Eternal Heavenly Emperor

"You don't pick up girls like that!" Chu Hao flicked his fingers dismissively, his face calm and collected.

Murong Yun snorted and looked at Chu Hao, saying, "Do you even know who I am?"

"This is our Brother Yun!" Several youths crowded around, cheering for Murong Yun, "Brother Yun is the favored descendant of our family's ancestor, his future achievements will at least reach that of a War Emperor!"

Chu Hao and his companions exchanged looks and couldn't help but smile. Their smile was not out of fondness for Murong Yun, but because these people were really full of themselves.

Is becoming a War Emperor that easy?

"Go home and ask your parents for milk, this is no place for you!" Chu Hao flicked his hand again, showing some impatience.

These people were absolutely coddled flowers from a greenhouse, thinking of picking up girls even in such a dangerous place, utterly clueless about the gravitas of death!

"How dare you!" Murong Yun was furious, immediately raising his right hand and swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, more than a dozen cold gleams shot out towards Chu Hao.

Chu Hao's eyes turned cold involuntarily. This guy was truly ruthless, resorting to harmful attacks so easily, so domineering! Hmm, just like Huo Jiang, thinking they are above the law just because they have a strong backer.

He now despised such people the most, especially since the other party had attacked him first, which aroused his intent to kill.

People like this, it's better off if they are dead.

Chu Hao made his move. In his Sea of Consciousness, the imprints of the Sky Wind Eight Styles emitted a dazzling aura, summoning the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, whoosh, he unleashed a palm strike that transformed into a giant Star Force Giant Hand heading straight for Murong Yun.

On this Star Force Giant Hand, there were distinctly thirty-three Spirit Talismans!

Puff!

At this scene, the youngsters from the Murong Family suddenly burst out.

As descendants of a War Emperor family, they naturally knew what a Heavenly Level Martial Technique was and how its grades were distinguished. But in their minds, the War Venerates of their family could only release seven or eight Spirit Talismans at most.

Thirty-three Spirit Talismans, what sort of concept was that?

"Stop!" The War Emperor of the Muyun Family also changed his expression drastically and hurriedly leaped forward, launching a palm strike that transformed into a giant sword, condensing up to forty Spirit Talismans, which it smacked towards Chu Hao's Star Force Giant Hand.

Bang, the Star Force Giant Hand struck, and the chilly gleams Murong Yun shot out naturally collapsed instantly, not even qualifying to delay it, as the Star Force Giant Hand continued its advance, frightening Murong Yun into a pale complexion and a trembling body.

Luckily, the giant sword arrived in time, thundering as it met with the Star Force Giant Hand head-on. Spirit Talismans glowed one by one, annihilating each other, the Star Force Giant Hand got destroyed, the giant sword too was severely damaged, and continued flying towards Chu Hao for a while before it finally disappeared.

The War Emperor didn't take it to heart though, since his strike was meant to save a life, not to harm Chu Hao.

"You, you actually wanted to kill me?" Murong Yun, having escaped from death, was drenched in cold sweat. After being dazed for a moment, he finally snapped back to his senses, leaping up and furiously pointing at Chu Hao.

Chu Hao replied with a faint smile, "It's not that I wanted to, but today, death is your only path!"

"Nonsense!" Murong Yun shouted, "My family's ancestor is Murong Jiuyue, an Eight-star War Emperor, who within a hundred years will surely become the eighth War God of the Nine States. You actually dare to try to kill me, aren't you afraid my ancestor will hunt you to the ends of the earth?"

"Forget about whether your ancestor can become a War God within a hundred years; even if he can, by that time, I will be strong enough to suppress him with one hand," said Chu Hao calmly, yet his tone was filled with undeniable dominance, "Are these your last words?"

Murong Yun wanted to say more, but was forcefully pulled back by the War Emperor.

He clearly understood what thirty-three Spirit Talismans meant.

Generally speaking, a First Tier War Venerate can only control one Spirit Talisman, Second Tier two, and so on; even a Tenth Tier only has ten. Whereas, depending on the strength of the Heavenly Level Martial Technique itself, it can trigger a varying number of Spirit Talismans—naturally, the more, the stronger.

But theoretically, the number of Spirit Talismans that a War Venerate can control is also just ten; when one perfectly combines their own power with a martial technique, at most, they can generate twenty Spirit Talismans.

Even in an ideal state, such perfect integration is practically impossible. Thus, when Chu Hao unleashed thirty-three Spirit Talismans with one palm strike, could the War Emperor of the Murong Family not be alarmed?

"Young man, from which family are you a descendant?" he asked solemnly.

Unlike Murong Yun's arrogance, he naturally knew of the many ancient clans in the Nine States, each possessing Divine Artifacts capable of unleashing the power of a War God to contend against, not just War Emperors, but even War Gods.

Chu Hao stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Don't ask so many questions, I only want his life!"

Murong Yun again wanted to burst into curses but was forcefully held back by the War Emperor, "Young man, let's show mercy when it's possible, you are already an Eighth Tier War Venerate, why stoop to the level of a Sixth Tier War King?"

Chu Hao shook his head and said, "What I hate the most is people like you, who act without restraint when it's their turn, and start bringing up all kinds of reasons once they hit a snag! Whatever you say, today this man must die, and you... cannot stop me!"

"Ridiculous!" The War Emperor laughed furiously, a mere War Venerate daring to threaten him? The gap between a War Emperor and a War Venerate is as vast as the heavens and the earth, no matter how monstrous you are, I can suppress you with one hand!

"This kid thinks he's all that just because he's got a bit of strength!"

"Young man, do not be ignorant of when to advance or retreat," the War Emperor said coldly. Although he very much wanted to kill this junior who dared to threaten him, Chu Hao was too monstrous. Killing the boy would surely bring out some powerful figures backing him.

It was known that Murong Jiuyue was in seclusion striving to advance into the Ninth Tier War Emperor and was not far from becoming a War God. This was a critical time, and he absolutely must not disturb the old ancestor; thus, he did not want to provoke an affront from the Gu Clan.

"Haha, is this special treatment?" Chu Hao shook his head, "When your junior attacked, why didn't you stop him?"

"How audacious!" the War Emperor exclaimed furiously, as this junior grew increasingly insolent.

"Brother-in-law, take it easy. Don't let my sister become a widow at such a young age!" Gu Fei advised from the side, knowing full well how formidable Chu Hao was, but even the mightiest War Venerate had no business challenging a War Emperor, the disparity was simply too great.

"Cursed be your tongue!" Gu Qingcheng rolled her eyes, "Even if you die a hundred times, that scoundrel won't be affected at all!"

Gu Fei also rolled his eyes. Wasn't he just concerned about Chu Hao? Yet, he ended up being cursed by his sister, making it difficult to be the good guy.

Chu Hao stepped forward, only he truly understood the terrifying extent of his current strength.

"Audacious rascal!" The War Emperor was utterly furious, this kid actually treated him as nothing, driving him to rage. Regardless of what powerful force backed Chu Hao, he just wanted to eliminate this annoying junior.

Decisively, he made his move, swish swish swish, Star Force coalesced into a giant sword, fifty ancient Spirit Talismans shone brilliantly with light, whoosh, and shot toward Chu Hao.

Fifty Spirit Talismans, how will you block them?

He sneered; having made his move, he would eliminate everyone present, leaving no trouble for his family.

"Hahahaha, die!" Murong Yun burst out laughing, having held back for a long time.

The others from the Murong Family also revealed cold sneers; with an ancestor who might step into the War God tier sitting in power, they had always been arrogant, insisting on having the upper hand in everything—this time would be no exception.

Chu Hao, fearless, extended his right hand with just his index finger upraised. Sword Intent arose instantly, and in his Sea of Consciousness, the Taiji Tianyuan's Sword Seal fiercely shined. Star Force took form, amalgamating Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth, creating a long sword with sixty Spirit Talismans exuding an aura that transcended through ages.

"Fuck!" The War Emperor burst out coarsely, making everyone present twitch.

People who reached the Upper Three Realms had remarkable self-control, expected not to panic even if the sky was falling. Yet, this War Emperor had unexpectedly cursed out loud—how shocked must his heart have been?

Isn't it shocking?

Sixty Spirit Talismans!

Damn, how could there possibly be so many as sixty runes?

Boom!

The War Emperor's giant sword had already struck, but Chu Hao's Star Sword derived countless Sword Diagrams that shielded his surroundings, forming an impenetrable defense.

— Not to mention that Taiji Tianyuan itself excels in defense, even if the effect were far less, still, with sixty Spirit Talismans embedded within, it would undoubtedly be impenetrable to an attack formed by fifty Spirit Talismans.

A figure flashed. Chu Hao emerged from the sword shadows, disregarding the War Emperor from the Murong Family, and directly attacked Murong Yun.

"Not good!" The War Emperor exclaimed in alarm, only now realizing that Chu Hao had no intention of clashing directly with him, but had Murong Yun as his target all along. He had underestimated Chu Hao—not because he looked down on him, but because this young man was too monstrous—it was too late for him to make another move, he could only watch helplessly.

Murong Yun had never expected that Chu Hao, who should have died under that strike, would not only survive but even launch an attack on him!

"Ah—" He screamed, his face filled with terror.

Thump!

His scream abruptly ended since his chest had been penetrated by an iron fist, his eyes gradually losing their sparkle, his face showing an extreme peculiarity. As the most cherished descendent of the Murong Family's War Emperor, to die over teasing a few women seemed absurd—yet, he hadn't even flirted, merely made a move against what seemed a bothersome fly.

Thud, his body fell, with eyes wide open in death, filled with confusion.

Chu Hao withdrew his fist, looking towards the other young members of the Murong Family. Instantly, these dozen or so men stepped back all at once like a receding tide, their faces filled with fear.

Though their family's War Emperor was right beside them, they all felt a chill, not a sliver of safety.

Chu Hao smiled faintly, "Take this man as a lesson. In the future, act more humbly and keep to your role. Don't always think you're invincible—there's always someone who can deal with you!"

"Insolence!" The War Emperor from the Murong Family trembled with rage, his eyes virtually spewing fire.