"Are you so sure it's him?" Ximen Jin asked, looking at Lan Haiping with some surprise.
Lan Haiping nodded, saying with certainty, "Voices can change, clothes can change, but some details cannot, like his weapon..."
Ximen Jin recalled and immediately understood. Lan Haiping was right. Indeed, someone familiar with Zhang Hao's weapon could recognize his identity from it.
After returning to Tianwu Academy, Zhang Hao originally wanted to meet Ning Xue, Yun Qiuyu, and the other girls. But after some thought, he changed his mind. In a few months, it would be time for a life-and-death battle with Xiao Long. Meeting the girls now would be of no benefit. Everything could wait until he returned! If he was still alive then.
After bidding farewell to Jin Bao, Zhang Jianfeng, and others, Zhang Hao flew away.
There were still four months until Xiao Long and Murong Ziqian's wedding. In these four months, Zhang Hao was also preparing to further improve his strength. However, before that, Zhang Hao planned to go to Ziyang Sect first. He was preparing to send a gift to Xiao Long. The humiliation he suffered before, he would now collect some interest.
Ziyang Sect is located in the Hengfeng Mountain Range outside Purple Sun City in Jiuyang Kingdom.
At this moment, Ziyang Sect was busy from top to bottom. This was because everyone in Ziyang Sect was busy preparing for the wedding of Ziyang Sect's Young Master, the future Sect Leader, Xiao Long, and the Heaven Sword Sect's True Disciple, the Northern Region's number one beauty, Murong Ziqian, which was happening in a few months. Ziyang Sect was filled with joy from top to bottom. After all, their Young Master was already a Martial Venerable. If in the past, Ziyang Sect was strong, it could only be said to be a giant among the Ten Great Sects. But now, Ziyang Sect could truly be said to dominate the Northern Region. Everyone understood what a Martial Venerable represented.
After Xiao Long became a Martial Venerable, even Ziyang Sect's Sect Leader, Heavenly Yang True Person, had to act according to Xiao Long's mood. At this moment, Xiao Long had truly become the number one person in Ziyang Sect. After all, his cultivation even surpassed Ziyang Sect's Supreme Elder, Qiu Wangu.
And on this day, on the Hengfeng Mountain Range leading to Ziyang Sect's mountain gate, a strange Black-Clad Youth was walking up the mountain.
Why was this Black-Clad Youth called strange? Because he was carrying a huge black coffin on his shoulder. This youth was precisely Zhang Hao. This time, he was going to Ziyang Sect to deliver a gift to Xiao Long. And the gift was this coffin.
Although Ziyang Sect had masters like clouds, Zhang Hao, already at Wu Zun Second Heaven, was naturally not afraid. If there was anyone in the entire Ziyang Sect who could make him wary, it was only Xiao Long.
Zhang Hao couldn't guarantee he could defeat Xiao Long. But if he wanted to leave, he believed that no one in Ziyang Sect could keep him.
A team of Ziyang Sect Martial Warriors patrolling the mountain saw this strange person and were slightly startled. The leading burly youth said with some surprise, "The forest is vast; truly, there are all kinds of birds."
"Kid, stop."
The leading burly man called out to Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao stopped, looking at the leading burly man with a cold expression. He muttered, "Something wrong?"
The leading burly man looked at Zhang Hao and asked coldly, "Kid, what are you doing here carrying this coffin?"
"Naturally, to deliver it to someone!" Zhang Hao said lightly.
"Deliver to whom? Where are you delivering it?"
The leading burly man frowned.
"Ziyang Sect's Xiao Long!"
Zhang Hao smiled faintly.
"What? How dare you!"
A group of Ziyang Sect's Martial Warriors immediately felt a shock in their hearts. They now knew this guy was here to cause trouble. They all drew their swords and stabbed towards Zhang Hao from all directions.
Seventeen Low Stage Martial Overlords from Ziyang Sect attacking together was still very sharp. But Zhang Hao stood there, completely motionless, as if those seventeen swords were not stabbing at him.
A cruel smile appeared on Zhang Hao's face.
"Silver Wall Battle Body!"
Zhang Hao activated a silver protective energy shield.
Instantly, the seventeen swords fiercely struck Zhang Hao's protective energy shield.
"Crack!"
The swords of the seventeen Martial Overlords struck the protective energy shield as if they were stabbing a bronze wall and iron barrier. Immediately after, a huge rebounding force struck back.
With a "Pfft!" sound.
The seventeen Martial Overlords immediately flew backward, landing on the ground and spitting up large mouthfuls of blood.
Zhang Hao ignored these ordinary Disciples of Ziyang Sect and continued carrying the coffin towards Ziyang Sect. Along the way, there were still many patrolling Martial Warriors who tried to stop Zhang Hao, but they were all killed by him.
Soon, the situation down the mountain was immediately reported back to Ziyang Sect. The people of Ziyang Sect were both shocked and angry at this moment. Each one felt a great humiliation. Since Xiao Long successfully advanced to Martial Venerable, the status of the entire Ziyang Sect was unprecedented. It was not an exaggeration to say they dominated the Northern Region. Even the powerful Heavenly Demon Sect didn't dare to actively provoke Ziyang Sect at this moment. But now, there was a strange person who dared to openly provoke Ziyang Sect, which made everyone in Ziyang Sect angry.
A hundred meters in front of Ziyang Sect's mountain gate, an Outer Sect Elder of Ziyang Sect stopped Zhang Hao. If Zhang Hao really walked swaggeringly to Ziyang Sect's mountain gate carrying a coffin, everyone in Ziyang Sect would become a joke.
"Kid, who are you? Why have you come to Ziyang Sect to cause trouble?"
The Outer Sect Elder of Ziyang Sect floated in the air, looking at Zhang Hao and speaking with a cold expression.
"Here to deliver a gift." Zhang Hao smiled faintly.
This Outer Sect Elder of Ziyang Sect was only a Half-Step Martial Emperor. For Zhang Hao, this was still too weak, too weak; describing him as an ant was not an exaggeration.
"Deliver a gift, to whom?"
The Outer Sect Elder of Ziyang Sect looked at Zhang Hao and frowned.
"Xiao Long!" Zhang Hao said calmly.
"What?"
The Outer Sect Elder of Ziyang Sect's heart immediately trembled, then he became angry. He said to Zhang Hao with righteous indignation, "Kid, it seems you're purely here to seek death. Then this Elder will grant your wish."
"Kaiyang Palm!"
The Outer Sect Elder of Ziyang Sect roared and sent out a scorching palm strike.
Zhang Hao held the black coffin with his right hand, standing firm and unmoving. He met the strike with a single palm from his left hand.
With a "Boom!" sound.
The two forces fiercely collided in the air.
Zhang Hao didn't move, not even his clothes fluttered slightly. But the Outer Sect Elder of Ziyang Sect screamed and flew backward. He landed on the ground motionless, clearly dead.
"What!"
The Disciples of Ziyang Sect observing the situation from a distance were all stunned. They hadn't expected that the Outer Sect Elder, a Half-Step Martial Emperor, couldn't even withstand one move from the opponent and was sent flying. Just how strong was this person? The Disciples of Ziyang Sect couldn't even imagine it at this moment.
Zhang Hao didn't care about the thoughts of these Ziyang Sect Disciples. He just walked step by step towards Ziyang Sect's mountain gate.
