Eternal Heavenly Emperor

Gathering Wind.

Chu Hao unleashed the first form of Sky Wind Eight Styles. The powerful palm strike formed a frightening gale, sweeping towards Ling Yuerong.

Ling Yuerong sneered coldly, "You've already used this move, and you still think it will work on me?" She danced swiftly on her legs like a windmill, an endless frost force spreading out.

Boom.

The two clashed, and Chu Hao was sent flying three or four meters away. Ling Yuerong also did not fare well, her delicate face turned pale instantly. Under the effect of Shocking Force, her body trembled incessantly, and her entire figure was covered in frost, making it seem like she was frozen.

The so-called ultimate move might lose effectiveness when expected, but Sky Wind Eight Styles was an Earth Level Martial Technique. Even if seen once before, it still caused a terrifying impact.

After all, not everyone was like Chu Hao, possessing powerful Derivation and analysis abilities. How could one understand it completely after just one glance?

Chu Hao squinted his eyes, his figure leaping forward again.

Sky Wind Eight Styles, second form, Breaking Wave.

Boom.

The two clashed again, one being ice and the other fire, one using legs and the other using palms. Ice and fire waves danced together, making the scene extremely magnificent.

Cloud Dispersal, Splitting Earth.

Chu Hao executed two more moves of the Sky Wind Eight Styles. Ling Yuerong, who was talented enough to be accepted into the Inner Sect of a Fourth-Grade Sect, had found ways to counter these four palm techniques after seeing them once, blocking them all.

Of course, this was also because her leg technique was formidable, at least at the High-Grade Human Level, possibly even Lower Grade Earth Level.

Chu Hao took a deep breath, the fifth form of the Sky Wind Eight Styles was ready.

"Your performance ends here," Ling Yuerong shouted, dancing her legs again, attacking Chu Hao.

Sky Collapse.

Chu Hao's palms shifted, unleashing the fifth form of the Sky Wind Eight Styles, an ancient and desolate aura surging towards Ling Yuerong.

Boom.

The two clashed again, Chu Hao was once again sent flying. He was hit by dozens of Ice Arrows. Despite activating the Jade Wall Technique, he still got shot heavily.

Thankfully, he had already formed a stream of fiery heat within his body; otherwise, the Ice Frost Power could have frozen his blood solid.

Ling Yuerong's hair was disheveled, her clothes were tattered and burnt in some places, and blasted apart in others due to Shocking Force, giving her a ragged and mad appearance, with none of her beauty left.

She was furious, her chest heaving. Even though she knew Chu Hao was difficult to deal with, she never expected him to be so tough, making her so humiliated.

"You forced this on me," she roared with fury, pressing her hand on her chest. With a cry, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned into ice upon contact with the air and shattered when it hit the ground.

The surrounding temperature plummeted dramatically.

Though the Ice Arrows had ceased, the threat to Chu Hao increased. Frost quickly enveloped his face, hair, and clothes, making it seem like he was about to be frozen solid.

"I possess an ice-frost physique. With my cultivation of the 'Minor Cold Sky Technique,' my Ice Frost Power can seal any opponent whose cultivation is below mine," Ling Yuerong, like an ice queen, pointed sinisterly at Chu Hao. A long string of icicles grew from her finger, extending towards Chu Hao's forehead.

"Furthermore, I have utilized the Self-Sacrifice Technique, sacrificing a month of injury to push the Minor Cold Sky Technique to the Seventh Layer Realm. How will you defend against that?"

The icicle touched Chu Hao's forehead, an endless chill surging, forming layers of ice over Chu Hao.

Ling Yuerong sneered coldly. If she added another hit now, she could shatter Chu Hao completely.

"Oh, I thought you were more formidable, but it turns out you're only at this level?" Chu Hao's voice suddenly came through.

What!

Ling Yuerong was horrified. How was the other party still able to speak? This was absolutely impossible and should not be happening.

Everyone around watched nervously. If Ling Yuerong lost, the only person left to stop Chu Hao would be Ling Tianhe. Given Chu Hao's demonstrated strength, even Ling Tianhe wasn't certain of victory.

Would the family festival's top spot be taken by an outsider?

This would be a huge disgrace if it spread.

"Cousin Yuerong, take down this brat."

"How can the genius of the Ling Family lose to an outsider?"

"Go, go, take him down."

People cheered for Ling Yuerong, not caring about the potential harm their words might cause to the recruits from the Lower World.

In the face of family honor, nothing else mattered.

With a dark look, Ling Yuerong pushed her finger forward forcefully, aiming to pierce through Chu Hao's forehead.

But as she exerted force, she felt it completely miss, finding no strength to grip. Despite being an Eighth Tier Peak martial master with great control over energy, she felt so frustrated that she nearly spat blood.

Alarmed, she looked at Chu Hao, seeing the ice on him melting rapidly.

Roar.

A blazing white flame rose from Chu Hao's head, over a foot high. Roar, roar, flames also burst from his hands. Under the burn of these three flames, the ice melted instantly, and the temperature began to rise crazily.

Ling Yuerong was utterly shocked. How could this be?

His cultivation was clearly much weaker, so how could he suppress her? She had an ice-frost physique, which made her stronger the colder the environment was unless it exceeded her limits.

Conversely, the hotter it got, the weaker her strength. If she fought at a volcano's mouth, she wouldn't even be able to perform at half her combat power.

Chu Hao grinned, showing his teeth. He hadn't pushed his physique to the extreme because he didn't want to rely too much on it. But now that the opponent used her physique and cultivation technique to freeze him, he had no choice but to use it.

Coincidentally, Ling Yuerong had an ice-frost physique, directly countering his.

Chu Hao's cultivation was indeed inferior, but his physique was terrifying.

Even Su Wanyue, the ancient clan princess who had undergone Ancestral Pool baptism and awakened her bloodline further, acknowledged being lesser.

Comparing physique with Chu Hao was courting disaster.

Only by withstanding it for a moment, Ling Yuerong retracted her Ice Frost Power. The ongoing struggle consumed her strength too rapidly, and continuing would soon exhaust her.

"Your physique is so strong," Ling Yuerong was genuinely shocked now.

Although having a strong physique didn't necessarily guarantee reaching higher realms, within the same realm, a strong physique could significantly enhance combat power. Like her, relying on her physique and ice techniques, she formed Ice Seal Power, able to freeze opponents of the same realm, winning easily.

But now, Chu Hao's stronger physique countered her instead.

She couldn't fathom how someone from the Lower World could have a physique surpassing hers. She had been accepted by Dharma Lotus Hall not for her comprehension but for her ice-frost physique.

Defeating her in her proudest domain left her deeply frustrated.

Chu Hao didn't answer, he just moved his hands, ready to unleash the sixth form of Sky Wind Eight Styles.

Star Shatter.

He shot forward, pushing with both palms.

"No—" Ling Yuerong screamed, her body futilely resisting as she was sent flying, crashing onto the stage.

She had forcefully boosted her cultivation power, suffering internal injuries, believing she could swiftly subdue Chu Hao, but it hadn't worked. This exchange left her with no power to resist.

"In this battle, Chu Hao wins," the referee announced gravely, looking displeased.

Yet another genius of the Ling Family defeated by an outsider, who could be happy about that?

The crowd was silent, all eyes on Ling Tianhe.

Only he could stop Chu Hao now.

He had to, or letting an outsider win was a slap to the Ling Family's face.

Chu Hao walked down the stage, having roughly half an hour to rest before the final battle.

"Chu Hao, the next match, take it easy and lose," Le Deqing whispered as he approached.

"Why concede?" Fu Xue protested first.

Tang Xin nodded, "This is still the Ling Family's event."

Chu Hao looked towards Madam Yun, saying, "What does Madam say?" He indeed wanted to humiliate the Ling Family but owed Madam Yun many favors. Hence, he could step back if she asked.

Madam Yun frowned slightly, then said after a while, "Don't compromise yourself, if a Martial Artist fights, they should give their all."

"Well said," Fu Xue clenched her fists, the battle maniac despised holding back in a fight.

Chu Hao nodded. He only owed Madam Yun. Since she urged him to give his all, he would not hold back any longer.

Le Deqing, Tang Xin, and Yu Wenjing sighed. If it were their family's festival, having an outsider win first place in the junior competition wouldn't please anyone.

But they were unaware of the Ling Family's malicious plans for them, nor that they were already poisoned. Otherwise, they might burn the Ling Family down in fury.

Chu Hao took out a Star Stone, quickly restoring his Star Force during the break.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Chu Hao jumped back onto the stage.

Ling Tianhe was already waiting, his hands behind his back. He scanned Chu Hao coldly, "I never thought you'd get this far."

Chu Hao laughed, saying, "Didn't you say you'd show me a good time at the family festival?" He paused, then arrogantly declared, "Well, here I am."