Eternal Heavenly Emperor

Chu Hao swung his palms, giving it his all.

"Slash." Ling Tianhe roared, swinging his blade again.

Sky Wind Eight Styles, Fourth Style, Splitting Earth.

Boom.

With a heavy sound, the stage couldn't withstand the terrifying impact of the two's powers and collapsed.

Dust filled the air, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Who won?

A cold wind blew, sending chills to everyone, and it also swept the dust away, revealing the scene where the stage used to be.

Chu Hao and Ling Tianyun were both standing, about five meters apart.

Still no winner?

Chu Hao suddenly turned around and started walking away.

Did he lose?

Yeah, if he didn't lose, why would he leave?

"Well done, Clan Brother Tianyun."

"People from the Lower World just can't compare to us."

"Even if one is a genius, they still have to lose to Clan Brother Tianyun."

Everyone commented, pride showing on their faces. Originally, defeating someone from the Lower World didn't call for such delight, but Chu Hao's outstanding performance unknowingly made everyone regard him as a genius capable of rivaling Ling Tianhe and the others.

Slap.

Just then, a cold wind blew, and Ling Tianyun fell back, raising a cloud of dust.

What!

Everyone was shocked by this sudden turn of events.

"In this battle, Chu Hao wins," the adjudicator announced, checking Ling Tianyun's pulse and lifting him up, "Tianyun has sustained serious internal injuries and needs immediate treatment."

With that, he flew away with Ling Tianyun.

So it turned out Ling Tianyun had fainted. Only his strong will kept him standing upright, but once he lost consciousness, a gust of wind knocked him down.

Chu Hao was the winner.

Now, everyone was unsure, and the next match was between Ling Yueying and Chu Hao. Could she stop this genius from the Lower World?

Chu Hao returned to Madam Yun and the others, and saw Tang Xin and the others all gaping, unable to speak, even Madam Yun was equally shocked.

Unbelievable.

This guy already had the strength of a Core Disciple.

"Why are you all looking at me like this? Is there something on my face?" Chu Hao asked with a smile.

"There's a big 'weird' character on it." Tang Xin finally came back to his senses, "You, I understand you less and less. Two years ago, I could crush you with a finger, but now it's reversed. It's too unfair."

These words confused Yu Wenjing and Le Deqing, thinking Tang Xin was joking. How could one's strength change so drastically in just two years?

Chu Hao sat down, with two more battles left, he could rest for a while.

In the previous battle, he had expended too much Star Force. Fortunately, the next opponent wasn't strong, and he could win easily. But the following match against Ling Yueying would be a tough one.

After ten minutes, all eight battles were over, and the semifinals would begin.

Chu Hao's opponent was a seventh-tier martial master but was far inferior to Ling Tianyun. So he said: "I know I can't win, but I still want to try. I'll use just three moves."

These three moves were his ultimate tricks, the Triple Chain Kick Technique, extremely sharp, but they had no effect against Chu Hao's Jade Wall Technique. He conceded after three moves, maintaining his dignity and earning a broad-minded reputation.

The selection of the final four was unsurprising: Chu Hao, Ling Tianhe, and Ling Yueying were among them, while the last person was insignificant, certainly not able to become third.

Now, it all depended on whether Chu Hao or Ling Yueying could fight their way through to meet Ling Tianhe in the final.

"Chu Hao, don't go easy because your opponent is a beauty. You represent us from the Lower World, you must win honor," Tang Xin said, patting Chu Hao's shoulder.

Chu Hao glared at him, "Do you think I'm like you, just liking any beauty?"

Tang Xin was embarrassed, quickly glancing at Madam Yun before saying, "What nonsense, I'm a dedicated person."

"Senior Brother Chu, good luck."

"Make sure to win."

Yu Wenjing and Le Deqing cheered for Chu Hao.

Fu Xue sighed, "Why is my cultivation so slow? If I were at the fifth-tier peak, I could have a good fight with them."

"Fu Xue, if your progress is considered slow, how are we supposed to live?" Tang Xin, Yu Wenjing, and Le Deqing all complained.

Chu Hao stepped onto the stage, and the two semifinals would begin simultaneously.

Across from him stood Ling Yueying, a slender and beautiful woman.

"Brother Chu, you are truly remarkable. Such strength at such a young age would rank in the top 20 of even our Dharma Lotus Hall's Inner Sect Disciples, maybe even challenging Core Disciple level," Ling Yueying praised generously.

"Thank you." Chu Hao nodded. Not everyone in the Ling Family was evil, so he responded according to how they treated him. However, Chu Hao would definitely not spare the Ling Family's masterminds, those who knew the truth.

Because of those people's conduct, the Yunliu Sect invaded the Lower World, turning it into a tributary state.

Generation after generation of geniuses from the Lower World were brought over, and those who complied lived, those who resisted perished. Even the compliant ones lived without dignity, poisoned and forced to serve the Ling Family.

Such forces were despicable.

"If we fight, it will likely end in both of us being severely injured," Ling Yueying said, "Brother Chu, this is an internal battle of the Ling Family. There's no need for an outsider like you to be so serious. How about giving me some face and conceding?"

She was confident she wouldn't lose to Chu Hao, but a full-strength battle would make facing Ling Tianhe in the final uncertain.

Therefore, she naturally wanted to persuade Chu Hao to withdraw.

Chu Hao's expression turned cold, realizing this woman just wanted to preserve her strength. He despised such people, thinking, as a martial artist, what use was achieving first place through scheming?

They lacked a heart unafraid of difficulties and advancing forever forward.

Though her current cultivation was much higher than Fu Xue's, Chu Hao believed that as soon as Fu Xue reached the seventh-tier, she could win against her, maybe even at the sixth-tier.

He shook his head, "Let's fight it out."

Ling Yueying showed an angry expression, thinking why this outsider needed to compete. She continued to persuade, "I can give you three thousand Jin of Star Stone." She thought Chu Hao was reluctant to give up the first-place reward.

Chu Hao laughed heartily. He certainly wanted the first-place reward, but he also wanted to slap the Ling Family, showing them that people from the Lower World were not dogs. He clenched his fists and said, "No more words, let's fight."

"You are so stubborn." Ling Yuerong said coldly, drawing a long sword from her back with a metallic sound. It gleamed like a pool of autumn water, emitting a bone-chilling cold, with visible layers of white mist drifting from it.

Chu Hao, uninterested in wasting words, raised his fists, and boom, his bloodline power activated, setting his fists ablaze, driving away the cold instantly.

Ling Yueying shouted, swinging her sword.

Her swordsmanship was extraordinary, and the sword was also a Treasure Artifact, embedded with two inner cores of ferocious beasts. She was also a Fourth Grade Sect's Inner Sect Disciple, proficient in Martial Techniques no weaker than Ling Tianyun's, making her attack more intense for Chu Hao.

Chu Hao was fearless too. He unfolded his derivation ability, making the world's movements seem slower, her attacks traceable, allowing him to face them calmly.

Without using ultimate moves, such attacks couldn't truly threaten him.

They engaged in a fierce battle, but it was merely for show. Both were probing each other's strength—seeing the opponent in action was different from personally exchanging blows.

After about ten minutes, both had a fair understanding of each other's strength.

At this time, Ling Tianhe had already defeated his opponent and stood with arms crossed below the stage. His expression seemed relaxed, but only he knew the strong apprehension rising inside him.

Either of these two would become a formidable opponent if they won.

Fight as hard as you can, he thought, hoping for both to suffer heavy injuries so he could easily clean up afterward.

Ling Yuerong noticed Ling Tianhe's expression and felt more anxious. Her resentment towards Chu Hao grew. Why did this kid have to compete? What good was it for him to win first place?

This was the glory belonging to the Ling Family members, what did it have to do with him?

She focused her gaze, finally deciding to use her ultimate move.

Chu Hao sensed it immediately, the intent of the Sky Wind Eight Styles flowing through his mind.

Ling Yuerong shouted, her feet struck the stage, cracking the ground. Suddenly, streams of force shot from the ground, transforming into Ice Arrows, flying toward Chu Hao.

Boom.

Chu Hao took an Ice Arrow head-on with his body, immediately paling. The arrow's power far exceeded his expectations, even with the Jade Wall Technique, his body turned cold, and the hit place lost all sensation.

He quickly changed his position, but Ice Arrows continuously shot from the ground, leaving him no safe spot.

This was Ling Yuerong's ultimate move.

Catch the ringleader first.

Chu Hao looked at Ling Yuerong, leaped up, and charged toward her.

If he didn't defeat this woman, he would only suffer passively, which didn't match his nature.

"Residual Cloud Kick."

Ling Yuerong flipped back, supported by her hands, and her legs spun like windmills, sweeping toward Chu Hao. Her legs were covered in a layer of ice, indicating her ice attribute physique.

Though she wielded a sword, her best skill was the Leg Technique.

Chu Hao shouted, his hands forming palms, and the Sky Wind Eight Styles unfolded.