Su Hao burst out laughing. He turned his wrist, and the spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out like a thunderbolt. As the spear shot forth, its radiance stretched a thousand zhang, shattering everything in its path!
Boom!
The two forces had barely collided when a terrifying shockwave erupted! It instantly swept thousands of zhang outward!
The onlookers retreated sharply once more, utterly shocked.
Crack!
The sword intent shattered!
Su Yun was swallowed whole by the spear intent and sent flying, before finally crashing heavily to the ground. He raised his head and glanced at Su Hao, then passed out.
Su Hao looked at Su Wan'er and smiled. "There's no problem with me becoming the divine son, is there?"
Su Wan'er clenched both fists but said nothing.
The corners of Su Hao's mouth curled up. He turned to the onlookers and asked, "Does anyone have a problem with it?"
The pressure was immense!
Everyone hastily shook their heads. Su Hao had already become a saint; who would still dare object?
"You think you're worthy of being the divine son?"
Just then, a disdainful voice rang out.
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw a group of people approaching slowly from the distance, led by a woman.
The woman wore a white dress, and an air of aloofness surrounded her, keeping others a thousand miles away. Her ink-black hair cascaded down, and her breathtaking face made her look like a fairy descended to the mortal world, too sacred for anyone to profane.
A group of young men and women followed behind her, looking at Su Hao with mocking smiles.
Su Hao and Su Wan'er watched them, their hearts unusually heavy.
So strong!
The woman in particular made them sense danger!
Su Hao looked at the woman and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
"We come from the era of High Antiquity!" It wasn't the woman who spoke, but a young man behind her.
"You're prodigies from High Antiquity!" Everyone's pupils contracted sharply, their faces full of disbelief.
Prodigies from High Antiquity!
According to legend, some peerless prodigies and monstrous geniuses of High Antiquity had willingly sealed themselves away to wait for the Emperor's Road to open. Then they would set foot upon it and become Great Emperors!
Now that the Emperor's Road was about to open, those prodigies and monstrous geniuses from High Antiquity were gradually emerging into the world!
The young man smiled. "Oh? I didn't expect you to know about us."
Su Hao said in a deep voice, "What did you mean by what you just said?"
"What did I mean?"
The young man sneered. "I meant you're not worthy of being the divine son. Understand?"
Su Hao narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "And you are?"
The young man shook his head and smiled. "We're not worthy either."
With that, he pointed at the woman in white. "Only Sister Su Ya is worthy of being the divine son!"
Everyone studied Su Ya curiously.
She couldn't be ordinary if a prodigy from High Antiquity praised her so highly.
Su Hao looked at Su Ya. "Shall we fight?"
The young man suddenly said, "You're not worthy of Sister Su Ya lifting a finger. I'll fight you!"
With that, he walked over to stand opposite Su Hao.
Su Hao stared at the young man. "My name is Su Hao."
The young man said, "Su Nanxing."
Su Hao nodded, then gripped his spear tightly and thrust. The power of his spear intent was incomparably tyrannical, its momentum vast and mighty, like a thunder dragon!
The spear had yet to arrive, but its force was already upon him!
Su Nanxing smiled contemptuously. He drew back his right hand, then abruptly punched!
Boom!
A terrifying fist radiance swept forth, shattering Su Hao's spear in an instant! Su Hao himself was sent flying!
Fist intent!
Defeated in an instant!
At the sight, everyone present immediately grew grave.
Su Hao clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. His chest had caved in, and all the bones in his body had shattered!
He struggled to raise his head and looked at Su Nanxing in disbelief. "The peak of the Ninth Level of the Saint Realm!"
What?!
Everyone's hearts jolted, and they all looked at Su Nanxing.
Su Nanxing was actually at the peak of the Ninth Level of the Saint Realm!
Just what kind of monster was he?!
As if remembering something, everyone turned to Su Ya.
Su Nanxing was already at the Ninth Level of the Saint Realm, so Su Ya was probably even more terrifying!
Su Nanxing shook his head. "See? You can't even beat me, yet you want to be the divine son? I'm not afraid of losing face, so I'll tell you the truth: I'm the weakest of this whole group!"
The weakest!
Everyone drew a sharp breath.
Were these prodigies from High Antiquity really all so strong?
Su Hao said nothing, his face despondent. Clearly, he had been dealt a blow.
Tap, tap, tap...
Just then, footsteps sounded. Everyone looked toward them and saw Su Chen holding Ye Lingxi's hand as he walked slowly toward the crowd.
Su Chen stood over 1.8 meters tall. His slightly close-fitting white robes showed off his perfect physique, and his handsome face was without a single flaw.
"S-so handsome," a woman blurted out.
The next moment.
All the women erupted in excitement, casting flirtatious glances at Su Chen. For some reason, their bodies even began to grow unbearably hot.
Even Su Ya and Su Wan'er raised their eyebrows. This man was truly handsome.
Su Nanxing stared at Su Chen. "Who are you?"
The others were also curious about Su Chen's identity.
Su Chen gave him an indifferent glance, then looked away. He raised his head toward the void and asked calmly, "How does one become the divine son?"
At his words, everyone frowned deeply.
Was he here to compete for the position of divine son too?
Su Nanxing mocked him. "You think you're worthy of competing for the position of divine son?"
Squelch!
A flash of sword light appeared.
"Ah!"
Su Nanxing let out a heart-rending scream. Everyone was startled and hurriedly looked at him, only to be filled with horror.
A great deal of blood was pouring from Su Nanxing's mouth. Then an unidentified object fell out of it.
A tongue!
Everyone swallowed and looked at Su Chen warily.
This guy attacked at the slightest disagreement!
He was not to be trifled with!
Su Ya, however, seemed to be the only one present whose expression was grave, because he hadn't even seen clearly how Su Chen had made his move!
Boom!
Just then, a terrifying force surged from Su Nanxing's body. He looked at Su Chen, his eyes blood-red as a towering killing intent spread around him.
Su Hao stared at Su Nanxing, both fists clenched.
Is this his true strength?
"Stop!"
Just as Su Nanxing was about to attack, a thunderous voice rang out, and an old man appeared among them.
The old man wore gray Daoist robes. Though his hair and beard were white, his eyes were like torches and he was full of vigor. His whole bearing was carefree and otherworldly, with the air of an immortal.
Su Rong, the Su Clan's grand elder!
"Grand elder!"
Everyone except Su Chen bowed respectfully.
Su Rong nodded and looked at Su Nanxing. "Go apologize to Xiao Chen!"
His tone brooked no argument!
Xiao Chen?
Apologize?
Everyone was stunned. He addressed him so familiarly? And he was making Su Nanxing apologize to that man? They were even more curious about Su Chen's identity now.
They couldn't really be blamed for not recognizing Su Chen. After all, he hadn't been back for more than a decade, and since birth he had seldom had dealings with the people of the clan. As a result, many of them didn't know him.
"Why should I?!" Su Nanxing roared.
Clearly, he was unwilling to submit.
Su Rong said coldly, "There's no reason. Apologize this instant! Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences yourself!"