Nine Heavens Martial Emperor

You could say that even Lin Hao killing Young Master Moon on the Ancient Road wasn’t as shocking as this single punch.

Jiang Sen had fought several of the Cangnan Martial Artists here on the Ancient Road and knew their cultivation levels.

Yet, none of them could last a single move against the four youths.

The four youths had been attacking nonstop, giving Jiang Sen the illusion that the disciples of the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion were simply invincible when facing Martial Artists from the six great empires.

Shenshan and his group were people who could hold their own against the Ten Great Young Masters on the Ancient Road, yet here, they were all wounded in a single move!

Now, such a person had been obliterated by what seemed to be a casual blow from Lin Hao.

Lin Hao’s sheer power sent a chill down Jiang Sen’s spine.

He had a feeling that Lin Hao was now even more terrifying than he had been on the Ancient Road.

He wasn’t wrong in the slightest. In the void, Lin Hao had learned something from sparring with the spiritual imprint of each progenitor. His gains were especially immense after his bout with the spiritual imprint of Emperor Hongtian.

Although Emperor Hongtian’s spiritual imprint was from a time before he became a Great Emperor, every one of its moves and stances represented the absolute apex of the martial path, allowing Lin Hao to witness a realm of martial arts previously unknown to him.

Before, Lin Hao’s punch would have never been powerful enough to kill that youth. But after his battle with Emperor Hongtian’s spiritual imprint, it was.

It could be said that the punch he just threw had perfectly captured the martial essence of Emperor Hongtian’s spiritual imprint.

"Lin Hao, this is the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion! How dare you commit murder in public, killing a disciple of the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion! You’ve got some nerve!" Proud Moon suddenly bellowed.

His roar was like thunder, instantly blasting the misty clouds in the sky back three thousand miles.

"Shut up! One more word out of you and I’ll slap you dead!" Proud Moon’s voice was loud, but Lin Hao’s was even louder.

Lin Hao was in a terrible mood.

Moments ago, faced with the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion elders all clamoring to take him as a disciple, Lin Hao had ultimately chosen to politely refuse.

But unexpectedly, the moment Lin Hao refused, all the elders’ attitudes soured completely. In the end, Guan Zhengyang had simply grabbed him and thrown him out.

Normally, something like that wouldn’t have affected Lin Hao’s mood.

However, as Lin Hao made his way through the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion, he heard the name Lin Wu more than once, and his mood began to sour.

Then, just when he finally stopped hearing the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion disciples mention Lin Wu, he instead heard news of the Martial Artists from the Cangnan Empire.

The scene that greeted him when he arrived made a rage unlike any he’d ever felt before surge through his heart.

With Proud Moon trying to intimidate him again and again by invoking the name of the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion, Lin Hao had naturally exploded.

That single roar from Lin Hao completely scattered the misty clouds that perpetually shrouded the skies above the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion.

PFFT!

The roar even caused a youth in the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion’s Upper Court, who was in the middle of his cultivation, to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately, the youth stood up and looked toward the source of the roar, two terrifying beams of light shooting from his eyes.

"I have been in the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion for thirteen years and have never once heard anyone raise their voice. That is why I dared to cultivate with abandon. I don’t care who you are. For making me spit blood, I will surely kill you!"

After speaking, the youth stood motionless for a moment before swallowing a medicinal pill and sitting down cross-legged once more.

The very moment he sat down, a long fissure appeared in the void above his head, looking as if it had been violently torn open.

Lin Hao’s roar had not only injured someone, but had also revealed the true face of the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion’s sprawling architectural complex. Every building was majestic and imposing, their oppressive aura filling the heavens.

Unfortunately, none of the Martial Artists before Lin Hao were in any mood to admire the architecture. All of them were staring at him, utterly dumbfounded.

To dare and yell at a Heaven-Breaking Pavilion disciple... this was simply audacious beyond belief.

Even Proud Moon himself was stunned speechless by Lin Hao’s outburst.

He had never imagined Lin Hao would be so brazen as to talk back to him like that.

"Kill him! Tear him to shreds!" Proud Moon snapped back to his senses, absolutely livid.

The moment the words left Proud Moon’s lips, the three Martial Artists under his command all attacked.

Before, when it was four of them fighting one-on-one, the Cangnan Empire Martial Artists had been utterly powerless to retaliate. Now, three Martial Artists were attacking Lin Hao all at once. This showed just how enraged Proud Moon was.

At the same time, it also spoke volumes about how seriously Proud Moon was taking Lin Hao.

The three Martial Artists attacked Lin Hao simultaneously, but none of them were taking any chances. They unleashed their full power from the very start.

Lin Hao had just left them utterly terrified.

These three were disciples of the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion; their cultivation was terrifying, and they possessed vast combat experience. Attacking in unison, their coordination was flawless, completely cutting off Lin Hao’s path of retreat.

In truth, however, they were still severely underestimating him.

Lin Hao had never, from the very beginning, considered retreating.

As the three attacked, Lin Hao charged forward to meet them.

The avatar manifestation technique appeared once more at Lin Hao’s command.

This time, however, Lin Hao didn’t manifest his Primordial Body. Instead, he manifested three heads and six arms.

Even though the three attackers were disciples of the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion, they had never seen such a Secret Skill before and were utterly astonished.

In the instant their rhythm faltered, Lin Hao’s form flickered like a phantom, and his six arms suddenly extended.

Not only was his speed utterly extreme, but his timing was also honed to perfection.

"Retreat!"

Proud Moon cried out in alarm, telling the three to fall back.

But it was too late.

Before the echo of Proud Moon’s final word had faded, Lin Hao’s six arms had already pierced into the three Martial Artists’ abdomens from impossibly strange and vicious angles.

Lin Hao had run the three Heaven-Breaking Pavilion disciples clean through!

Three disciples from the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion’s Middle Court, all attacking at once, and they couldn’t even survive a single move from Lin Hao.

The scene was utterly staggering!

Everyone on the scene was stunned into a dead silence.

It wasn’t just them. High above, the misty clouds had once again gathered to obscure the sky. And above those clouds, Hua Jianzhong and Ying Rui hovered in the void, having seen everything that transpired below with perfect clarity.

At this moment, even these two experts at the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm were shocked beyond all measure.

Their rank hadn’t been high enough for them to witness Lin Hao’s battles on the Ancient Road. This was the first time they were seeing him in action.

And this first battle they witnessed gave them an immeasurable shock.

After a moment, both came to their senses. Ying Rui was the first to speak. "This boy is too frightening. If he’s allowed to reach the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm, I, Sun Yingrui, would be absolutely no match for him."

"His strategic thinking is astounding," Hua Jianzhong added, offering his own opinion. "Under normal circumstances, those three would have lost, but not nearly this quickly. He must have predicted everything. The timing of his decision to manifest three heads and six arms was simply perfect!"

"A moment ago, his cultivation was still a cut below Proud Moon’s. If they had fought then, the outcome would have been obvious. But now..." Sun Yingrui’s gaze burned as he stared down. "Now, the victor is anyone’s guess."

But Hua Jianzhong looked certain. "Actually, the outcome of their battle was decided long ago."

Sun Yingrui paused, taken aback. He was just about to speak again when he suddenly fell silent.

Below, Proud Moon made his move.