Nine Heavens Martial Emperor

The Divine Demon Destruction Domain, the Si family.

An old man sitting cross-legged swayed and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

THUD!

Behind the old man, two people had been standing to his left and right. The moment he spat blood, they immediately dropped to their knees, prostrating themselves on the ground.

"Clan Elder, you..."

Several hundred meters away, a young man who had also been sitting cross-legged saw the old man spit blood and shot to his feet, his expression changing drastically.

"I’m fine. You are all dismissed."

The old man waved his hand, gesturing for the three to withdraw.

"I underestimated you. To think you were actually this capable."

After the three had left, the old man looked up into the void. Ripples spread through the once-empty space, and then a series of images appeared.

Lin Hao’s face was clearly visible in the images...

Meanwhile, in the Nine Yang Void Realm.

"Do you have any idea who the thing in your hand belongs to?"

Huangfu Yao asked Lin Hao after finally steadying herself.

Lin Hao said lightly, "I don’t know, and I have no interest in knowing."

"The one who just attacked you is at least at the first stage of the Small Nirvana Realm!" Huangfu Yao stared intently at Lin Hao, desperate to see a look of terror on his face.

Unfortunately, Lin Hao disappointed her.

"I see. No wonder it has such immense divine power. I’m going to refine it!" A look of delight, not terror, appeared on Lin Hao’s face.

The moment he said this, the very expression Huangfu Yao had hoped to see on Lin Hao’s face appeared on her own.

The Divine Demon Destruction Domain was vast, home to ten thousand coexisting races, ancient houses, and supreme sects.

But even so, a Small Nirvana Realm Martial Artist stood at the very peak of the Divine Demon Destruction Domain.

After Emperor Hongtian achieved his apotheosis, the Great Dao had suppressed the world for ten thousand years. Forget becoming a Great Emperor; not a single Martial Artist could even undergo nirvanic rebirth, break through to Great Nirvana, and attain a Saint Position.

It could be said that Martial Artists at the peak of the Small Nirvana Realm now dominated the Divine Demon Destruction Domain.

Even a Martial Artist at the first stage of the Small Nirvana Realm was an unimaginable existence.

The clan elders of many families couldn’t reach this level of cultivation; only the ancient houses possessed such profound heritage.

Yet Lin Hao, even after learning its origin, was still clamoring to refine it. This shook Huangfu Yao to her core.

"Absolutely not! If you refine it, he will strike the moment you enter the Divine Demon Destruction Domain. He might even descend to the lower realm for it."

Seeing that Lin Hao truly intended to refine it, Huangfu Yao hurriedly tried to stop him.

Lin Hao paused. He glanced at Huangfu Yao’s ample peaks, then at her eyes.

Although the movement was subtle, his gaze was as sharp as a knife. Huangfu Yao naturally knew when that sensitive area was swept over.

Beneath her light veil, Huangfu Yao bit her lip, fighting the urge to slap Lin Hao to death.

It was a clear insinuation: all bust, no brains.

"Ahem. If I let this go now, do you think that person will let me off the hook once I enter the Divine Demon Destruction Domain? Besides, so what if he descends? Realm suppression will limit his cultivation; he won’t be able to surpass the Spirit Transformation Realm Peak. I have no reason to fear him!"

As Lin Hao spoke, he directly began Refining the wisp of black qi in his hand.

The Divine Demon Destruction Domain, the Si family.

The master of the black qi had been watching Lin Hao from across the realms, but as Lin Hao acted, not only did the image in the void vanish, but the man himself stumbled back three steps before steadying himself.

That wisp of black qi was a result of him using his body’s indwelling deity. Although his cultivation was at the Small Nirvana Realm, he was now injured.

"Lin Hao, when you enter the Divine Demon Destruction Domain... No! When the Dragon Transformation Ancient Realm opens, I will enter it and capture you! Then, I will drain every last drop of the Blood of Dominance from your body!"

The old man roared in a low voice, and the area around him transformed into a Thunder Sea, annihilating everything.

In the Nine Yang Void Realm, Lin Hao finished Refining the wisp of black qi and was absorbing its divine essence.

This time, a full half-hour passed before Lin Hao awoke from his meditative state.

Although his cultivation hadn’t increased, Lin Hao’s expression was one of complete satisfaction.

He had completely absorbed the divine essence from the wisp of black qi, which was a great boon to his Path of Enlightenment. It was, after all, a technique from a Small Nirvana Realm Martial Artist.

Lin Hao stood up, first thanking Huangfu Yao, then turned his gaze to the Nine Yang Hall.

The Nine Yang Hall was unfathomably mysterious. During his battle with Si Haoyang, the Jiujiang River had been sundered, yet the Nine Yang Hall remained unscathed.

But Lin Hao didn’t want to think about that right now. His grandfather was still beneath the Nine Yang Hall, and he had no idea what had happened to him.

"I’ll leave things here to you. I’m going to..."

Lin Hao began to say to Huangfu Yao, but before he could finish, he whipped his head around to look at the Nine Yang Hall towering into the clouds.

A terrifying power was spreading down from above.

"Another Martial Artist from the Si family is descending!"

Huangfu Yao took a step forward, also looking toward the Nine Yang Hall.

But Lin Hao’s figure flickered and vanished from the spot.

The next moment, a huge roar echoed from the clouds, and runic symbols flashed across the Nine Yang Hall.

Below, Huangfu Yao was stunned.

Because Lin Hao was attacking the Nine Yang Hall.

Even though she knew Lin Hao was attacking the descending Martial Artist through the Nine Yang Hall, Huangfu Yao was still in shock.

The Nine Yang Hall was incredibly mysterious; any Martial Artist who entered the Nine Yang Void Realm could sense its extraordinary nature.

Never mind Martial Artists from the lower realm; even those from the upper realm held the Nine Yang Hall in awe.

But Lin Hao, fearing nothing, even dared to strike the Nine Yang Hall.

But Huangfu Yao quickly grew numb to the shock, because that was only the beginning.

Lin Hao’s palms, as large as cattail fans, rained down on the Nine Yang Hall, moving downward with incredible speed.

The CLANGING was incessant. The runic symbols on the Nine Yang Hall flickered, resisting Lin Hao’s power.

But this still didn’t affect Lin Hao’s assault.

ROAR!

Suddenly, a furious roar erupted from within the Nine Yang Hall, spreading in all directions.

With the Nine Yang Hall at its center, everything was annihilated.

Lin Hao’s attack was also blocked, and he retreated explosively.

As for Huangfu Yao, she was nowhere to be seen.

Just now, Lin Hao had sent her a telepathic message telling her to flee far away.

Supreme divine might manifested once more, and Huangfu Yao couldn’t even muster a thought of resistance.

"Not bad. Your courage is extraordinary."

As Lin Hao shot back, a young man appeared abruptly before him, staring at him like prey.

The young man bore some resemblance to Si Haoyang around the brows; they were definitely closely related.

At this moment, the young man’s face had an unusual flush.

It was obvious that Lin Hao’s recent attack had affected, or even injured, him.

Lin Hao shrugged. "I’ve always been bold. Is the Si family out of people? Why send only one person?"

"One person is enough to deal with you. Lin Hao, remember this: the one who will kill you is named Si Haoming." The young man’s tone was mild, but his words were a death sentence for Lin Hao.

As soon as Si Haoming finished speaking, Lin Hao’s pupils contracted sharply.

In just that short amount of time, the young man’s complexion had actually returned to normal.

His recovery speed was somewhat terrifying.

This young man was arrogant, but he definitely had the power to back it up.

At that very moment, Si Haoming struck.

His strike seemed soft and weak, lacking any terrifying pressure or world-shaking phenomena, but it made Lin Hao’s expression change drastically.