Nine Heavens Martial Emperor

Since they wanted to play, Lin Hao felt it would be rude not to oblige.

Smiling, Lin Hao strode toward a small hut nearby.

"Who’s there?!"

He had only taken two steps when a harsh shout came from inside the hut.

Lin Hao didn’t answer, his steps unfaltering.

It was silent inside for a moment before the door was suddenly pulled open.

A head peeked out. Upon seeing it was Lin Hao, the man’s face paled, and he ducked back inside in terror.

"Lin... Lin Hao’s here," the man’s voice trembled from inside.

After a brief silence, another voice rang out, "You f*cking useless coward! This is Wangchuan City. You can’t use your cultivation here."

The next moment, the hut’s door was kicked open, flying into splinters.

Five Martial Artists poured out and quickly surrounded Lin Hao.

"Lin Hao, this is Wangchuan City. Instead of cowering in your shell, you just had to run out here and court death," one of them sneered, staring at Lin Hao.

In his eyes, it was as if Lin Hao were already a dead man.

This man was a Martial Artist from the Moon Worship Kingdom and possessed a Barbaric War Body.

The Barbaric War Body was considered one of the most powerful physiques in terms of raw physical strength, and two of the five men possessed it. With cultivation unusable, they saw Lin Hao as utterly defenseless.

BOOM!

However, the moment the words left his mouth, he was sent flying, smashing the hut behind him to splinters.

Lin Hao retracted his fist and stated coolly, "You talk too much."

The remaining four finally reacted, terror flashing in their eyes.

’That was a Barbaric War Body, a physique renowned for its strength, yet he couldn’t take a single punch from Lin Hao!’

’And Lin Hao’s Body Technique seems completely unaffected by Wangchuan City’s restrictions. He’s still unbelievably fast.’

’This...’

Fear gripped their hearts, and the four men retreated instinctively.

"Attack! Let’s get him together! That was just a sneak attack. It means nothing," the other man with the Barbaric War Body shouted, staring warily at Lin Hao.

The other three hesitated for a moment but continued to back away.

"If you don’t fight, we’ll all die!" the man with the Barbaric War Body roared.

With that roar, he swung his fist and charged at Lin Hao.

The other three snapped to their senses, each drawing a weapon and slashing at Lin Hao’s body.

Lin Hao seemed oblivious, merely throwing a punch at the man with the Barbaric War Body.

The next moment, Lin Hao’s fist collided with his opponent’s. Simultaneously, the weapons of the other three men hacked into Lin Hao’s body.

Seeing their attacks land, the three men were overjoyed.

But an instant later, their expressions changed drastically.

Lin Hao’s body was like it had been forged from steel. Their weapons didn’t even break the skin; instead, a powerful recoil shot back through their blades.

At that same moment, the man with the Barbaric War Body who had just clashed with Lin Hao was sent flying backward like a limp sack.

While the man with the Barbaric War Body flew through the air, the other three men lost their grip on their weapons and scrambled backward in a panic.

They were Soul Gathering Realm Martial Artists. Even without access to their cultivation, their innate physical strength was astonishing, and they had put all of it into that attack.

But Lin Hao’s body was too tough, as if forged from steel. They couldn’t break through his defense at all.

The same force rebounded back at them, and its power was immense.

The webbing of their hands was torn open, and blood flowed freely.

The three weapons fell to the ground with a clear CLANG.

Just as the three men managed to steady themselves.

But in the next instant, all three of their pupils dilated in horror.

Their own weapons came hurtling back through the air with unstoppable momentum and extreme speed. By the time they saw them, the blades were already upon them.

There was no escape.

The next moment, the sound of blades sinking into flesh echoed.

Immediately after, three pairs of blood-drenched hands fell to the ground.

The three had tried to catch the weapons, only to have their hands severed.

The three weapons pierced straight through their bodies and continued onward with unabated momentum, tearing through one building after another.

Meanwhile, Lin Hao had already grabbed Marquis Mo and slung him over his shoulder.

Marquis Mo was so stunned by Lin Hao’s combat prowess that he completely forgot to resist, letting Lin Hao do as he wished.

Marquis Mo knew Lin Hao’s physique was strong, but he had never imagined it could be this powerful.

Even Soul Gathering Realm Martial Artists wielding weapons couldn’t break through his defenses.

What’s more, all five of them had been instantly defeated by Lin Hao.

Marquis Mo’s head was spinning; his thoughts were a complete muddle.

In his dazed state, he didn’t even react as Lin Hao carried him a good distance away.

It wasn’t until a cacophony of voices startled Marquis Mo that he snapped out of it.

Looking up, Marquis Mo realized he was slung over Lin Hao’s shoulder and that Lin Hao was once again surrounded.

This time, there were dozens of them. Judging by their attire, they were from both the Moon Worship Empire and the Celestial Star Empire.

Every one of them held a weapon, their eyes burning with intense battle lust.

"Lin Hao, you psycho, put me dow—Ah!" Realizing the situation, Marquis Mo immediately tried to distance himself from Lin Hao.

Marquis Mo screamed before he could finish his sentence.

He had seen the people in front of him charging forward, swinging their weapons.

They were clearly planning to cut him down along with Lin Hao.

Feeling the very real threat of death, Marquis Mo couldn’t hold back and let out a terrified shriek.

Just as it seemed his head was about to be lopped off, Marquis Mo suddenly found himself flying.

Lin Hao had thrown him at the last possible second.

While in mid-air, Marquis Mo’s eyes went wide, and he even forgot to scream.

Within his field of vision, Marquis Mo saw Lin Hao fighting like an ancient, divine tiger, swinging his fists.

With every punch, a weapon shattered and a Martial Artist was sent flying!

Facing the onslaught of dozens of opponents, Lin Hao moved as if no one else was there. Not a single person could withstand his punch.

By the time Marquis Mo began to fall, half of the dozens of people attacking Lin Hao had already been taken out.

At that moment, Marquis Mo remembered his own predicament.

He looked down and was horrified by what he saw.

Lin Hao’s throw had sent him soaring directly over the courtyard where the Martial Artists of the Cangnan Empire were gathered.

The Martial Artists below were already raising their blades to strike him down as he fell from the sky.

If he landed like that, he would undoubtedly be turned into a pincushion.

At this point, Marquis Mo couldn’t worry about anything else. He shrieked, "My sister, it’s me! It’s me!"

"Stay your hands," Yunxi called out in time, recognizing Marquis Mo’s voice.

The Martial Artists of the Cangnan Empire sheathed their weapons and caught Marquis Mo.

Seeing his state, many of the Martial Artists’ expressions turned strange.

Marquis Mo’s face had been beaten by the previous group of Martial Artists until it was as swollen as a pig’s head. If he hadn’t called out, even Yunxi wouldn’t have recognized him.

"Why did you just fall out of the sky? And where is the Young Master?" Instead of asking about his condition, Yunxi’s first questions were about Lin Hao.

Marquis Mo nearly coughed up blood when he heard that.

For a fleeting moment, Marquis Mo had considered burying the hatchet with Lin Hao. But now, Yunxi’s words filled him with a renewed urge to hack Lin Hao to death.