Lin Hao was only at the Seventh Layer of the Elemental Control Realm, yet a casual stomp of his foot had triggered the restrictive formation. The eyes of all the upper-division disciples narrowed.
Liu Tian was among them. His pupils contracted for a moment before his gaze on Lin Hao became intensely bright.
On the Saint War Platform, Wang Jianglin's expression shifted slightly.
As a Saint Master of the Saint Institute, he understood the restrictive formation far better than the disciples.
The fact that Lin Hao could trigger the formation with a simple stomp and leap made Wang Jianglin instantly shed his contempt.
"What's all the racket for? In that much of a hurry to leave the Saint Institute?" Atop the high platform, Lin Hao's opening words sent a new wave of turmoil through Wang Jianglin's recently calmed mind.
