Eternal Heavenly Emperor

In the stands, the crowd was abuzz with discussion. Mo Feihong's death had been so sudden that they couldn't accept it!

But in the arena, there is only victory or defeat!

There were people from the Beast Fighting Arena who naturally came out to clean up the mess, carrying away Mo Feihong's body and cleaning the blood-soaked stage. What difference would it make, in fact, if Mo Feihong was found to have been poisoned?

Could one say that it was Ma Jicheng who had acted?

The weapons of both parties had been carefully inspected before the battle; there was no way they could have been poisoned! And if Mo Feihong had been poisoned at home—say, if he had eaten food containing poison—how could that be blamed on Ma Jicheng?

Besides, once Ma Jicheng became a noble, who would bother to investigate the death of a current noble's competitor?

To know Nobility holds considerable privileges. Most people are too busy flattering the nobles to even think of opposing them.

Ma Jicheng was full of high spirits; he had finally taken the seat!

A position he should have had over a decade ago!

Now, no one could take it away!

Even if Chu Hao was monstrously talented, what of it? The kid was, at most, barely in the Vajra Realm, whereas he, as a noble, would be granted the privilege to enter the Chu Family on a sunny day to commit murder!

To personally slaughter Chu Hao in the old rival's home—that would be damn satisfying!

The first murder of a noble only requires compensation!

Chu Hao... He was marked for death!

Ma Jicheng cast his gaze in Chu Hao's direction, his lips curving into a cold smile involuntarily. He just had to wait a little longer before he could avenge his son's death and cut off future troubles forever!

Chu Hao waited patiently; Ma Jicheng had just fought a battle and was entitled to a half-hour rest.

"Chu Hao, are you really going to fight Ma Jicheng?" Tang Xin asked hesitantly. "That guy may be sinister, but his real strength is undoubtedly strong, and he has lots of experience! Your power has increased too quickly, it must be unstable! I think it would be better to wait another five years. By then, you'll surely hold the winning hand!"

Chu Hao shook his head and said, "I can't wait five years, and Ma Jicheng won't let me wait five years!"

Tang Xin thought about it and realized he was right. Now that everyone knew about Chu Hao's terrifying potential, the Fu, Zheng, and Tang families were all thinking of winning him over as a son-in-law. Once Ma Jicheng became a noble, he would likely make his first move to kill Chu Hao and eliminate future threats!

"Don't worry, it's just Ma Jicheng. He's not worth my concern!" Chu Hao said with full confidence. His Derivation ability was the strongest combat aid; as long as the power levels were similar, he was sure to win!

Unless his opponent also had a terrifying combat talent like Fu Xue. She might not have a powerful Derivation ability, but her combat instincts were so strong that her body would naturally make the most accurate responses.

For a moment, there were again no battles in the Beast Fighting Arena.

The seats of the Eight Great Nobles were settled without any suspense; nobody would challenge them, and Ma Jicheng had just fought a battle, entitling him to half an hour's rest, so naturally, no battles took place.

Besides, only Mo Feihong had been able to match Ma Jicheng, and now that Mo Feihong was dead, the new Nine Great Nobles seemed to be a foregone conclusion.

For the rest of the day, all that could be done was to sit around and wait listlessly.

One after another, people began to leave. What's the point of sitting around doing nothing for an entire day?

Half an hour later, the stands had thinned to just a third of the original audience. The Mo brothers hadn't left; they were busy dealing with Mo Feihong's body, while Lin Yuqi sat there in a daze.

Since Mo Feihong was dead, she couldn't be bothered to console Mo Xuannan anymore—in her eyes, Mo Xuannan had lost his value, just like Chu Tianyun after his death.

Chu Hao suddenly stood up and said, "It's my turn to go down!"

"Be careful!" said Tang Xin.

What, Chu Hao is entering the noble battle?

Xu Sheng and the two others were immediately dumbstruck, while Lin Yuqi also looked up blankly, her face showing disbelief.

"Chu Hao, beat that guy flat, I don't like his face!" Fu Xue said bluntly, uncaring of what others might think upon hearing her.

"Leave it to me!" Chu Hao, grasping the Red Shadow Sword, strode to the end of the stands, leapt down, and entered the combat area.

Seeing someone about to join the battle, the remaining spectators were shocked. Was there really someone entering the fray to challenge now?

Who was he going to challenge?

The most likely target was Ma Jicheng since he was the weakest among the nine Arena Masters. But as weak as he was, he was still Third Tier in the Vajra Realm. How many in Eastern Cloud City could challenge him?

What, this challenger is so young!

Fu Xue was young enough, but this guy looked even a year or two younger!

"Chu Hao, 18 years old!" the Beast Fighting Arena announcers immediately declared loudly, reading Chu Hao's information. There wasn't much to say, just the name and age. The true extent of his strength would only be revealed in battle.

Chu Hao!

"The son of Chu Tianyun!"

"Heard he used to be a fool, but once cured, he became a genius!"

"Yes, in the battle against Fluttering Wind Academy two months ago, he already showed the strength of the Eighth Tier Great Mahayana realm! It doesn't seem surprising that he's reached the Vajra Realm now!"

"But can a First Tier Vajra Realm compare with Ma Jicheng?"

"Of course not!"

"He's probably just practicing today. In the next noble contest, it will surely be him and Fu Xue ruling the roost!"

"So envious!"

In the stands, everyone was discussing animatedly. The fact that Chu Hao was able to fight meant he had reached the Vajra Realm! Thus, he had broken the record for the youngest Vajra Realm just set by Fu Xue.

This generation is truly brimming with talent!

Ma Jicheng couldn't help but reveal a cold murderous intent. Chu Hao dared to enter the fray to challenge someone; he truly was courting death!

To blow him away in the presence of all these spectators?

Not bad!

And at this time, killing Chu Hao doesn't require compensation!

Although Ma Jicheng doesn't care about the money, why not save it if possible?

Chu Hao arrived beneath the arena and leaped onto the stage with a bound, looking at Ma Jicheng from a distance.

The arena for Vajra Realm combatants was naturally large, thirty meters in both length and width, ample space for a full range of movement.

"Chu Hao, did you kill my son?" Ma Jicheng didn't strike immediately; he wanted to kill Chu Hao in one blow, not giving him a chance to surrender or flee the arena.

Chu Hao nodded and said, "Yes, your son wanted to kill me, so I slaughtered him!"

"Damn it!" Fire burned in Ma Jicheng's eyes. He previously suspected Chi Dao and almost killed him secretly! Fortunately, he had restrained himself. Otherwise, he would have offended the City Lord's Mansion for nothing and allowed the real perpetrator to laugh behind his back!

"You deserve death!" he said, word by word.

Chu Hao shook his head and responded, "So I should have let your son kill me instead?"

"Why not, you're going to be a dead man sooner or later anyway!" Ma Jicheng said coldly.

Ding!

Chu Hao drew his sword. He flicked the blade in a flourish and smiled, "Not necessarily!"

"Won't cry until you see the coffin!" Ma Jicheng also drew his long sword, his gaze slightly vacant.

Fifteen years ago, he had dueled with Chu Hao's father right here. Time flies; Chu Tianyun has already died on Fire Cloud Mountain, and now, with a son lost in midlife, his opponent had transformed into his old rival's son.

Involuntarily, he thought that if Chu Tianyun had never appeared, Chu Hao could have been his son!

A son of such extraordinary talent!

With that in mind, his hatred for Chu Tianyun and Chu Hao grew even more intense!

"Die!" he shouted ferociously as he finally made his move.

A sword stroke as brilliant as a rainbow, stunning the sky.

Chu Hao countered with his sword. The Red Shadow Sword traced a dazzling arc in the air, seemingly galloping through the heavens, elusive yet perfectly timed.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The clash of swords was relentless, sparks flying everywhere.

Incredibly! Incredibly! Incredibly!

They were evenly matched!

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded!

Such a forceful exchange showed Chu Hao's strength was indeed enough to confront Ma Jicheng!

Third Tier Vajra Realm!

Holy moly!

How is this possible? It simply can't be!

"Third Tier, Third Tier Vajra Realm!" Ma Jicheng's lips trembled uncontrollably. How could it be Third Tier Vajra Realm! Chu Hao was matching him stride for stride! And he was over 40 years old, his strength would only decline, while Chu Hao? He was just 18, at the peak of his ascension!

The potential for his future accomplishments... limitless!

His killing intent blazed even fiercer. If he couldn't annihilate Chu Hao today, he would never have another chance!

"Today, it's either your death or mine!" he said through gritted teeth, attacking with even greater ferocity.

Up in the stands.

Lin Yuqi trembled all over; Chu Hao was actually Third Tier Vajra Realm and now possessed the qualifications to vie for a noble position! Oh my god, what a foolish thing she had done! She had rejected the chance to become a noble's wife!

And all she had to do was wait just one more year!

Even if Chu Hao failed this time, he would surely sweep the next and seize the title!

She had always prided herself on her discernment and adaptability, switching her support between Ma Long, Chi Dao, and Mo Xuannan, only to realize after coming full circle that from the very start, she had been wrong!

So terribly wrong!

"You will regret this later!" Chu Hao's voice echoed again in her ears.

She regretted it, her guts turning green with regret, almost driving her insane!

Meanwhile, the retired elders of the Tang, Fu, and Zheng families stroked their beards, each contemplating in their hearts—it was imperative to hasten the marriage proposals. This young man's growth was too rapid; they couldn't wait any longer!

"Master! Do you see this? Do you see this?" Uncle Yu was so excited he was in tears, continuously wiping them away, yet unable to dry his eyes.

Ding ding ding ding!

Ma Jicheng's swordplay was fierce and fatal. The hatred from losing his son, combined with a deep sense of dread, steeled his resolve; he was determined to slay Chu Hao that day.

There would be no other chance!

The sword light was biting cold, the chill piercing the heavens, as the old and new generations of Vajra Realm fighters engaged in a fierce duel.

Those who had stayed were secretly glad. If they had followed the crowd and left, they would have missed out on witnessing such a thrilling duel—its implications were immense!

—If Chu Hao were to emerge victorious, he would undoubtedly set a record, becoming the youngest noble in the history of Eastern Cloud City at not even 20 years old!

Could he really achieve such a miracle?