world’s most powerful martial artist!

He would travel on the land with his sword, walking, and singing!

In the face of injustice, he would destroy it with one sword!

That was what a real man of integrity should do.

His thoughts gradually became clear, and Ding Hao’s fighting spirit was rekindled.

His willpower had become firm. As he gripped the handle of his rusted sword, he made up his mind. Ding Hao’s aura, under this moonlight, was sublimated.

Just then—

“Who?” Ding Hao sensed something, stopped and asked with vigilance.

A figure wearing a white shirt slowly walked out the woods in front of Ding Hao.

This person was slightly fat with big eyes and heavy eyebrows.

He was Sun Jiutian, ranked as the fourth in Honorable Alliance of Seven and was Ding Hao’s next rival.

On the arena in the daytime, the young genius of Central Academy of white shirts who had been defeated by Ding Hao, after the treatment of Liang Feixue and Li Muyun, had completely recovered. His breath was as usual and there was no sign that he had been injured.

Sun Jiutian stood on the opposite side. The moonlight shone on his face and he looked very calm.

Ding Hao looked in all directions.

“Don’t misunderstand,” Sun Jiutian said. There was a bitter smile on Sun Jiutian’s face. “I didn’t expect that I actually left you such a bad impression. Don’t worry, this time I’m here to see you alone. Although Honorable Alliance of Seven is not a famous organization, we at least have our own self-esteem and bottom lines. We will never be irritated by the failure during the daytime, and so as to plot to ambush a fellow disciple.”