Volume 3 - Chapter 416: One Sword to Sweep Away All Evil, Only the Bright Moon Illuminates the Rivers and Mountains (Part 3)
Li Hao shook his head just as two sharp gusts of wind approached. Looking up, he saw Su Muqing and Su Wanqing flying toward him.
Their expressions were deeply conflicted.
Su Muqing hadn’t expected it at all. Li Hao had actually defeated the black-veiled woman—someone even Lin Zhexuan had lost to!
Though he hadn’t slain her outright and left her the chance to admit defeat, given her bizarre life-preserving powers, even if Su Muqing had used her own secret techniques, she couldn’t be sure she’d have stopped her before she surrendered.
After all, the woman was a peak prodigy. Within a thousand-year soul lifespan, she stood at the ninth tier of the Immortal Lord Realm. Without someone like this extraordinary youth appearing, she would’ve been undisputed number one.
Who could have guessed that the young man who had sat day after day outside her courtyard in silence, waiting for her so foolishly… possessed such courage, such strength?
Thinking back on the things she had said to him, Su Muqing suddenly felt a little ashamed. In truth, if he hadn’t wasted so much time waiting for her, his cultivation might have reached far beyond what it was today.
He was just past his hundred-year soul age… and yet had sat outside her residence wasting ten full years…
She bit her lip lightly, her gaze at Li Hao filled with tangled emotions.
“Are you alright?” Su Wanqing spoke up, her face filled with worry.
Li Hao looked at her, and a touch of warmth softened his gaze. He shook his head. “I’m fine.”
Then, his eyes sharpened again. He lowered his voice and said, “You all need to step back now. While the burning of my Primordial Spirit still lasts, I’ll wipe them out in one stroke.”
His words stunned everyone present.
Su Zhenyuan, Jiang Qiuyu, and the others all felt their hearts tremble.
Take them all out?
If he’d said this before, no one would have taken it seriously.
But now… those words ignited a boundless sense of hope.
Take them all out—that meant the prisoners of war could be rescued!
Thinking of their sons and grandsons, the three clan heads revealed rare expressions of excitement.
“Alright. We won’t hold you up. But you must be careful—don’t force it too hard!”
Su Zhenyuan spoke immediately, giving Li Hao a long, meaningful look. “What my Su Clan owes you—we will repay.”
“Your name is Haotian, right? This debt, the Jiang Clan will remember.”
“The Lin Clan will remember it too.”
Jiang Qiuyu and Lin Daogong both added their words.
Li Hao only gave a faint nod. He wasn’t truly interested in gaining favors—he just wanted them to leave quickly.
Su Zhenyuan and the others were all people of action. Without further words, they took Su Muqing and Su Wanqing and withdrew from the Devil Ancestor’s Dao Arena.
Once they had left, Li Hao’s gaze shifted to the black warship. The moment he looked up, he met a pair of cold, autumn-water-like eyes—complicated, chilling, and laced with murderous intent.
It was the black-veiled woman.
Li Hao stared into her eyes without the slightest hesitation. His gaze burned like molten gold, and the True God’s Blood flowing within him exuded a divinely noble aura. His stare was so commanding, so supreme, that none could meet it.
The black-veiled woman felt as if his eyes cut through her. His gaze was too sharp, too dazzling. Her scattered thoughts were swept away like a breached dam. She instinctively turned her head and bit her lip.
She had lost.
She had actually lost.
It was the first time in her life she had admitted defeat.
And she had lost… to a human. A human at the second tier of the Immortal Lord Realm!
“Now then… who’s next to die?”
As her thoughts roiled, that youth’s clear and calm voice echoed through the Devil Ancestor’s Dao Arena—resounding across the sky!
The moment his words rang out, all the clan elders—Su, Jiang, Lin—were instantly stirred to fervor.
The people across Gusu Emperor Star couldn’t help but clench their fists in excitement!
The tide had turned!
Though Li Hao hadn’t managed to kill the black-veiled woman, victory alone was already a miracle—far beyond their expectations.
The demons had dominated the stage earlier, pressing down on everyone until they couldn’t even lift their heads.
Now, the aura emanating from Li Hao surpassed even theirs.
Who had the courage to take the stage and face the youth bathed in golden divine flame?
The crowd seethed with emotion. Many wanted to point at the demons and shout: Who’s next? Who dares?!
On the black warship, the purple-robed middle-aged man and his companions wore dark, gloomy expressions. Behind him, the gathered demon prodigies looked grim and unsettled.
Too arrogant.
He actually said, “Who’s next to die,” as if taking the stage was just a death sentence!
But the youth’s might burned like the noonday sun. None of them dared step forward.
Even the black-veiled woman had been defeated—who could possibly stand against him?
No one could have predicted that this friendly competition would reach this point. That their nineteen elites would be suppressed by a second-tier Immortal Lord to the extent that not one dared utter a word!
Silence fell over the sky.
Only the distant voices from the thirty-six thousand immortal cities rolled in like waves.
The purple-robed man and his companions were at such a high level that they could hear whispers from the far side of the Emperor Star if they wished—let alone these booming cheers charged with gathered strength.
As the echoes of the cities roared, the clan elders at the scene also spoke up when the demons stayed silent.
“Gone mute, have you? Why aren’t you speaking?”
“It’s your turn. What are you standing there for—taking a nap?!”
“No one dares step up? These are the demon prodigies you brought? A pack of cowards, the lot of them!”
“If you won’t fight, then get on your knees and admit defeat!”
The clan elders felt their chests expand with pride, their words sharp and mocking—blatant provocation and scorn.
Yes, it lacked decorum—but against demons, who cared?
Showing manners to those who slaughtered their kin—were they mad?!
Hearing the insults, the faces of the purple-robed man and his group darkened to the point of dripping ink.
The tables had turned.
The humiliation they had dished out earlier was now being returned a hundredfold.
They wanted nothing more than to crush these mocking fools—tear them apart, devour them whole.
But this was human territory.
The black-veiled woman remained silent. To her, these insults were her fault. She hadn’t been able to kill that youth. That failure now brought shame to them all.
The other demon prodigies—some looked ready to roll their eyes in fury—but all gritted their teeth and endured.
Now they understood.
Even if rage drove them mad… they could do nothing. They had to bear it.
To step up now was to die.
Not one of them could counter that youth’s power.
The standoff stretched. The mocking cheers became all the more piercing.
The purple-robed man inhaled deeply. The three leaders exchanged sound transmissions. A decision was made.
“The rest… are forfeits. Their matches are considered losses. We’ll return the captured prisoners. This first exchange…”
He clenched his jaw. “You win.”
His voice was dark and begrudging, but he had no choice.
A second-tier Immortal Lord had forced him to this point—shamed him utterly.
He cast a cold glance at the youth—memorizing his face.
“What do you mean ‘you win’? We won—period!”
“Next time, don’t show up with a parade of trash and try to put on a show. People might think you actually brought real geniuses—when not one of them dares fight!”
“You lost, and still trying to act like it’s dignified?”
The clan elders’ barbs were merciless—layer upon layer of scorn and ridicule.
The purple-robed man’s chest heaved. His state of mind trembled dangerously. He wanted to rip their mouths apart and crush them to paste.
This defeat wasn’t just public disgrace—it had been broadcast across the boundary stones to the demon territories. It would crush morale across their frontier.
But the dust had settled.
No matter how bitter… he could only endure it.
“Hey!”
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the Dao Arena.
The purple-robed man turned—and a flicker of deep, murderous intent flashed through his eyes.
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