Nine Heavens Martial Emperor

In fact, Chen Qian was far from the only one who was stunned.

Lin Xinran’s eyes were wide with shock.

Her cultivation was also at the Peak of Elemental Realm, and her constitution was exceptional; otherwise, she would never have been able to enter the upper courtyard of the Saint Institute to train.

She put herself in Lin Hao’s shoes, and the conclusion she reached was singular: without using her Bloodline Power, she would have died!

But Lin Hao, in contrast, had not only casually dismantled the attack, but had also killed more than half of those Warriors with their terrifying auras.

’Lin Hao must die! Otherwise, Brother Wu will have a formidable rival!’ Taking a deep breath to suppress her shock, a vicious glint flashed in Lin Xinran’s eyes.

Compared to them, Wenren Yuxin was much more reserved.

After the shock in her beautiful eyes vanished as quickly as it had appeared, she merely murmured, "As expected of her descendant."

Then, she fell silent, her shimmering eyes fixed on Lin Hao.

Just then, the situation on the other side of Zhenlong Lake changed once more.

Lin Hao actually took the initiative, attacking the remaining Warriors in their black armor.

Facing them, Lin Hao’s expression was blank, one might even say grave.

His duels against the sword attendants from the Danling Sect and Mingjian Manor had been of immense help to Lin Hao. Although he hadn’t used his sword much since, that didn’t mean he hadn’t studied it in depth.

In fact, Lin Hao’s seemingly casual sword strike just now had been a fusion of Meng Jian’s sword techniques, the sword attendants’ moves, and his own insights.

Lin Hao was perfectly clear on the attack power of his technique. He had thought all the Warriors should have been taken down.

But his estimation had been wrong, and now Lin Hao had to take this seriously.

BUZZ!

Lin Hao swung his sword again. The Evil-Slaying Sword let out a low hum as it flew toward the remaining Warriors.

He was fast, but the Warriors were not slow either.

Some advanced, some retreated. In an instant, they formed a straight line, each one pressing their hands against the back of the person in front of them.

ROAR!

Suddenly, the Warrior at the very front let out an agonized roar.

CLANG!

As the sound erupted, Lin Hao’s Evil-Slaying Sword was actually blocked, letting out the clang of striking metal.

Then, the armor on the foremost Warrior exploded, revealing powerful muscles beneath. At the same time, his body began to expand.

Two meters, three meters, five meters...

Finally, the man in front transformed into a six-to-seven-meter-tall giant. His muscles and bones bulged, his whole body turned a sallow Yellow, and he was filled with explosive power. A rumbling even echoed from within him!

Even more bizarrely, the bodies of the other Warriors behind him were rapidly shriveling.

CLANK!

Their black armor fell to the ground, revealing desiccated corpses inside!

Their essence, spirit, and even their very flesh and blood had been sacrificed to create the giant in front.

The scene was grotesque and terrifying, enough to make one’s blood run cold.

Everyone, including Lin Hao, retreated.

The giant’s eyes were scarlet, wide as lanterns. Within them, one could see terrifying visions of bleached bones and rivers of blood.

Its aura was monstrously terrifying, instantly blanketing the entire Your Highness’ Mansion.

If not for the great formation sealing the mansion, this aura would have likely enveloped the entire Imperial City in an instant.

A boundless blood-red aura surged, dyeing the world crimson.

By Zhenlong Lake, countless youths looked on in terror, their legs trembling.

This was utterly astonishing.

One must remember that they were disciples of the Saint Institute. Even the lowest-ranked among them trained in the middle courtyard and had been tempered for years by the institute’s special methods, having seen countless corpses and fierce beasts. Yet the giant, merely by standing there, sent a tremor through their very souls.

"The Blood Transformation and Bone Refining Skill! That’s an evil Cultivation Technique from the Mo Yun Kingdom! Wasn’t it lost decades ago? Duan Xinyu, what have you done?!" Across Zhenlong Lake, Chen Qian’s eyes filled with terror as he cried out.

The old master of the Chen family had never been defeated in his life, but he had experienced countless brutal wars. There was one battle he was still unwilling to speak of to this day.

In that battle, the National Master of the Mo Yun Kingdom had used an evil Cultivation Technique. Countless dead Warriors, both friend and foe, were drained into withered husks to create several evil giants.

A million corpses piled up in that battle, and enough blood was shed to float shields.

It finally ended when Chen Yan slew the National Master.

But by then, of Chen Yan’s army of several hundred thousand, only a few thousand survived!

The brutality of the battle and the power of the evil technique were beyond imagination.

At that time, Chen Yan had found a partial scroll of the evil technique on the National Master’s body. Written at the very beginning were five large words—Blood Transformation and Bone Refining Skill!

It was an ancient Forbidden Skill, said to have been created by a quasi-emperor in an attempt to seize the fortune of the heavens.

Fortunately, the Forbidden Skill was extremely difficult to master, and the scroll the National Master had obtained was incomplete. Otherwise, no army, no matter how large, could have stopped him.

Furthermore, the text of the evil technique stated that as long as one person in the world was cultivating it, no one else could possibly learn it unless the first practitioner’s body and soul were utterly destroyed.

Chen Yan had immediately destroyed the partial scroll.

He had thought such an evil technique would never appear in the world again. How could Chen Qian not be horrified to see it here and now?

Fortunately, the Warrior’s cultivation of this evil technique was only in its initial stages, as the nearby corpses were still intact.

BOOM!

After his initial terror, Chen Qian quickly calmed down. He wanted to rush over and fight alongside Lin Hao, but the resistance in the air was still there, and he couldn’t get through.

"Brother Lin, please use your full strength to kill it." Left with no other choice, Chen Qian could only shout across the distance to Lin Hao, even though he knew Lin Hao would pay a great price for doing so.

The Blood Transformation and Bone Refining Skill had reappeared. Although this was just a superficial application, the giant’s combat power was already monstrously terrifying. Even having witnessed Lin Hao’s own terrifying strength, Chen Qian’s heart was shrouded in shadow.

On the opposite shore of Zhenlong Lake, Lin Hao gripped the Evil-Slaying Sword, his expression exceptionally grave.

Upon seeing this evil giant, Lin Hao’s first thought was of the malevolent existence deep within the Demon Suppression Cave of the Heaven-Stepping Sect.

That Evil Demon, the self-proclaimed Ten Thousand Blood Demon Emperor, had plotted for millennia, gathering the True Essence of ten thousand people and the blood of ten thousand beasts, all to reconstruct his physical body and return to the mortal world.

His evil Cultivation Technique was so similar to this Blood Transformation and Bone Refining Skill.

At first, Lin Hao had worried that the Evil Demon might not have truly dissipated. Now, that possibility seemed to have grown infinitely larger.

’Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows,’ Lin Hao thought. ’That Evil Demon probably split his soul long ago.’

ROAR!

Just as Lin Hao was thinking of the Ten Thousand Blood Demon Emperor, the giant bent over, faced him, and let out a deafening roar.

PFFT! PFFT!

On the other side of Zhenlong Lake, countless people shuddered violently and spat out blood. Even Martial Artists like Hu Rui, Chen Qian, Lin Xinran, and Wenren Yuxin, whose cultivation was at least at the Ninth Layer of Elemental Realm, tasted blood in their throats and suffered internal injuries.

Chen Qian and Wenren Yuxin’s faces changed.

If even they couldn’t withstand the giant’s roar from such a distance, then Lin Hao, who was bearing the brunt of it...

As for Hu Rui and Lin Xinran, although they were injured, smiles appeared on their faces.

The stronger the giant, the smaller Lin Hao’s chances of survival.

The two of them looked toward the opposite shore, their smiles widening.

Following the giant’s roar, the Vajra Rock on the ground shattered. Dust and stones flew through the air, completely obscuring Lin Hao’s figure. In the distance, entire clusters of pavilions collapsed with a great crash!

The power of a single roar from the giant was this terrifying!

’Can Lin Hao still defy the heavens now?!’

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