Eternal Heavenly Emperor

Miao Pusong was also greatly shocked, as his wariness of Chu Hao was not actually due to Chu Hao himself, but because of his beast pet!

Yet, he had never imagined that a youngster, at most 18 years of age, could possess prodigious strength of at least 50,000 jin. How absurd was that? To his knowledge, there had never been such a terrifying prodigy in the academies of Eastern Cloud City, Yue City, or Yellow Dragon City!

A sudden flash of insight struck him, and he exclaimed, "You're Ouyang Qiang from the Fluttering Wind Academy in Purple Rain City!"

There was only such a freak, who at the tender age of 18 already possessed the massive power of 80,000 jin! This monster seemed to have sprung out from nowhere; previously like an invisible man, then suddenly appearing in the last ten or so days!

If not for the fact that Seven Wolf Stockade was the most adept at gathering information, they would never have known right away!

An 18-year-old at the eighth tier of the Great Mahayana realm was simply terrifying!

Ouyang Qiang?

Luo Zixian and Jin Yudi were both filled with confusion, certain they had never heard this name before! Yet, judging by Miao Pusong's utterly shocked expression, this Ouyang Qiang was clearly a rather famous figure!

Why didn't they have the slightest impression of him?

Such a prodigious youth should surely be world-renowned!

Chu Hao was also puzzled and asked, "Who is Ouyang Qiang?"

"You're not Ouyang Qiang?" Miao Pusong was even more shocked. One terrifying prodigy was already remarkable, could there really be a second one? "You must be Ouyang Qiang!" he insisted.

Chu Hao feigned indifference and curled his lip, saying, "Can't be bothered. I'd rather give you a thrashing first and have you obediently take me to Seven Wolf Stockade!"

"Ouyang Qiang, your strength is not weak, but our Big Stockade Leader is also at the fifth-tier Great Mahayana realm, and our Seven Wolf Stockade is a den of dragons and tigers. Why would you want to be our enemy over a stranger? If it's for this little beauty, I can give her to you, and in addition, I'll send you three more stunning beauties, how about that?" Miao Pusong continued to persuade.

No sooner had these words left his mouth than Luo Zixian flew into a rage before Chu Hao could even respond!

With a loud war cry, she brandished her sword and charged.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Miao Pusong parried with his knife, wary of Chu Hao. He adopted a purely defensive stance, stepping back with every move, which only boosted Luo Zixian's morale, causing her to wield her long sword with even more agility, filling the air with crisscrossing sword qi.

However, after retreating dozens of steps, Miao Pusong suddenly unleashed a fierce burst of knife qi, forcing Luo Zixian to retreat with Sliding Step. He then took the opportunity to turn tail and run, shouting, "I'll remember this, Ouyang lad!"

His skirmish with Luo Zixian was merely a tactic to put distance between himself and Chu Hao.

While there was a huge gap in the strength of Martial Artists, there wasn't such a disparity in speed! Besides the initial burst where higher realm Martial Artists could deliver faster acceleration, when it came to long-distance running, everyone's speed was more or less the same, the difference lay only in stamina.

With dozens of steps between them, he had bought enough time to make his escape!

"Stop there!" Luo Zixian bellowed angrily, chasing after him with her sword. This detestable bandit had been spouting obscenities non-stop—if it wasn't about taking her, then it was about having Chu Hao take her. Did he think she, the seventh miss of the Luo Family, was something to be taken lightly?

Chu Hao couldn't help but shake his head; what's the point of catching up? If she were to end up alone, she'd definitely be killed in a counterattack by Miao Pusong!

Fortunately, he had no intention of letting Miao Pusong escape!

"Roar!" A feeble beast's roar rang out as Flying Fire pounced forward, its speed astoundingly fast!

——The Fire Cloud Leopard was a type of ferocious beast known for its agility; in terms of speed alone, besides those that flew, land-running beasts like these were second to none.

Flying Fire, like a shooting arrow unleashed, overtook Luo Zixian after just a few bounds. Then with a swift pounce, it bit towards Miao Pusong's rear.

"Way to go, Flying Fire!" Though Luo Zixian was unkind to Chu Hao, she held great affection for the charming leopard.

Miao Pusong had no choice but to turn back and swing his knife; otherwise, he was certain to have a big chunk of his buttocks forcefully torn off!

Flying Fire, having followed Chu Hao in the wild for six months, had long since awakened the instinct of a killer in its blood. It had honed its skills through countless battles and immediately swung its paw towards the blade.

Boom!

The paw struck the blade with a thunderous thud, causing Flying Fire's fur to stand on end from the fierce gust, while Miao Pusong's arm clothing was shredded, fluttering through the air like butterflies.

Disbelief covered Miao Pusong's face; this juvenile leopard actually possessed strength comparable to his own! No, it was even slightly stronger!

Both man and beast were freaks of nature!

He dared not linger—if Chu Hao and Flying Fire teamed up to attack, he truly wasn't sure he could withstand ten moves!

But how could he run?

Flying Fire's speed far outclassed his own!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Flying Fire thwarted him at every turn, always one step ahead of Miao Pusong, who could only flail around helplessly like a headless fly.

After a few attempts, Miao Pusong realized he simply could not outrun a Fire Cloud Leopard—if that were the case, the older Fire Cloud Leopard in the forest would have long been slaughtered by the Seven Wolf Stockade for preserved meat!

All in!

With a thunderous roar, he swung his knife and lunged at Luo Zixian.

This was his only chance at life!

Capturing this woman as a hostage might not only allow him to escape but also to take a beautiful woman back to the stockade and enjoy her slowly!

Slap!

Flying Fire moved with incredible speed, instantly blocking in front of Luo Zixian, and with a swing of its paw, Miao Pusong was sent flying. The little creature bared its teeth and growled lowly, sensing that this opponent was different from its usual prey and much more difficult to handle.

"Ao! Ao!" It cried out in a delicate and gentle tone, calling for "Mother" to join the fight.

Chu Hao, brandishing the Red Shadow Sword, walked over and said, "Miao Pusong, where is Seven Wolf Stockade?"

"Want to know? Then cut off your ears, I'll tell them!" Miao Pusong laughed heartily, his bandit nature fully revealing itself.

Chu Hao snorted and drew his sword.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, this time he was serious. The Izumo Sword Technique was unleashed, filling the sky with fierce Sword Qi and blossoming sword flowers everywhere.

"35… 37… 40… 46!" Jin Yudi muttered numbly, his face expressionless.

Was this truly a peer of his same age?

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Blood splattered frequently from Miao Pusong's body!

If the power he possessed had been much stronger, then by relying on that superiority, he could have combated Chu Hao's strong Derivation analysis— or the other way around would work too! But now with both advantages on Chu Hao's side, how could he fight back?

In just a matter of minutes, Miao Pusong let out a wretched scream as Chu Hao pierced through his left shoulder, nailing him to a tree trunk.

"Speak, where is Seven Wolf Stockade!" Chu Hao demanded coldly.

"Ha ha ha ha, you think I'll tell you!" Miao Pusong spat out heavily, "Kill me, but I will never betray my brothers!"

"How long can you remain stubborn?" Chu Hao twisted the hilt of his sword, causing the blade to twist Miao Pusong's muscles and made him cry out involuntarily as veins on his forehead throbbed and cold sweat poured down like a stream.

"Ha, ha… Hahaha!" Miao Pusong still laughed wildly, "In this life, I've killed at least a thousand people, played with hundreds of beauties, I've long since broken even! Ouyang boy, you may feel proud now, but our Seven Wolf Stockade seeks revenge for any grudge. Just you wait, your family, your friends, each and every one of them will die because of you!"

Chu Hao couldn't help shaking his head. Why did this guy insist on mistaking him for someone named Ouyang Qiang? If Seven Wolf Stockade actually went to seek revenge on Ouyang Qiang, that guy is going to be pretty miserable, isn't he?

"There's no chance for you, you will certainly tell me where Seven Wolf Stockade is!" he nodded confidently.

"Ouyang, Senior Brother Ouyang!" Luo Zixian approached, a strange expression on her face. She handed over several herbs and said, "This is Bitter Gall Ganoderma. Even when pressed into juice and diluted a hundredfold, it remains exceedingly bitter."

Chu Hao instantly understood, this was a great tool for torture!

He took the Bitter Gall Ganoderma, cut a piece, pried open Miao Pusong's jaw, and stuffed the piece inside, forcing him to swallow it.

Miao Pusong's body began to tremble, his mouth opened wide, retching continuously, as if trying to vomit out the Bitter Gall Ganoderma, but he could not achieve his wish; his face twisted as if he was about to cry.

"Ao—" On the other side, Flying Fire licked the cut surface of the Bitter Gall Ganoderma out of curiosity and immediately screamed, stretching its pink tongue out long and rolling back and forth on the ground.

Chu Hao laughed, unable to help himself. It was the curious creature's own doing; after tasting this hardship, it probably wouldn't lick things randomly anymore, right? He cut another piece of Bitter Gall Ganoderma and said, "You can be as stubborn as you want, but this Bitter Gall Ganoderma is all yours!"

"Mmm! Mmm!" Miao Pusong quickly closed his mouth again, biting his teeth firmly and shaking his head, appearing resolutely defiant till the end.

But what was the point of such resistance?

He swallowed the second piece of Bitter Gall Ganoderma.

In just a few minutes, Miao Pusong's clothes were completely soaked in sweat, his eyes were lifeless, drool hung from the corner of his mouth, and he looked as if he'd turned into an idiot.

Chu Hao felt not the slightest sympathy, remembering what he had said earlier— killed at least a thousand people, devastated at least hundreds of women!

There was nothing sympathetic about such scum!

He began to cut the third piece of Bitter Gall Ganoderma.

"No, don't! I'll talk! I'll talk!" Miao Pusong finally couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes bulged as he struggled fiercely, seemingly unaware of the sword still in his shoulder.

"Speak!" Chu Hao said.

"At the Third Peak of Seven Sons Mountain, there's a gorge with an entrance hidden halfway up the mountain in a hollow tree, next to a large rock, easy to recognize. The inside of the dead tree is empty, leading to a cave that leads to the narrow valley!" After saying this, Miao Pusong seemed to collapse.

"I don't believe you!" Chu Hao stuffed the third piece of Bitter Gall Ganoderma into Miao Pusong's mouth.

"What I'm saying is true! It's true!" Miao Pusong screamed.

The fourth piece, the fifth piece, the sixth piece!

Chu Hao stuffed the entire Bitter Gall Ganoderma into Miao Pusong's mouth, then slapped his shoulder and said, "I know you're telling the truth! But how can I not make you suffer for the innocent people you've killed? For the women you've violated?"

He pulled out the Red Shadow Sword, swung it, and Miao Pusong's head soared into the air, with blood spurting wildly.