Volume 3 - Chapter 417: Fame Shakes the Imperial Star, Progenitor of the Su Clan (Part 1)
As the residual might of the sword faded, the battlefield was littered only with demonic remains. The sunlight that shone down, as pale as frost, brought no warmth—only a chilling cold that pierced the bones of the purple-robed middle-aged man and the others.
That dazzling sunlight felt more like the moonlight of a frigid noon.
Within the Dao arena, the last vestiges of demonic blood and primordial spirits were still attempting to reform. From a lump of indistinct flesh, a mouth took shape and uttered a cry:
“I yield—”
Boom!
Before the third word could escape, a sword came crashing down, piercing straight through the mouth and shattering the chunk of flesh.
The sword light shredded through it, along with the surrounding demonic blood, grinding it all into nothingness!
Taixu Spirit Drift.
Outside the Dao arena, the members of the Jiang Clan saw the movement technique Li Hao had displayed, and all of them gasped, their pupils constricting in shock.
The technique he had just used was none other than the Jiang Clan’s forbidden secret: the Taixu Spirit Drift!
This technique demanded extraordinarily high control of the primordial spirit. Not only was it the Jiang Clan’s pinnacle movement technique, it was also among the finest across all of the Northern Domain’s human clans.
“Taixu Spirit Drift—he’s even reached the ‘Lithe’ stage!”
Jiang Huanhuan stood dumbfounded. How could this man use the Jiang Clan’s movement technique? And to such a degree? She herself had only just entered the early phase of the ‘Lithe’ stage, yet what Li Hao had just shown was already mid-stage mastery!
Jiang Qiuyue was also stunned, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes. Had he stolen it? Or did he have some connection to the Jiang Clan? With talent like his, there must be an extraordinary figure behind him—perhaps someone with ties to the Jiang Clan.
Regardless, Li Hao had fought for the Northern Domain’s humans. Even if he had obtained the technique by accident, she would not pursue it. In fact, after the battle, she planned to pass on the subsequent levels of the movement technique to him—but only to him alone.
With that ghostly footwork, paired with the Extreme Realm of Comprehension, Li Hao’s speed soared. He swiftly dispatched the remaining demon prodigies who had clung to life.
Among them was even Meng Qing, a monstrous talent only slightly below Su Muqing in aptitude. Li Hao sensed there were at least three beings on that level—but it didn’t matter anymore. He cut them all down!
In the blink of an eye, the Demon Ancestor’s Dao arena was left with only Li Hao.
And one more sword.
Behind him, the flames of his primordial spirit were gradually extinguishing. The power of his primordial spirit was waning. All across his body, the thousand golden bones had become mottled, like the gnawed remains of a carcass, their glow dimmed and divine radiance hidden within bronze.
However, within his body resided a drop of True God’s blood. Though his golden bones were now weakened, the overall power of his primordial spirit had still grown significantly compared to before.
Once the golden bones recovered fully, he would not only return to his peak—but also begin condensing the blood of a True God!
“You!”
On the black warship, the purple-robed middle-aged man glared down, his expression dark as iron. Watching Li Hao slaughter every demon prodigy without leaving a single survivor—without even a pause—filled him with fury.
Beside him, the golden-eyed middle-aged man, also a half-step Demon Emperor, radiated a terrifying chill from his gaze. It was as if he wanted to devour Li Hao alive!
Li Hao looked up, his eyes sharp and cold, not a shred of fear in his expression. He stared directly at the three demons suspended in the sky.
“You came, so now stay. That’s our human hospitality.”
The purple-robed man’s lips twitched. What nonsense was this? So “hospitality” meant burial now?!
Hei Ji stood frozen, unable to believe what she was seeing. Of the twenty who had accompanied her, not one remained alive—except for herself.
Though she had always kept her distance, frosty and aloof, saying little to the others, seeing them all fall one by one left a bitter taste she couldn’t put into words.
These were all elite demon prodigies. Had she ever become a Demon Emperor, they would’ve been her strongest allies in conquest.
That youth… such a ruthless heart, such a deadly sword!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several figures rushed into the Dao arena. It was Su Zhenyuan and the others.
They surrounded Li Hao, wary of a sudden counterattack that might take his life.
After all, with Li Hao’s displayed talent and the blow he had dealt the demon race, the demons would be insane not to seek revenge.
“Gentlemen, you lost the wager. Now let them go.”
Su Zhenyuan stepped in front of Li Hao, speaking coldly—though inside, he was filled with elation and satisfaction.
All twenty war captives… they could finally go home!
The purple-robed man’s expression was like thunder, but he didn’t argue. With a wave of his hand, the chains binding the captives all shattered, and the forces suppressing them vanished.
“Father!”
“Grandfather!”
Freed at last, Lin Yeqiu, Su Hanshuang, Su Wenyue, and the others rushed toward their clans, their faces alight with emotion.
They were going home. They weren’t dead—weren’t dead!
The three great clans and various noble houses all surged forward to welcome their long-lost prodigies with joy.
Though Su Zhenyuan and the others turned their focus to their respective clan’s youths, they still stood firmly beside Li Hao. Their combined presence had already formed a wall of pressure, ensuring Li Hao would suffer no sudden strike.
But just as the celebration swelled—
The purple-robed man’s silhouette flickered.
Boom!
The boundary stone in midair exploded, shattered by some invisible force!
The images projected across the Demon Territory and the Imperial Star vanished in an instant.
At that moment, two faint breezes swept across the battlefield—one falling beside Su Muqing, the other beside Lin Zhexuan.
Su Muqing’s full attention was on Li Hao. She had no chance to react.
Even if she had been on full alert, it wouldn’t have mattered—because the attacker was the purple-robed man, a half-step Demon Emperor!
Let alone his level—even a Celestial King could instantly kill Su Muqing!
The moment that terrifying pressure descended, Su Zhenyuan and the others finally realized what was happening.
The chains on the captives being broken, the projected images being destroyed, and now this—everything had happened in mere instants!
Damn it!
Su Zhenyuan’s expression changed. So did Lin Daogong’s. Their hair stood on end as their eyes snapped toward Su Muqing and Lin Zhexuan in horror.
They wanted to act—but it was too late. Their focus had been divided between Li Hao and the war captives. They hadn’t considered the possibility that the demons would change their target.
Yes, Li Hao was the greatest threat, but because everyone was guarding him so closely, the demons had simply chosen new targets.
Jiang Qiuyue flickered, trying to intervene—but she was too late.
Time in the surrounding space reversed, rippling against her attempts to resist. Yet the positions the purple-robed man and his allies occupied were like invisible prisons—anchored in the flow of time, immovable.
“Die!”
Both the purple-robed man and the golden-eyed man struck at once, unleashing the full might of their half-step Demon Emperor cultivation.
They were determined to obliterate these two prodigies completely.
They couldn’t kill the one bearing the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal—but these two?
They would not leave them alive.
Boom!
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