Nine Heavens Martial Emperor

Before Lin Hao’s arrival, He Jundao had always believed that the pressure of an Emperor Body could crush anything.

And so, He Jundao was arrogant.

Because an Emperor Body gave him the right to be arrogant.

A moment ago, he had unleashed the pressure of his Emperor Body, wanting to crush Lin Hao in a single blow.

But in the end, Lin Hao was completely unaffected.

This shattered He Jundao’s understanding of the world.

"Fine. You’re good! I admit I underestimated you!" He Jundao declared to Lin Hao, striking once more.

He once again manifested a hand of True Essence, but this time, He Jundao’s movements were very slow.

He Jundao’s body rumbled, and his Dantian blazed with brilliant light.

Anyone who listened closely would be horrified.

The rumbling within He Jundao’s body was caused entirely by the surging of his blood.

The vitality of an Emperor Body’s bloodline was astounding.

By using his Bloodline Power now, He Jundao was clearly treating Lin Hao as a formidable opponent.

As He Jundao drew upon his Bloodline Power, Lin Hao did the same.

Similarly, Lin Hao’s Dantian began to glow, and his body began to rumble.

On closer listen, it was the very same sound of surging blood.

Across from them, the Martial Artists, including Yang Qingtian and Young Master Moon, all had stunned expressions.

A green light emanated from Lin Hao’s Dantian, indicating that his constitution was merely a King Body.

And yet, the rumble of Lin Hao’s surging blood was not the slightest bit weaker than that of He Jundao, who possessed an Emperor Body!

A King Body possessing a bloodline with vitality comparable to an Emperor Body’s was something the Martial Artists present had never seen or even heard of!

The shock Lin Hao delivered was simply too great.

He Jundao had noticed this as well. He could even sense that the speed of Lin Hao’s surging blood seemed to be accelerating.

He Jundao knew he couldn’t let Lin Hao continue, so he made his move.

This time, before either of them had even struck, runes manifested in the void, enveloping them both.

One could only imagine the terrifying heights their power had reached, for their opening stances alone were enough to activate the runes.

The runes sealed Lin Hao and He Jundao away, blocking all the immense pressure and allowing everyone else to watch the fight with rapt attention.

He Jundao attacked. There were no flashy moves, just the manifestation of another giant hand of True Essence.

The moment the True Essence hand appeared, vast swathes of runes were annihilated with unstoppable force.

Lin Hao remained motionless, but the rumbling from his body grew louder.

At the same time, a misty aura enveloped Lin Hao, giving him a transcendent, otherworldly air.

Facing the pressure of an Emperor Body, Lin Hao stood as immovable as a mountain. The sight shook everyone to their core.

’Chaos itself accompanies him. Lin Hao has the makings of a Divine King!’ Yang Qingtian said to himself, his expression growing more solemn than ever.

An aura!

An indomitable martial aura emanated from Lin Hao.

It was an aura that the pressure of an Emperor Body could not suppress.

This caused even Yang Qingtian’s composure to waver for an instant.

He Jundao, facing Lin Hao directly, bore the brunt of it and was even more appalled.

For the first time, He Jundao discovered that the pressure from his Emperor Body was no longer as effortlessly effective as it had always been.

Facing the immovable Lin Hao, the pressure of his Emperor Body was actually, inexplicably, diminishing.

This was unimaginable.

’He’s just a King Body. I’ll crush him!’ However, He Jundao was one of the Ten Young Masters for a reason; he was no ordinary person. With a roar in his heart, his aura surged, and the True Essence hand he’d unleashed turned completely azure.

The great azure hand caused the void to collapse, and the runes crumbled even faster.

Despite being isolated by the runes, the Martial Artists outside could still feel the terrifying pressure of the Emperor Body.

With the exception of Yang Qingtian and Young Master Moon, all the other Martial Artists fell back again and again.

Just as He Jundao’s True Essence hand was about to descend upon his head, Lin Hao moved.

Instead of retreating, Lin Hao advanced, taking a single step forward.

That single step triggered a terrifying phenomenon.

The runes that had been sealing their auras away suddenly vanished.

Everyone was horrified.

Their horror wasn’t from some unimaginable pressure, but from the fact that the runes were gone. Without their protection, how could any of them possibly survive the fallout from the combatants’ clash?

But they had no time to consider this, for Lin Hao raised his hand, and the heavens themselves changed color.

RUMBLE!

A colossal roar, as if from an enraged sky, thundered out, nearly deafening the Martial Artists.

By now, He Jundao’s True Essence hand was right above Lin Hao’s head.

But Lin Hao, seemingly oblivious, simply flipped his raised hand and pressed down.

And then, something terrifying happened.

A pillar of energy materialized from thin air and, like a falling meteor, blasted toward the spot where He Jundao stood.

"Celestial Dao pressure!"

Yang Qingtian exclaimed inwardly.

As for Young Master Moon, he roared those three words aloud, his voice cracking from the strain.

He Jundao, who was facing Lin Hao, was horrified. The True Essence hand above Lin Hao’s head abruptly shot backward.

He Jundao felt a pressure from the heavens themselves—one that his current power could not possibly withstand.

At the same time, He Jundao’s body was also in retreat.

And as he retreated, Lin Hao’s body vanished.

THUMP THUMP THUMP!

Runes reappeared in the void, but He Jundao’s body was still being forced backward.

With every step he was forced back, the very world around them trembled, and runes flickered across the ground.

One could only imagine the immense force he was enduring.

In the middle of his retreat, He Jundao’s body abruptly dodged to the side.

The crowd could no longer see Lin Hao—only a blurred shadow that stuck to He Jundao like his own.

"What an incredible move, Lin Hao!"

This time, even Yang Qingtian whispered the words aloud.

He had seen through all of Lin Hao’s machinations.

Lin Hao’s "Celestial Dao suppression" just now was, in fact, only a feint.

But the feint had been so realistic that even the Rune Power couldn’t stop it—or to be more precise, didn’t dare to stop it.

That was why he, too, had been deceived.

Lin Hao had obviously anticipated that He Jundao would retreat, so he had already made his move a split second before He Jundao even began to fall back.

Combined with Lin Hao’s terrifying speed, He Jundao couldn’t have dodged even if he wanted to.

As a result, He Jundao could only meet the attack in a rush, their collision causing the runes to flash.

But how could a hastily reacting He Jundao be a match for Lin Hao, who had been preparing for this moment? That was why Lin Hao’s strike had sent him flying backward.

Afterward, Lin Hao would naturally seize the opportunity to strike again.

This created the current situation, with He Jundao completely on the defensive.

Lin Hao’s cultivation, while strong, was no match for He Jundao’s. Lin Hao had clearly known this from the start, yet he had advanced methodically, seizing control of the battle one step at a time.

You could say that from the very beginning, He Jundao had walked right into Lin Hao’s trap.

And he himself hadn’t seen through Lin Hao’s plan at the beginning.

As Yang Qingtian figured it all out, he watched the blurred figure in the arena, his eyes filled with caution.

Lin Hao was too terrifying; he was beyond anything Yang Qingtian had ever conceived of.

If Yang Qingtian could see this, then Young Master Moon could as well.

At first, Young Master Moon couldn’t understand why He Jundao was at a disadvantage, but a moment later, he understood everything.

Staring at the blurred figure in the arena, a murderous glint flashed in Young Master Moon’s eyes.

’This man cannot be allowed to live!’

Yang Qingtian and Young Master Moon could see what was happening, but the other Martial Artists lacked their insight. In their eyes, there were only two blurs of motion, moving faster and faster.

They had no idea what was truly happening.

Until a voice rang out...