This battle really established Qin Hao's status at Qiankun Academy.
Even the most unruly geniuses held admiration for Qin Hao.
It hadn't been long, yet he had grown so much.
In reality, strong figures such as the Golden Lion, though known as the younger generation and having stepped into the Heavenly God Realm, were actually hundreds of years old.
But in terms of combat power, they were no match for Qin Hao.
Although Qin Hao had only just entered the ranks of the Star-picking, his true strength was incomparable to theirs.
"Brother Qin, thank you for preserving a bit of face for me," said Meng Xiang, expressing his deep gratitude to Qin Hao.
"Brother Meng, there's no need for such formality. We are all from the same academy, and naturally, we won't allow a comrade to be bullied by others," Qin Hao said with a smile.
Meng Xiang didn't say much else, merely toasting Qin Hao, but it was evident that he harbored deep gratitude in his heart.
