Eternal Heavenly Emperor

One step, two steps, ten steps, thirty steps, fifty steps, each stride Chu Hao took was steady and sure.

For a Martial Master, the three hundred meters wide river wasn't considered broad at all; although Chu Hao only took half-meter steps, with just over six hundred steps, he could cross this river.

Four minutes later, he appeared on the other side of the river.

However, starting from the zombies at the first checkpoint, then the Gloomy Wind Vine guarding the valley, and now the river mechanism stakes, the difficulty level didn't decrease at all. Among the 400 people who came in, how many could pass?

During the Ancient Times, martial arts should have been more flourishing.

After crossing the river, the high tower was now very close. A square paved with bluestone appeared ahead, and the high tower stood within it, reaching at least several thousand meters high. Chu Hao couldn't see the top at all.

Although the technology here wasn't developed, aside from martial arts, they surpassed in many areas far beyond earthlings. This high tower, for instance, was impossible for earthlings to construct something similar.

So tall!

Striding forward, as he neared the tower, he saw a young man approaching from the opposite direction.

This person wore luxurious red clothes, was tall and slim, with hair tied with a jade crown, resembling nobility. He even held a folding fan, casually fanning himself, exuding arrogance.

Coming from the opposite direction could only mean one thing – the opponent was a Martial Sect!

Indeed, Chu Hao could sense the opponent's deep and unfathomable presence, completely unreadable.

– High Tier Martial Artists could roughly estimate the cultivation of Low Tier Martial Artists, but not the other way around.

Chu Hao didn't want to cause trouble, quickly moving his gaze away, intending to find the tower's entrance.

"Stop!" The young man in red commanded, closing his folding fan and pointing it at Chu Hao, "Meeting me is your misfortune. Cripple your right hand, and I might spare your life!"

For no reason at all, just one encounter, and he wanted to maim someone?

Chu Hao stopped, his voice low, "Why?"

"Because I feel like it!" The young man in red grinned, his smile sinister. "My power is stronger than yours, so I can decide your fate! You should be grateful I'm in a good mood; otherwise, you wouldn't even have a choice!"

Truly tyrannical!

Chu Hao smiled faintly, "I've never surrendered without a fight, and I don't intend to start now!"

"What a pity you met me!" The young man in red also laughed, "Anyuan County Spirit Demon Sect, He Tong!"

"Never heard of it." Chu Hao shook his head.

"What!" He Tong's eyes tightened, revealing a murderous aura, "You dare say you've never heard my name?"

Chu Hao shrugged, "On the Fledgling Dragon List, what rank are you?"

He Tong immediately deflated. He had become a Martial Sect by chance, but his talent wasn't top-notch, so he wasn't on the Fledgling Dragon List. This had always been his sore spot, and being mentioned by Chu Hao made him extremely displeased.

"You're courting death!" He Tong's face filled with killing intent; this hateful kid must die.

Chu Hao couldn't help but laugh, "You may be a Martial Sect, but I'm guessing you haven't cleared the Ninth Proper Meridian! So, what do I have to fear from a Martial Sect like you?"

"Ha! Ha!" He Tong sneered, "You think clearing the Ninth Meridian makes you a match for a Martial Sect? Laughable. Martial Sect and Martial Master are completely different levels, it's not just an increase in power, but –"

He paused, raising his right hand. A crimson light, about half a foot long, formed immediately, "Starlight!"

Half a foot, that was roughly equivalent to the mid-stage of a First Tier Martial Sect.

Chu Hao thought to himself, as a Martial Sect progressed each realm, the Starlight would extend by a foot in length. This opponent's Starlight was only half a foot, clearly indicating mid-First Tier... of course, it could be possible he was intentionally showing weakness.

But Chu Hao believed He Tong's character wouldn't do that, as he completely looked down on Chu Hao, and wouldn't bother hiding his strength. Instead, he probably wished his Starlight could extend ten, twenty feet to utterly terrify Chu Hao.

It was a winnable battle.

Chu Hao thought to himself, shaking his hands, "Come, let me experience the power of a Martial Sect!"

"You'll soon regret your words and actions!" He Tong said coldly, "Never provoke someone ten times stronger than you. It won't do you any good! However, you have no future; today will be your death!"

Chu Hao had no time for nonsense, leaping forward, initiating the attack.

Although he had fought Jin Yunlin before, it was limited to five moves, and Jin Yunlin had just broken through, strictly speaking only a Quasi-Martial Sect. But this guy in front of him was a genuine Martial Sect, already reaching mid-First Tier.

"Audacious!" He Tong was furious; a mere Martial Master dared to attack him first, truly courting death. He snorted, his right fist clenched, and punched towards Chu Hao.

Starlight shone, intimidating.

To a Martial Master, Starlight was the most terrifying weapon in the world; there was no method to resist it.

Chu Hao never intended to resist. No matter how unstoppable Starlight was, as long as it didn't hit him, it was useless. His body moved through the air, defying gravity, fast and elusive, like a ghost.

So fast!

He Tong thought to himself. He hadn't expected a mere Martial Master to erupt with such speed, nor had he anticipated Chu Hao could move through the air! Many movement techniques allowed Martial Artists to defy gravity, but reaching that level was rare.

At least He Tong hadn't achieved it.

He felt a surge of jealousy, his killing intent growing.

"Die now!" He unleashed a flurry of punches, hundreds in an instant. The sky filled with fist shadows, coupled with the destructive force of Starlight. Just one punch hitting a vital spot would finish Chu Hao for sure.

Chu Hao remained exceptionally calm. His opponent's moves were swiftly analyzed by his powerful Derivation ability, making each punch predictable, allowing him to dodge effortlessly while launching counter-attacks with both palms.

Boom, flames ignited on his palms, one strike landing on He Tong's right arm.

"Haha, a mere Martial Master, even if you hit me a hundred times, what harm does it do?" He Tong said indifferently. His Star Force easily blocked Chu Hao's attack, while Chu Hao's Star Force couldn't block his Starlight.

Thus, He Tong didn't need to focus on defense at all. On the other hand, any mistake on Chu Hao's part would spell his doom.

Their error margins were on completely different levels.

"Ah!" He Tong suddenly shouted in surprise, looking incredulously at his right arm, where a half-inch-deep wound appeared, with no blood seeping out, the wound charred black.

He couldn't block Chu Hao's attack?

How was it possible!

He Tong stared, seeing a trace of blue light within the flames on Chu Hao's palm.

Top Grade Constitution!

He immediately thought. It was said that Top Grade Constitution could let a Martial Artist possess abilities rivaling Starlight during the Martial Master Realm, like Ice Light, or Chu Hao's current Blue Flame.

Though just a trace, it wasn't inferior to Starlight in lethality, easily tearing through his Star Force defense, leaving a wound.

It was envy and hate combined!

He Tong glared at Chu Hao. His opponent had formidable comprehension, mastering movement techniques to reverse gravity, and a Constitution unmatched. Such a person was a born Martial Artist, a true genius, whose one day of cultivation exceeded others' half a month. Their same-tier fights were destined for victory.

His killing intent surged again; such a genius had to be killed as soon as possible.

– His own conditions were unchangeable, but he could kill other geniuses to maintain his status.

"You! Must! Die!" He said, enunciating each word.

Chu Hao smiled faintly, "Then try and see, whether it's you killing me, or me killing you today!"

"There will be no surprises, you will die by my hands!" He Tong let out a series of laughs, lunged at Chu Hao, launching a frantic assault.

This time, he was more cautious, avoiding Chu Hao's Blue Flame. Caution didn't mean weaker attacks, though. Instead, he unleashed a powerful punching technique, increasing the pressure on Chu Hao.

Chu Hao also employed the Sky Wind Eight Styles; the two young men engaged in fierce combat.

In terms of power, one was a mid-First Tier Martial Sect, the other a Martial Master Peak at Nine Meridians, both fairly evenly matched. As for trump cards, one had Starlight, the other Blue Flame, making He Tong still stronger, but wary of Chu Hao's Blue Flame.

Thus, their contest was down to Martial Techniques and combat skills.

Here, Chu Hao wasn't afraid at all.

The Sky Wind Eight Styles was at least Earth Level Lower Grade, and his fusion technique Return to One was close to Earth Level Middle-Grade. At their level, they couldn't cultivate Heaven Level Martial Arts due to insufficient strength.

So, it came down to who mastered Earth Level Martial Techniques better and utilized them more effectively.

Nine Meridians... truly strong!

He Tong grew more astonished as they fought. He had broken through at Eight Meridians Peak, and since becoming a Martial Sect, he hadn't faced a Nine Meridians Heaven Talented. He always believed no Martial Master could compare to a Martial Sect.

Now, his confidence was shattered.

A Martial Master could be this strong!

If he had known, he wouldn't have provoked Chu Hao. Even if he could kill him, what benefit was there?

He originally thought he could crush an ant, easily stepping on it. But reality was entirely different.

He regretted it.

"Humph, I need to enter the tower for my opportunity, no time to play!" He Tong said, dropping a face-saving excuse, attempting to withdraw.

"You don't decide that now!" Chu Hao snorted, intercepting him with a leap.