"What did you say?"
"His first two soul rings are both thousand-year rings?"
Qian Renxue was shocked.
What kind of concept was it to have thousand-year soul rings as one's first two?
She had never heard of such terrifying aptitude.
Wouldn't that mean this guy could start absorbing ten-thousand-year soul rings from his third ring onwards?
Such a terrifying soul ring configuration was likely unprecedented.
Although her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, possessed a configuration of eight black rings and one red ring, that was only obtained after he completed the Eight Trials of the Angel; it was not something he had achieved solely through his own strength.
Comparing the two, one could imagine just how formidable the talent of this twelve-year-old youth truly was.
"Du Feng, is there any movement from Xue Ye or Prince Xue Xing?" Qian Renxue asked.
"Reporting to Your Highness, Xue Ye and Prince Xue Xing have already received the news and are bringing people to the scene. If we don't take action soon, it will be difficult to save the person," Du Feng replied.
"That doesn't matter. With your strength, aside from Salas, no one is a match for you. Saving him won't be a problem."
"Here is what you will do: notify Salas immediately and have him pretend he knows nothing about this. Wait until we have rescued the person, then have him appear."
"At that time, watch for my signal and act accordingly. I want to see just how much trouble this youth can stir up."
Qian Renxue curled the corner of her lips, revealing a smile that suggested everything was within her expectations.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Du Feng responded respectfully before taking his leave.
Just as Qian Renxue stood up, preparing to head toward the residence of Xue Beng, Chu Hao had already gone on a killing spree, repelling wave after wave of attackers.
The Royal Guard had been terrified by his slaughter; not a single person dared to step forward and attack again.
It seemed that before them stood no longer a man, but a killing machine devoid of pain, emotion, or consciousness.
Whoever stepped forward met only death.
Even the commander of the guards was suppressed by Chu Hao's current aura.
Is this—is this even human?
He is simply a monster.
"What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and attack!"
Xue Beng was also frightened by Chu Hao's aura and hastily ordered the remaining Royal Guard, who now numbered less than a third of their original strength.
He was afraid; he was truly terrified that these useless fools would be no match for him and that his own life would end here.
"Heh, Xue Beng, stop shouting."
"Why don't you ask them if they still dare to make a move?"
Chu Hao dragged the Hades Sword as he walked slowly toward Xue Beng. The aura emanating from his body grew heavier, like a massive mountain pressing down ruthlessly upon everyone present.
The scars on his body, his cold and ruthless gaze, and his devil-like smile struck deep into the hearts of everyone present with every passing second.
Even the commander of the guards, a Soul King, was intimidated by his aura and madness, to say nothing of the others.
"Commander Li, you are a Soul King, what are you afraid of!"
"Hurry up and attack!"
Seeing that the Royal Guard did not dare to act, Xue Beng grew anxious and immediately issued a command to the commander.
He is just a lowly Soul Grandmaster; what is there for a Soul King like you to fear?
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Upon hearing the order, the commander took a deep breath, summoned his Flame Wolf martial soul, and slowly approached Chu Hao.
That's right!
He was a Soul King, while the opponent was merely a lowly Soul Grandmaster.
What was there to be afraid of?
His aura was just a bit strong, that was all.
"Kid, you are indeed strong, but this is the end of the line for you."
"Fourth Soul Skill, Flame Impact!"
Although the commander knew that Chu Hao was already severely wounded, he remained dangerous, and the commander dared not underestimate him. To avoid any accidents, he did not hesitate to use his most powerful soul skill. His entire body ignited with flames, and he charged forward like a fire wolf.
Seeing the commander's lethal strike, Chu Hao's cold and ruthless eyes remained void of any ripples.
He simply gathered all the killing intent from his body onto the Hades Sword and waited in silence.
Ten meters, nine meters...
Three meters, two meters, one meter...
Chu Hao remained motionless, a sight that made Xue Beng's heart bloom with joy.
He assumed that Chu Hao had already given up on resisting.
Yet, just as Xue Beng believed Chu Hao was certain to die, Chu Hao finally moved.
His two soul rings erupted with a flash, emitting an invisible, sinister sound that slammed into the deepest parts of the guard captain's mind.
Although the guard captain had been on guard and possessed a firm resolve, the proximity was too close, and he was still affected, causing his offensive to falter for a split second.
But it was this brief moment of hesitation that Chu Hao seized, unleashing all the killing intent he had gathered.
Instantly, a giant energy sword formed entirely from killing intent manifested out of thin air, radiating a heaven-shaking aura.
"Die!"
Feeling the killing intent released by the giant energy sword, Chu Hao roared with fury.
Holding the sword with both hands, he swung it down with all his might, leaving a dark red scar in the air as if this world itself had been cleaved open by the strike.
The guard captain, having just regained his senses, looked at the giant energy sword descending upon him, his face turning as pale as snow.
This aura was simply too terrifying.
It was the very scent of death, rendering him unable to resist.
Now, he had only one thought: to run.
However, he had already been locked onto by Chu Hao, and that terrifying killing intent acted like shackles, binding him in place and making escape impossible.
With no other choice, he had to grit his teeth and brace himself to take the hit.
The energy sword descended, striking the guard captain and erupting with such terrifying power that it blew him apart on the spot.
Just like that, a powerful Soul King met a miserable end at the hands of Chu Hao.
"This, this is impossible!"
Watching the incredible scene before him, Xue Beng was dumbfounded, his legs turning to jelly as he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with terror.
Even the remaining royal guards, who made up less than a third of the original force, were trembling uncontrollably at the sight of Chu Hao's overwhelming strength.
In their eyes, Chu Hao was no longer human.
He was a devil capable of creating infinite miracles.
A heavy thud echoed as he hit the ground.
Having unleashed his strongest strike, Chu Hao could no longer hold on and collapsed straight down.
At this moment, he was completely exhausted, with no strength left to fight.
Yet, even so, no one dared to approach him.
"Hahaha, Chu Hao, you've finally fallen."
"Aren't you so strong?"
"Don't you want to kill me?"
"Get up, then."
"Someone, go and kill him for me!"
Watching the fallen Chu Hao, Xue Beng let out a savage, manic laugh and immediately ordered the guards to finish off the man who had kept him in such a state of dread.
However, the royal guards had been scared out of their wits, and not a single one dared to carry out the order.
They feared this was merely a ruse Chu Hao had staged to lure them in to throw away their lives.
"A bunch of losers! Is he really that scary?"
"Get up there and kill him right now!"
Seeing the royal guards standing motionless, Xue Beng was livid; he kicked the guard nearest to him.
Even then, no one dared to move, leaving Xue Beng so enraged that he had to walk over to end Chu Hao's life himself.
But just as Xue Beng drew closer, thinking Chu Hao's life was about to fall into his hands, a system notification echoed in the mind of the semi-conscious Chu Hao.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing a Soul King while transcending levels. Collected one high-quality soul. Reward: Super-god level Martial Soul: Ancient Tree of Life.]
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