Eternal Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 290 - 280: Let’s Bring It Out Together

"Are you even human?"

Feng Haizhong stood frozen like a wooden chicken. His spider web formation had been breached, an event that had never occurred since he acquired the Spider Silk Sword. Even Yue Feng had said that within the Martial Sect Realm, hardly anyone could achieve this.

Yet, Chu Hao had done it.

Is this guy really from the Martial Sect?

Feng Haizhong shook his head. There was no doubt that the other party was from the Martial Sect, because he had been by Yue Feng’s side for many years and was clearly aware of the aura possessed by Warriors.

That a member of the Martial Sect could break the Spider Silk Sword was truly unimaginable.

Feng Haizhong took another deep breath, forcibly suppressed the unease in his heart, and comforted himself that the opponent’s attack had limits. Otherwise, that single Moon Blade would have destroyed a large portion of the web instead of just slicing a small gap.

Right, right, right, as long as he kept forming arrays, it would be a matter of whether he could repair them faster than Chu Hao could destroy them.

The spider silk binds, not even gods can save you.

He hummed and said, "Let’s see how long you can keep this up."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, he moved swiftly, continuously striking with his sword. Beams of golden light emitted from the blade, coiling towards Chu Hao, making the web even denser.

Chu Hao remained calm. He had already discerned the limits of the Spider Silk Sword’s power, or rather, the maximum power it could unleash in Feng Haizhong’s hands. He casually waved his hand, unleashing a series of Crescent Slashes, this time incorporating both Starlight and Blue Flame.

Something strange happened. As the Crescent Slash touched the golden net, the Blue Flame actually spread along the "golden threads," like lighting a match in a haystack, immediately igniting a fierce blaze.

Boom, the entire golden net was engulfed, instantly turning into ashes.

This...

Feng Haizhong involuntarily stopped dead in his tracks, his facial muscles twitching as if performing some feat.

How could he accept this!

The Spider Silk Sword was a Treasure Artifact from Ancient Times; even Yue Feng had said that hardly anyone in the Martial Sect Realm could decipher it. How could it have collapsed with one casual strike.

Not just him, even Fu Xue and the Barbaric Girl were surprised, and Feng Yuan’s legs trembled, finally realizing that they might have bitten off more than they could chew, frighteningly hard, potentially even breaking some toes.

Even Chu Hao hadn’t anticipated the Blue Flame’s effectiveness—it seemed naturally designed to counteract the Spider Silk, although his intention had merely been to enhance the power of his Crescent Slash and increase its destructive power.

But now, it was far from just a slight increase—it was massive destruction.

Of course, he wouldn’t say that, but instead kept an inscrutable expression, crossed his arms behind his back, and said, "Bring out any more Ancient Treasure Artifacts you have. Let’s open my eyes."

Bring out your sister’s artifacts!

Feng Haizhong inwardly exclaimed, these were Ancient Treasure Artifacts, after all. He could obtain one only because he had curried favor and been loyally devoted, thus receiving Yue Feng’s reward. You want several?

What to do? Even deploying the Spider Silk Sword hadn’t sufficed against Chu Hao; was he still supposed to keep fighting?

Feng Haizhong immediately shook his head internally. Continuing the fight would truly be masochistic; one side of his face was already swollen painfully high, and he did not fancy the other side getting a similar treatment.

Time to ask for help from several very close True Disciples and together suppress Chu Hao.

— Although he was only a Follower, his talent was unmistakably high, and being Yue Feng’s man, most True Disciples at the Martial Sect level from the Spirit Spring Sect were in good relations with him; calling a few to deal with Chu Hao was naturally no problem.

"We’ll see about that." He threw down these parting words, about to turn and run like Feng Yuan.

"Thinking of running?" Chu Hao snorted. He had already let Feng Yuan go once; he had given that chance once and would not grant it a second time.

"And what do you plan to do about it?" Feng Haizhong said arrogantly, believing in his status as Yue Feng’s Follower. No matter how bizarre Chu Hao was, a thousand of him combined could not compare with Yue Feng.

Warriors had already advanced into the Middle Three Realms, a world of difference from the Three Minor Realms; even the most talented from the Martial Sect couldn’t compare with Warriors, not to mention Yue Feng, an Eighth Tier Warrior, was already eyeing the breakthrough to War General.

Chu Hao walked towards Feng Haizhong, saying as he moved, "I’m actually quite reasonable. I don’t provoke others unless provoked. But whoever messes with me, know that I’m not a person who fears trouble."

"Your cousin harbored messy intentions. Teaching him a lesson was a mere light punishment, and I would have let the matter rest. But you insisted on seeking deeper trouble, thinking I have no temper to be freely manipulated by you?"

Feng Haizhong furrowed his brows and said, "Don’t be too excessive, I am Lord Yue Feng’s Follower."

"So what!" Chu Hao moved swiftly towards Feng Haizhong.

"This is too much!" Feng Haizhong, too, burst into rage. Despite repeatedly invoking Yue Feng’s name, Chu Hao remained unimpressed, disregarding even Yue Feng’s reputation; this was simply unreasonable.

Infuriated, he retaliated. Although he was just one Minor Realm below Chu Hao, typically, it was Chu Hao who fought against those higher in cultivation than himself. Being inferior in cultivation, how could he possibly be Chu Hao’s match?

Slap, he didn’t even see how Chu Hao had struck, his face was already fiercely slapped.

This was the second time; it was the second slap he had received.

Feng Haizhong’s eyes blazed with fury. Since childhood, when had he ever been slapped?

Slap!

Before he could even process the thought, his face was struck heavily by another slap, making his jaw slacken as if all his teeth were going to fall out.

Chu Hao was not only a practitioner of the Nineteen Meridians, but he also practiced Body Technique and possessed shocking Brute Strength. His hands were comparable to Seventh Grade True Gold among those in the same realm. What did it mean to be firmly slapped by him?

After delivering seven or eight powerful slaps, Feng Haizhong was dizzy and saw stars everywhere.

"Eh, isn’t that Feng Haizhong?" At that moment, some people passing by saw Chu Hao wildly slapping Feng Haizhong and were immediately astounded.

"It really is him!"

"That guy, although not an official disciple of the sect, possesses an extremely high talent. It is said that several high-tier deacons intended to take him as their disciple, but he rejected them all."

"You have to look at the master before you beat the dog. Yue Feng is the top among the true disciples, and many high-tier deacons have to give him face, yet someone dared to treat his follower like this."

"Who is that beating Feng Haizhong? He’s got some guts."

"I don’t recognize him."

More and more people gathered, almost everyone recognized Feng Haizhong, but not a single person knew Chu Hao’s identity. What was clear was that this guy had a lot of nerve, daring to publicly slap Yue Feng’s follower, showing no regard for Yue Feng’s face.

"Stop!" Suddenly, someone shouted at Chu Hao.

Chu Hao didn’t care at all and continued to treat Feng Haizhong’s face as if it were his rear.

"I told you to stop!" The person before became furious, as Chu Hao boldly ignored him.

Slap slap slap, Chu Hao kept fiercely slapping Feng Haizhong, paying no attention to the other person’s words.

"Humph!" That person was now unable to contain his anger; his hands trembled and instantly turned deep blue.

"Senior Brother Yang is about to make a move."

"This guy truly has nerves of steel, having just offended Brother Yue Feng, and now he’s picking a fight with Senior Brother Yang."

"Senior Brother Liang is a true disciple, ranked fifth in strength within the Martial Sect Realm. Had he not passed the age of 25, he could easily sweep through the so-called talents on the Fledgling Dragon List with just one hand."

"Indeed, Senior Brother Liang reached the peak of the Nineteen Meridians Martial Sect three years ago. Although he has not broken through to the Warrior level, his Star Force has been refined to an incredibly solid state, making his combat power terrifyingly boundless."

"Messing with Senior Brother Liang is truly asking for trouble."

"Moreover, it’s said that Senior Brother Liang and Feng Haizhong are very close friends; it seems that it’s indeed true."

"Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come forward for Feng Haizhong."

The crowd around them once more buzzed with discussions.

"I told you to stop, didn’t you hear me?" The person known as Senior Brother Liang finally made his move, leaping toward Chu Hao and reaching out with his right hand straight towards Chu Hao’s back.

Boom!

Just then, everyone felt the ground tremble beneath them, as if an earthquake had occurred. A figure burst forth, charging towards Senior Brother Liang. Thud thud thud, with each footstep, the ground trembled as if it were not a person, but a terrifying ferocious beast from ancient times.

When the crowd could see the person’s appearance clearly, they all exclaimed in surprise.

It was actually a woman, with slender arms and legs, her face as delicate as a painting, and strikingly pure. No one could associate her with the phrase "powerfully built."

Of course, it was the Barbaric Girl, Yun Cai.

She punched, hurling her delicate pink fist straight at Senior Brother Liang’s chest.

Senior Brother Liang’s expression turned serious. The momentum released by the opponent was too powerful, making him dare not underestimate her. He and Feng Haizhong were indeed close friends, but not to the extent that he would allow himself to be punched just to save him.

He immediately withdrew his hands and moved forward to meet the Barbaric Girl.

Bang!

The two clashed, and Senior Brother Liang’s expression changed instantly. His entire body was forcefully pushed back, his feet even scraping deep marks into the extremely hard mountain rock.

What.

Seeing this scene, everyone’s expressions showed disbelief.

How old was this girl?

14? 15?

Most people at that age hadn’t even started their cultivation yet, only those born into major powers could receive various kinds of Spiritual Liquids to fortify their bodies from a young age, allowing them to step onto the path of cultivation early.

But which child at the age of 15 could repel a Martial Sect with one punch, especially a Martial Sect who had reached the peak of that realm and refined his Star Force to an exceedingly pure state?

Mouths agape, tongues lolling, everyone was petrified, completely unable to believe their own eyes.

Senior Brother Liang was also unable to accept it, and he knew all too well how terrifying his Green Spirit Hand was. Yet, the opponent’s seemingly delicate hand was comparable to Seventh Grade True Gold, only causing his hands to tremble numbly, as if his bones were about to shatter.

"Body Cultivation!" A flicker of enlightenment, he exclaimed in shock.(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)