Eight Trigram Palm: Heavenly Return Sixty-Four Palms

Chen Hao's eyes shone unusually bright. As he spread his arms, a great mass of golden light continuously gathered in his right palm.

Already a handsome young man, Chen Hao's figure seemed to grow ever more upright. The instant killing intent seeped out, he roared, "Jinling Sword."

The moment his words fell, a sword cry resounded through the entire Spirit Hall. Many people turned to look toward the Martial Hall. Even Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu, who had been in seclusion cultivating, were startled awake by that sword cry, and both vanished from where they stood.

The sword cry slowly rose, echoing without fading. A golden longsword appeared in Chen Hao's hand, and his aura changed once more.

A wave of scorching heat burst from Chen Hao's body and swept directly outward.

His hair stirred without wind, his clothes snapped loudly, and sword intent soaring into the heavens swept through the entire Martial Hall like a storm.

Yu Xiaofeng was instantly forced back several steps by that sword intent. With a flick of his sleeve, the old man beside him easily dispersed it. After taking two steps back, Hu Liena darted to Yu Xiaofeng's side.

At that moment, a golden ring rose beneath Chen Hao's feet. As the spirit ring rotated, surging Soul Power erupted into another heat wave that charged toward Yu Xiaofeng.

Hu Liena exclaimed in shock, "An Ultimate Century Spirit Ring?"

Yu Xiaofeng scoffed inwardly, What's so surprising about an Ultimate Century Spirit Ring? I have one too, alright? This woman is making a mountain out of a molehill.

The old man beside them also looked at Chen Hao in surprise. He did not think highly of this brat. Both were arrogantly conceited, but Yu Xiaofeng was far more sensible. Hu Liena might be proud and willful, but at least she respected her elders. Besides, Bibi Dong was backing her.

Though you, Chen Hao, are a prince of the Star Luo Empire, you are merely from a prince's household. Qian Daoliu may have accepted you as a student, but that is only to win over the Star Luo Empire. You disrespect your elders and come to cause trouble in my Martial Hall. Do you really think this old man is easy to bully?

The old man looked at Yu Xiaofeng and said, "Xiaofeng, throw him out. He actually dared to come to my Martial Hall and cause trouble."

"Does he really think this old man is easy to bully?"

Yu Xiaofeng nodded and said to Chen Hao with a disdainful expression, "What are you acting so tough for? Do you really think I, Yu Xiaofeng, am afraid of you?"

"I just don't want to beat you to death. So what if I call her Nana? What the hell does it have to do with you? She's even hugged me before. What can you do about it?"

"You are already within my Eight Trigram Palm Formation."

"Killing you would take no more than a few minutes."

Hearing this, Chen Hao was consumed by rage. He paid no attention to Yu Xiaofeng's words. His mind was filled only with the four words, "hugged me before." Those words clung to him like a nightmare he could not shake off.

(Don't tell me you wouldn't care. If a girl you admired, liked, or secretly loved hugged another man right in front of you, you'd be even crazier than him. Don't believe it? Try it.)

He immediately raised his sword and charged at Yu Xiaofeng, roaring, "Yu Xiaofeng, I'll kill you! To hell with your damned Eight Trigram Palm!"

The sword light flashed like lightning and arrived before Yu Xiaofeng in an instant. Unhurried, Yu Xiaofeng pulled Hu Liena behind him, and then his aura suddenly surged.

"At the same time"

Yu Xiaofeng circulated his Soul Power, sending it flowing continuously through his body. A Taiji Bagua Diagram silently appeared beneath his feet. The instant it appeared, it enveloped an area over ten meters wide, with Chen Hao squarely inside it.

Chen Hao was greatly alarmed, but with the arrow already on the string, he had no choice but to fire. The thought of Hu Liena hugging Yu Xiaofeng made him furious. Gritting his teeth, killing intent spilling forth, he charged toward Yu Xiaofeng.

(Chen Hao was so angry his lungs were about to explode. If it were you, tell me, would you explode or not? Would you?)

The black-and-white yin-yang fish spun continuously at the center. Yu Xiaofeng slid his right foot forward, his toes sweeping to the right, while both hands opened, one before and one behind. Facing Chen Hao's golden longsword, Yu Xiaofeng unleashed his first move.

"Soft Fist Eight Trigrams Palm: Heavenly Return Sixty-Four Palms."

The tip of the golden longsword had already reached Yu Xiaofeng's chest. Yu Xiaofeng slid his left foot back and twisted aside to evade. In that instant, his arms circled—his right palm aimed at Chen Hao's throat, his left palm aimed downward at Chen Hao's lower abdomen. As his body turned with his heels, he spun back and struck with two palms.

"Eight Trigrams: Two Palms!"

Bang! Bang!

The instant Chen Hao was struck, shock filled his face. As he spat blood, his body staggered backward again and again, his feet scraping two shallow trails into the ground.

His face was full of horror. He could not believe such powerful palm strikes had come from Yu Xiaofeng's hands, much less that his strongest attack, as a dignified prince, had been so easily avoided by a beggar like Yu Xiaofeng.

His ears buzzed, and Yu Xiaofeng's crazed roar echoed beside them:

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

"Eight Trigrams: Four Palms."

Like a madman, Yu Xiaofeng struck Chen Hao with both palms—at his jaw and internal organs—before launching another two strikes at his lower abdomen and dantian.

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

"Eight Trigrams: Eight Palms!"

A forceful Eight Trigrams Palm struck Chen Hao's chest eight times in succession. Chen Hao's eyes lost focus, and he was like a puppet on strings as Yu Xiaofeng's berserk assault battered him without giving him any chance to fight back.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Chen Hao spat several mouthfuls of blood in succession, blood spraying everywhere.

The final, eighth palm strike jolted Chen Hao awake. He raised the golden longsword high, preparing to slash down at Yu Xiaofeng.

But in the next second, Yu Xiaofeng's roaring voice rang out by his ear again. "Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

"Eight Trigrams: Sixteen Palms!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With one palm strike, the longsword was directly shattered. The next fifteen strikes then swept toward him crazily like machine-gun fire.

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two palms struck his right cheek, sending blood flying. Hu Liena and the old man behind them both felt their hearts tremble. Their mouths hung open as they stood there in stunned disbelief.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The third, fourth, and fifth palms all slammed into his left chest. The heavy muffled impacts made even Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu, who had remained hidden in the shadows, shudder.

The instant the sixth palm landed with a dull thud, everyone who had rushed over at the sound was stunned by the sight before them.

"Holy shit, is this really a battle between Soul Masters?" a middle-aged man said in astonishment.

A woman beside him, her face flushed with excitement, called out to Yu Xiaofeng, "Yu Xiaofeng, will you marry me?"

Hearing that, Hu Liena shot her a glare.

Yu Xiaofeng had no time to pay them any attention and struck again.

The seventh, ninth, and tenth palms—four consecutive strikes—smashed into Chen Hao's teeth.

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

"I'll teach you to run your mouth! I'll teach you to talk shit!"

"Think you're all that, huh?"

"Keep acting tough in front of me!"

Yu Xiaofeng fixed his eyes on Chen Hao's jaw and face. He turned, stomped the ground, swung his hand, and struck with his palm. His movements flowed like clouds and water, completed in one seamless motion as he unleashed the final four palms.