Nine Heavens Martial Emperor

The Evil Emotion Tower, one of the five great divine sects of the Cangnan Empire.

The Evil Emotion Tower was so named because its disciples were masters at using unthinkable means to "drunkenly recline in the laps of beauties."

As the First Young Master of the Evil Emotion Tower, Evil Wind was exceptionally arrogant, for wherever he went, he was always the most dazzling star.

But here at the Saint Institute, it was as if he was completely irrelevant.

Lin Hao won the favor of beautiful women, while he was reduced to a mere bystander. No one even spared him a second glance.

This stark contrast made Evil Wind want to rip Lin Hao to shreds.

Now, seeing Yin Duwen accomplish what he’d wished for, Evil Wind was naturally ecstatic.

"Evil Wind, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed," Lu Dieyi’s voice rang out. "Brother Hao hasn’t even used his Divine Soul yet."

Evil Wind froze for a moment, then retorted, "Lin Hao is already half-dead. What good would using his Divine Soul do now? Lu Dieyi, it looks like you’re destined to be a widow."

Lu Dieyi shot him a look and fell silent.

The others, who had been certain of Lin Hao’s death, were all shaken upon hearing Lu Dieyi’s words.

Lin Hao had actually forced Yin Duwen to deploy his Divine Soul prematurely. One could only imagine how formidable he was.

If Lin Hao were to use his Divine Soul, the final outcome would be uncertain.

’I wonder what Lin Hao’s Divine Soul is?’

The thought surfaced in many minds, and they turned their attention to Lin Hao’s Divine Soul.

On the Saint War Platform, Yin Duwen’s eyebrow twitched as he prepared to send out his Divine Soul again.

He had suppressed his cultivation realm, but his Spiritual Sense was still astonishingly sharp. Just then, he felt a pang of unease. To prevent any unforeseen complications, he decided to strike.

The next moment, Yin Duwen was utterly horrified.

He discovered that his Divine Soul hadn’t lunged at Lin Hao to kill him as intended. Instead, it had shot back into his body. No matter how hard he tried to command it, his Divine Soul remained unresponsive.

Even in his two hundred-plus years of life, Yin Duwen had never encountered such a situation.

’How bizarre.’

And then, he saw why.

A divine halo materialized behind Lin Hao. Within it stood a tiny human figure.

The figure was small, yet it was shrouded in endless Chaos Qi, exuding a majestic and boundless oppressive might.

His own Divine Soul had clearly been terrified by this oppressive might, not daring to challenge its power, and had chosen to retreat.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" The small figure in the halo was shrouded in endless Chaos Qi, and although Yin Duwen couldn’t make out its features, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Because Lin Hao’s Divine Soul was... humanoid!

A Divine Soul—a Martial Artist’s second life—was mysterious and unpredictable. It could manifest as any object or creature in existence.

But that being said, Yin Duwen had never seen a Divine Soul take the form of a human!

He had not only never seen it, he had never even heard of such a thing.

A human form for a soul... not even the Great Emperors of old could accomplish that!

Yet now, Lin Hao’s Divine Soul was a humanoid figure. How could Yin Duwen possibly believe it?

It wasn’t just Yin Duwen; everyone in the crowd was shocked beyond belief.

"I-Is... is that Lin Hao’s Divine Soul? It’s terrifying... I have this feeling that a Divine King has just descended."

"I feel it too. That humanoid figure contains an unparalleled, terrifying power."

"To think he actually managed to take that step..." Even Su Molixi’s delicate frame trembled slightly upon seeing Lin Hao’s Divine Soul.

Then, as everyone watched, the humanoid figure behind Lin Hao on the Saint War Platform began to move.

The tiny humanoid figure strode through the air as if walking on solid ground, heading straight for Yin Duwen.

Everyone’s eyes widened. They saw Yin Duwen standing perfectly still, as if he were paralyzed with shock.

"No!" A shrill cry erupted from Yin Duwen’s mouth.

Everyone could see Yin Duwen’s body trembling.

"He’s not just stunned—he’s been immobilized!" someone in the crowd cried out, their voice trembling.

A Divine Soul immobilizing a physical body... such oppressive power was simply unheard of.

GASP!

And many more, their eyes wide with disbelief, sucked in a sharp breath.

They finally understood how Lin Hao could dare to claim invincibility among those of the same rank.

The moment this Divine Soul appeared, even someone as strong as Yin Duwen was immobilized, turned into a lamb for the slaughter. What chance would an ordinary person have against Lin Hao?

On the Saint War Platform, a light began to glow from Yin Duwen’s Dantian. It was a green light, and it grew increasingly brilliant.

"A Kingly Physique! Elder Yin actually possesses a Kingly Physique! How unexpected!"

"Lin Hao’s Divine Soul is too terrifying. Elder Yin is trying to activate his Bloodline Power, but he still can’t move!"

Several people cried out in alarm.

But before their cries had even faded, Yin Duwen moved.

His body shot backward as he scrambled to escape, desperately trying to get off the Saint War Platform.

This scene left countless onlookers completely stunned.

For the First Elder of the Saint Institute to choose to flee for his life in the middle of a duel... it was a testament to the absolute terror of Lin Hao’s Divine Soul.

’Elder Yin won’t be able to escape,’ many people thought, shaking their heads and sighing inwardly.

Lin Hao’s Divine Soul was simply too powerful; there was no way it would let Yin Duwen escape.

Sure enough, before anyone could clearly see what happened, Yin Duwen’s flight came to an abrupt halt. The tiny humanoid figure now hovered before him. Even from a great distance, the sight made people’s hearts tremble, inspiring an urge to prostrate themselves in worship.

The next moment, a tiny hand emerged from the Chaos Qi and slowly reached toward Yin Duwen.

"No!" Yin Duwen screamed in terror. "Brother, save me!"

The last three words boomed like thunder, exploding over the Saint Institute and spreading in all directions.

"Young man, please stay your hand," a voice immediately rang out from deep within the Saint Institute.

The voice was strange and sudden, and no one could pinpoint its source.

Lin Hao’s Divine Soul remained unmoved.

But just as the tiny hand was about to touch Yin Duwen’s body, a figure appeared in the sky above the Saint War Platform.

"The Dean!" someone exclaimed upon seeing the figure.

The figure was none other than the Dean of the Saint Institute, who hadn’t made a public appearance in decades.

Looking down at the scene, the Saint Institute’s Dean sighed before speaking. "Lin Hao, I know this is against the rules, but I hope you can do me a favor and spare him."

In the sky above the Saint War Platform, the Dean of the Saint Institute stared down at Lin Hao, his expression complex.

"And if I refuse?" Lin Hao’s voice was ice-cold.

’The Dean of the Saint Institute knew his name upon first appearing, which proved the man was already aware of him.’

’When Yin Duwen was trying to kill him just moments ago, the Dean was nowhere to be seen. But now he shows up and asks him to spare Yin Duwen? There was no way Lin Hao would agree.’

The Dean was taken aback by Lin Hao’s words.

The surrounding crowd stared, their eyes wide in disbelief.

This was the Dean of the Saint Institute! Even the Monarch of the Cangnan Empire had to be utterly respectful in his presence. Yet Lin Hao dared to speak to him in such a manner. It was shocking.

"Kill!" Before the Dean could answer, Lin Hao spat out a single, cold word.

That single word sent a chill through everyone’s heart.

’Lin Hao was utterly lawless.’

Lin Hao’s Divine Soul moved once more.

At the same time, the Dean of the Saint Institute, who was hovering above the platform, flashed and reappeared on the Saint War Platform itself, attempting to block Lin Hao’s Divine Soul...