Nine Heavens Martial Emperor

Ten days had passed since the opening of the Starry Sky Ancient Roads. In that time, several major events had occurred, shaking all three of the roads.

First, on the seventh day after the roads opened, Yang Qingtian obtained three hundred Tokens.

When this news broke, everyone was astonished.

After all, the Starry Sky Ancient Road Yang Qingtian was on was filled with countless prodigies and geniuses. The further one went, the higher the cultivation of the Martial Artists, and the harder they were to deal with.

Under such circumstances, for Yang Qingtian to have actually seized three hundred Tokens... his strength was so terrifying it made one’s skin crawl just thinking about it.

Yang Qingtian’s name swept through the Starry Sky Ancient Roads like a whirlwind.

Shortly after, He Jundao also accomplished the grand feat of collecting three hundred Tokens, shaking his entire Ancient Road.

In the three days that followed, name after name appeared in the void, each one seared into the memory of all who saw.

And just as all the Martial Artists were discussing the prodigies of the Starry Sky Ancient Roads, a piece of explosive news, transmitted through the words in the void, shook everyone to their core.

A descendant of an ancient ferocious beast had awakened its bloodline on the middle Starry Sky Ancient Road.

When this news came out, the scalps of most Martial Artists on the middle Starry Sky Ancient Road tingled with dread.

Ancient ferocious beasts were bloodthirsty by nature and possessed Original Secret Skills. For one of their descendants to awaken its bloodline was an extremely terrifying event.

The strongest Martial Artists on this road were only at the Seventh Layer of the Soul Gathering Realm. Forget them—even a Martial Artist at the Eighth or Ninth Layer of the Soul Gathering Realm might not be a match for a descendant of an ancient ferocious beast.

For a time, all the Martial Artists began discussing the ancient ferocious beast.

On the most perilous of the Starry Sky Ancient Roads, when peerless geniuses like Yang Qingtian and He Jundao heard this news, they all felt a strong desire to cross over and battle the beast’s descendant.

They all knew that Lin Wu, one of the Ten Great Scions of the Celestial Yang Continent, had once slain a descendant of an ancient ferocious beast in the Divinity Realm.

As fellow members of the Ten Great Scions, they naturally didn’t want to be outdone by Lin Wu.

Unfortunately, it was impossible to cross between the Starry Sky Ancient Roads. They could only look to the sky and sigh in frustration.

Meanwhile, the reaction of many other Martial Artists not on the middle Starry Sky Ancient Road was excitement.

With a descendant of an ancient ferocious beast appearing on the middle road, very few people there would be able to survive.

This meant their own chances would be that much greater.

The atmosphere on the other two Ancient Roads stood in stark contrast to that of the middle one.

At this moment, the middle Starry Sky Ancient Road was shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

"Brother Wang, where are your junior brothers?" Somewhere on this Starry Sky Ancient Road, a Martial Artist hiding in the shadows couldn’t help but ask upon seeing a man, covered in blood, stagger back.

"Dead. They’re all dead. It’s an eight-clawed Fire Serpent! It went on a rampage. My junior brothers didn’t even have time to use their Spiritual Artifacts before it... If I hadn’t run fast enough..." the man replied, his face a mask of lingering fear.

"What?! There were four of you, all at the Sixth Layer of the Soul Gathering Realm, and you didn’t even have a chance to strike back at it?" The hidden Martial Artist’s face paled in shock.

"It’s not just us. At least several dozen Martial Artists have died by its claws. It’s too fast! There’s no chance! Everyone on this Ancient Road is going to die." The man’s face was filled with terror. Mumbling frantically, he fled in a blind panic, instantly disappearing down the Starry Sky Ancient Road.

The man fled so quickly that the person hiding in the shadows didn’t even have time to call out.

And in the moments that followed, several more people retreated past him. The hidden Martial Artist didn’t see a single person who wasn’t in a state of panic.

"Huh?" A moment later, the Martial Artist was stunned.

Because at this moment, a group of one man and three women was actually heading forward. The man was handsome, the women beautiful, their robes fluttering as they walked. They looked like a celestial couple. If not for the fact that the man seemed a bit too amorous with three women, the Martial Artist would have been tempted to praise the sight.

Watching the four of them continue forward, the Martial Artist initially didn’t want to say anything. But he couldn’t bear the thought of the three fairies meeting a tragic end. He finally called out, "Hey, you! Stop."

At his call, the four of them did stop. Unfortunately, the three women merely glanced at him before looking away.

Only the handsome young man paused and asked with a smile, "Something wrong?"

This was, of course, Lin Hao and his companions.

Lin Hao spoke to the man this way because he saw no malicious intent in his eyes.

"There’s a descendant of an ancient ferocious beast up ahead, an eight-clawed Fire Serpent. Don’t you know?" The Martial Artist was taken aback by Lin Hao’s question before he couldn’t help but ask his own.

The news about the ancient beast’s descendant on this road had appeared in the void, so Lin Hao naturally knew about it. But he wasn’t afraid.

Lin Hao’s martial heart was now as solid as a rock. Never mind a descendant of an ancient ferocious beast—even a true ancient ferocious beast couldn’t shake his resolve. Whether he could win a fight against one was another matter entirely.

Hearing the Martial Artist’s words, Lin Hao smiled, nodded, and politely thanked him.

But then, completely unaffected, he continued on his way.

The Martial Artist was stunned, but seeing the graceful figures of the three women, he gritted his teeth and followed them.

Along the way, other Martial Artists, their faces contorted in terror, would occasionally sprint past them.

After Lin Hao had walked several hundred meters, his nose twitched.

The thick stench of blood drifted toward him on the air.

Lin Hao’s pace didn’t falter; he didn’t even slow down in the slightest.

The further he went, the stronger the smell of blood became. But after rounding a hill, Lin Hao didn’t see the eight-clawed Fire Serpent.

Instead, what greeted his eyes was a dense crowd of people.

Within the crowd, Lin Hao spotted some familiar faces. There were disciples from the Saint Institute, and even Yunxi and Marquis Mo were present.

Lin Hao glanced at the two of them, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Yunxi and Marquis Mo’s cultivation levels had risen far, far more than before. Their progress was a bit too fast.

However, Lin Hao wasn’t concerned about it. After scanning the crowd, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Yunxi’s prestige seemed quite high; many people looked as if they were ready to follow her every command.

"Lin Hao, I thought you’d decided to be a coward and hide!" Upon seeing Lin Hao, Marquis Mo’s eyes spat fire as he spoke through gritted teeth.

The next moment, Marquis Mo turned to Yunxi. "Imperial Sister, kill him!"

Yunxi had also noticed Lin Hao. Her expression was very complicated, and she remained silent.

"Imperial Sister, what are you standing there for? You can command all these heroes! We should take this chance to tear Lin Hao to shreds! Have you forgotten what he did to us?!"

Yunxi still didn’t speak, but after hearing Marquis Mo’s words, someone couldn’t help but step forward.

"You dare to offend Fairy Yunxi? You don’t deserve to live!" a Martial Artist shouted as he charged straight at Lin Hao.

Lin Hao acted as if he hadn’t seen a thing, a smile even gracing his lips.

But beside him, a flash of light streaked past.

The next moment, the attacking Martial Artist’s blood splattered across the sky. Not even a complete corpse was left behind.

The crowd fell deathly silent.