But Ling Hao still stopped him.
Ling Mu was instantly enraged, his face flushed red, and he roared in a low voice, "What else do you want?"
Ling Hao patiently explained, "You shouted very loudly, but you didn't address anyone. How are you going to know who you're calling?"
Ling Mu was furious upon hearing this, "You! Fine, fine, Brother Hao, is that alright now?"
Ling Hao looked at Ling Mu, who was about to lose control of his anger, and nodded firmly, "That's enough, Brother Mu."
Ling Mu felt so ashamed that he couldn't face anyone. He had been thoroughly humiliated today and wanted to find a place to crawl into.
In his panic, he hastily stepped off the stage and left without looking back.
But at that moment, he sensed a breakthrough.
"Huh, late-stage Golden Core cultivator? Who's so lucky?"
Ling Mu had a very bad feeling. When he turned his head and saw the person who had broken through, he felt like he had swallowed a dead fly.
That's right, it was Ling Hao who broke through. He resolved his inner conflict, his mind became clear, and he advanced naturally.
When Ling Hao saw Ling Mu looking at him, he smiled brightly and said, "I am truly grateful to Brother Mu for helping me comprehend the sword intent and for helping me break through. Thank you, thank you."
Upon hearing this, Ling Mu could no longer contain himself. His chest tightened, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He wasn't injured while fighting on the battle stage, but instead vomited blood after stepping off the stage, which shows how frustrated Ling Mu was.
Everyone stared at this scene with a puzzled expression.
Upon seeing this, Ling Yunbo rushed over and, while checking his physical condition, comforted him, saying, "Mu'er, are you alright? Temporary success or failure doesn't matter."
Ling Mu shook his head bitterly, "Father, don't worry, I'm fine, it's just that my chest feels a little tight."
Ling Yunbo thought to himself, "It's not just you who feels tightness in your chest; I feel it too."
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