Nine Heavens Martial Emperor

The last Martial Artist’s expression finally changed.

He had nowhere left to retreat. His body suddenly flared with brilliant light as he burned his own bloodline in a desperate attempt to resist the three women’s attacks.

But the three women had all unleashed killing blows—their strongest attacks. How could he possibly withstand them?

The man’s body exploded into pieces, leaving no intact corpse.

At that moment, the other two attackers’ strikes were just about to land.

One attack was aimed at Meng Ru, while the other was already descending upon Lu Diewu’s head.

Their cultivation levels were the highest, making them the primary targets.

The sight of their comrade’s body exploding made the two attackers hesitate for a split second.

And in that instant of hesitation, Meng Qing moved.

She struck out to help Lu Diewu.

A single breath was a short time, but it was enough for Meng Ru to react and get a moment’s respite.

Her figure shot backward, and Meng Ru narrowly dodged the attack.

Meanwhile, Meng Qing’s intervention forced the attack that was about to hit Diewu’s head to pull back, giving Diewu a chance to breathe. The two women then joined forces to fight that Martial Artist.

Lu Diewu was at the Fourth Layer of the Soul Gathering Realm. Although Meng Qing was only at the Second Layer of the Soul Gathering Realm, her mysterious background allowed her to fight the man to a standstill for a time.

As for Meng Ru, she had it even easier.

She was originally the little princess of the Misty Palace, and her martial techniques were already impressive. After learning new techniques from Lin Hao, she was like a tiger that had grown wings.

Lin Hao watched from the side, a relaxed expression on his face.

These three women could all be considered heaven’s chosen prodigies; they improved very quickly.

’At this rate, I won’t even need to make a move on this Starry Ancient Road,’ Lin Hao thought to himself with delight.

However, Lin Hao soon discovered he had celebrated too early.

"Damn it, can’t even handle two pieces of trash..." A voice, cursing and grumbling, drifted from a distance. The next moment, two Martial Artists appeared in Lin Hao’s line of sight.

"Senior Brothers, help! Chen Qi is dead!" Upon hearing the voice, the Martial Artist fighting Meng Qing and her companion was overjoyed and cried out for help.

The two newcomers looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. They were initially stunned by the fight scene, but upon hearing the cry for help, they flew into a rage. "You can’t even handle three women? What’s the use of you?!"

But despite their words, the two prepared to act.

Because they had gotten a clear look at the three women’s faces.

"Sigh..." Just then, a sigh echoed out.

Even with the constant explosive sounds of the battle, this sigh reached the two newcomers’ ears with perfect clarity.

The two turned their heads in unison to look at Lin Hao.

They had noticed Lin Hao the moment they arrived, but neither had paid him any mind.

A man who had to rely on women to fight for him on the Starry Ancient Road? They felt they could crush him with one hand.

But with that single sigh, a sense of alarm suddenly surged in their hearts.

They sensed something strange about it.

The astral winds were raging on the battlefield. For Lin Hao to be able to send his sigh so clearly into their ears, he had to be far more capable than they had imagined.

The two stared at Lin Hao, growing more alarmed the longer they looked, because they couldn’t see through his cultivation level.

In their eyes, Lin Hao was like a deep pool of water—seemingly calm, yet giving them a sense of unfathomable depth.

And among the younger generation, they had only ever felt this from one other person.

In any case, Lin Hao’s bloodline and constitution were definitely superior to their own.

With solemn expressions, the two roared, "Stop!" Their voices boomed like sudden thunder.

The fighting stopped immediately.

The two didn’t flee. Instead, they looked at Lin Hao and said, "Friend, we are disciples of the Celestial Yang Saint Institute. Perhaps there has been some misunderstanding."

When they spoke, Lin Hao’s eyes twitched.

The Celestial Yang Saint Institute was the Saint Institute of the Celestial Yang Empire, and the Celestial Yang Empire was no ordinary power.

The reason this continent was called the Celestial Yang Continent was that the Celestial Yang Empire was once its supreme ruler.

Although the Celestial Yang Empire had declined, its foundations were unfathomably deep, and the Celestial Yang Saint Institute was still the foremost of the six great Saint Institutes.

"Scared now, brat? My Celestial Yang Saint Institute is the head of the six institutes! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll kowtow and admit your mistake right now." Seeing Lin Hao’s expression, the two Martial Artists who had been fighting earlier became incredibly arrogant.

Lin Hao had been hiding on the sidelines while the three women fought, so these two hadn’t given him a second thought. Now that their two senior brothers from the Saint Institute had arrived, they regarded him with even more contempt.

"Senior Brothers, he’s just a piece of..." one of them began to say to the two newcomers, trying to suck up and take credit.

However, all he got was a sharp rebuke: "Shut up!"

The two newcomers had, of course, also seen Lin Hao’s subtle reaction. They couldn’t guess what it meant, but it definitely wasn’t fear.

Hearing their words, Lin Hao smiled. He then said lightly, "The Celestial Yang Saint Institute. What an imposing name."

His words made the two newcomers even more uncertain, because Lin Hao was far too calm.

However, these two were not ordinary people either. One said in a deep voice, "If you’ll give us some face, how about we let this matter drop?"

Upon hearing this, the first two attackers’ expressions changed.

Not only were these two senior brothers from the Celestial Yang Saint Institute, but they were also Yang Qingtian’s attendants.

And who was Yang Qingtian? He was the First Young Master of Celestial Yang, famous among the continent’s ten great young masters.

As Yang Qingtian’s attendants, they had never spoken to anyone in such a tone. They looked down on even the princes and nobles of the Celestial Yang Continent.

On the Celestial Yang Continent, Yang Qingtian represented a kind of supreme authority.

Now, even after one of their Saint Institute members had been killed, they were still forced to speak to Lin Hao in this manner. That meant Lin Hao was definitely someone extraordinary.

Lin Hao smiled but said nothing.

"Our two senior brothers belong to Senior Brother Yang Qingtian. You’d better not be a fool who doesn’t know what’s good for him," one of the first two attackers said.

Hearing that name, the smile on Lin Hao’s face grew even wider.

Because on the third day after entering the Starry Ancient Road, when characters appeared in the void, Yang Qingtian was the third Martial Artist to leave his name there.

It was no exaggeration to say that his name was already famous throughout the Starry Ancient Road.

"Since you’re Yang Qingtian’s men..." Lin Hao said, pausing slightly.

Just as the two were breathing a sigh of relief, Lin Hao’s voice sounded again: "Then, I’ve decided to kill you."

"What?!" The two newcomers’ faces froze, while the first two Martial Artists cried out in shock. Then, they stared at Lin Hao as if he were an idiot.

’This guy knows our senior brothers are with Senior Brother Yang Qingtian and he still dares to say something like that? Has he lost his mind?’

The two newcomers had followed Yang Qingtian for a long time and had long since grown arrogant. The only reason they had spoken to Lin Hao in that tone was that Yang Qingtian had told them to leave anyone they weren’t sure about on the Starry Ancient Road for him to deal with.

Now, hearing Lin Hao’s words, they finally forgot Yang Qingtian’s instructions and became enraged.

"Don’t mistake our deference for fear! The highest cultivation level on this Ancient Road is the Seventh Layer of the Soul Gathering Realm. The two of us might only be at the Sixth Layer, but we’ve killed plenty of Seventh Layer Martial Artists. One more like you will make no difference!"

One of them spoke, and then both stepped forward simultaneously, like two sharp swords about to be unsheathed.