Eternal Heavenly Emperor

Puff, there was a muffled sound, and the clothes on the senior brother's body turned into fragments dancing in the air. He looked at Chu Hao with an incredulous gaze, then looked down at his chest before collapsing with a crash.

One punch kill.

Impossible, how could it be?

The remaining two were almost scared to piss themselves. That was their senior brother, a super expert of the Fledgling Dragon List. Due to age and regional restrictions, only 15 top experts from the Fledgling Dragon List entered here this time. Even counting up to 109, only 16 people could rank above their senior brother.

Among these 16 people, there was definitely no trace of this young man in front of them.

But their senior brother was killed with one punch, what kind of concept was this?

Who was this young man after all, with such an absurd level of strength? Why wasn't such an expert on the Fledgling Dragon List? Are you kidding me!

Chu Hao smiled faintly and said, "The Fledgling Dragon List is updated every three years, and this time, many new faces should appear!"

Without mentioning others, just from what he knew, who among Qin Yulian, Wu Shitong, Cang Taiyun, and Jiang Qixuan did not have the strength to rival the Four Talented? After this Ancient Training Ground session, as long as they didn't die, they would undoubtedly break through to the Martial Sect.

By then, even Jin Yunlin wouldn't dare to say he could defeat them.

Unfortunately, Fu Xue, whose talent was definitely no less than Jin Yunlin's, started later, but she would surely shine brightly in the next Fledgling Dragon List, astonishing everyone.

Thinking of this, Chu Hao couldn't help but reveal a smile; it seemed quite interesting.

"Run!" The remaining two looked at each other and suddenly turned and fled.

--Their senior brother was already dead, what were they still trying to fight for? Did they think they could defeat Chu Hao?

Chu Hao snorted. He wasn't merciful; when eliminating evil, one must be thorough. He employed the Sky Stepping Technique, zooming through the air, quickly chasing the two.

The Sky Stepping Technique wasn't a top-tier movement technique, but those two were not talents of the Fledgling Dragon List, so how could they have learned such profound techniques? Yet Chu Hao had reached the Ten Meridians, and the gap between them couldn't simply be measured by the difference of two meridians; it was an overall realm suppression.

How could they escape?

After only a few leaps, Chu Hao caught up with one of them and struck out with a palm.

Pa, that person continued to run, but as he ran, his entire body suddenly shattered, turning into a rain of blood and minced meat.

Shocking Force!

Even Chu Hao was startled, not expecting it to be so bloody. Then again, he had suddenly leaped to the Ten Meridians and wasn't fully familiar with his strength, making a big difference compared to ordinary Eight Meridians.

The flesh burst apart, splattering all over the last woman, drenching her in blood and scaring her into a shiver. Her legs felt hot, for she had wet herself in fear.

With a puff, she kneeled before Chu Hao, crying, "Please, don't kill me, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I'll do anything for you, anything you want!"

Fearing Chu Hao would strike her, she quickly undid her clothes, saying, "I have a great figure, look, my chest is big, white, and firm, and my skills in bed are superb!"

She stuck out her tongue, trying to be seductive, but her face was covered in blood and flesh, leaving no trace of sexiness.

Chu Hao was unmoved. No matter how beautiful she was, she had harbored killing intent against him and acted on it, making her his enemy.

For enemies, his solutions were always simple.

Pa!

Chu Hao struck with his palm, knocking the woman down. Her eyes were wide open, wondering why Chu Hao hadn't succumbed to her temptation. To get the spot in the Ancient Training Ground, she had slept with a big shot in the sect for several days and done many disgusting things.

Why was his will so steadfast?

Chu Hao searched the bodies of the four, but only the senior brother was well-off, having a Mustard Seed Ring. The others had nothing. Inside the ring were only some Star Stones and a few herbs they had previously picked, worth a few thousand Star Stones.

He was about to leave but stopped in his tracks, standing like a stone.

A killing intent had locked onto him. If he took another step, he'd enter the opponent's strongest attack range. Any slight movement would provoke a thunderous attack from the other side.

This aura... was definitely not from a martial master.

The opponent was a Martial Sect.

With a planned ambush and an unexpected strike, the attack would be tremendously powerful, while Chu Hao was unprepared. Whether it was Return to One or Thunderclap Miles, they couldn't be used instantly.

Thus, stepping forward might result in mutual destruction or even his death.

He silently praised his opponent, a true assassin, adept at seizing opportunities.

But who was the hunter and who was the prey was still uncertain, as he had discovered him!

Chu Hao stood like a rock, waiting for the opponent to strike.

The killing intent was fierce, locked onto him firmly, but it was like holding one's breath; it couldn't be held forever and would cause immense harm to oneself if held too long.

Chu Hao stood firm like a mountain, his presence like a towering peak, unwavering against any storm.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes!

Swish, a figure suddenly shot out from the distant bushes, not attacking Chu Hao, but fleeing far away. Running, the figure suddenly spat out blood but continued to flee even faster.

Chu Hao couldn't help but shake his head, feeling it was a pity. Had the assassin not spat out the blood, he would have suffered a serious internal injury, possibly affecting his future cultivation.

But Chu Hao also grew vigilant. The opponent, clearly a Martial Sect, chose to flee at the cost of spitting blood rather than forcibly attacking. Such decisiveness was chilling.

This was a true assassin, one who only struck when victory was assured.

So, if he did strike, it meant certain death for the target.

"Could it be, he is Zhu Ying, the Shadow Assassin ranked 101st on the Fledgling Dragon List? Only he fits the profile." Chu Hao muttered. In fact, even Bian Yu, the highest-ranked here, wouldn't dare underestimate Zhu Ying.

Because Zhu Ying wasn't purely a martial artist but an assassin.

One-strike kills were his style, never fighting unconfident battles, excelling in movement technique and concealing himself. Pursuing him was nearly impossible.

The Fledgling Dragon List ranked abilities in direct combat; assassination wasn't considered, so Zhu Ying's ranking wasn't high. But to underestimate him would be a grave mistake.

Chu Hao felt proud. Simply standing still had made the assassin cough up blood and retreat, a feat that would enhance his reputation.

"In a direct fight, using my ultimate moves, Return to One and Thunderclap Miles, I could kill him instantly. But how much damage would I take? I might be pierced through the heart by his sword!"

Chu Hao muttered, considering the opponent's Nine Meridians breakthrough—one couldn't even qualify for the Fledgling Dragon List below Nine Meridians—and having stagnated at the Nine Meridians Peak for a long time, his Star Force was immensely refined. Chu Hao had no advantage in strength.

The experts on the Fledgling Dragon List should never be underestimated.

That's what made it interesting, didn't it?

Chu Hao's battle intent surged. Was he weaker? The Ten Meridians, reaching such a Great Perfection state rarely achieved even by the supreme War Gods in history.

With just over half a year until the Fledgling Dragon List was reshuffled, set to take place in the Upper Three Counties, he decided to go and witness the true geniuses of Cang State.

He advanced with big strides, his momentum soaring after the silent contest with Zhu Ying. His entire being radiated sharply, like an unleashed sharp sword.

...

"Run, that's You Zhiyuan!" A group fled in panic, while a young man chased them leisurely, casually punching and striking, sending out energies forming demonic shapes, suppressing the fleeing ones.

Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa.

Each hit by those demonic figures stopped, then scratched their chests frenetically, digging out their hearts and collapsing dead.

How eerie!

"Encountering me and still wanting to live?" You Zhiyuan sneered, "Except for the disciples of the Spirit Demon Sect, those who meet me have only death!" He casually flipped through their Mustard Seed Rings, coveting the herbs inside.

"I wonder where that woman is?" He licked his tongue, revealing a lascivious look.

He loved killing and women, with a penchant for torturing beauties to death. But being the most outstanding disciple of the Spirit Demon Sect of this generation, who dared to criticize him?

In fact, the Spirit Demon Sect, bearing the name 'demon,' was inherently malevolent from top to bottom.

"I'll find you, my little beauty!" He laughed.

...

"I don't want bloodshed; hand over your Mustard Seed Rings and kill yourselves!" In another corner, Bian Yu stood before a group, hands behind his back, looking indifferent.

"Pah, Gentleman Sword? More like a hypocrite!" One spat, "Clearly intent on killing and looting, yet pretending to be noble. Pah!"

Swish, a sword light flashed, and before anyone could see the strike, the speaker was cleaved into two, from forehead to groin.

Because the sword momentum was so fast, the expression of shock remained on his face, unable to believe a sword Qi from such distance could kill him.

"Why force me to draw my sword?" Bian Yu shook his head, sighing, while continuing to strike. Blood and corpses flew, his face showing a crazed smile, relishing the slaughter.