The emperor corpse, which had been kneeling on one knee, slowly rose to its feet.
For every inch it rose, the sacrificial altar cracked another layer.
Its tattered imperial robe danced without wind, death qi piercing the heavens.
It pressed one hand toward Wang Hao.
No flourish.
No martial technique.
Just a simple press.
Yet this press was like an entire sky of death collapsing overhead.
The void around Wang Hao collapsed layer upon layer.
Time itself seemed frozen.
Space seemed buried.
The people of Great Xia could even hear their own heartbeats slowing.
That was not fear.
It was the rule of death drawing near.
The New Emperor Sword gave a violent shudder.
"Here it comes!"
Wang Hao's gaze turned icy.
"I can see it."
He raised his left hand.
Imperial Dao true essence surged in his palm.
Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Enfolding Palm.
First Palm.
Boom!
A colossal heavenly palm materialized from the void.
Palm lines like mountains and rivers.
Knuckles like pillars of heaven.
Imperial Dao dragon qi coiled around it, lightning crackling between its fingers.
The giant palm slammed down against the emperor corpse's hand.
The two palms collided mid-air.
The world shuddered.
Countless floating ancient continents in the Myriad Abyss simultaneously exploded.
Wang Hao's form swayed slightly.
The emperor corpse's hand was also halted for an instant.
Not enough.
Wang Hao did not hesitate.
Second Palm!
Third Palm!
Fourth Palm!
Three more colossal heavenly palms descended in succession.
Each palm was larger than the last.
Each palm stacked its power atop the residual force of the one before.
Like four layers of heaven crashing down at once.
The death qi around the emperor corpse was crushed layer by layer, collapsing inward.
The stone steps beneath its feet disintegrated into powder.
Yet Wang Hao showed no sign of stopping.
He knew all too well how precious his time was now.
One could afford to fight with elegance.
But in a battle of life and death, the elegant ones ended up six feet under with weeds taller than them.
Fifth Palm!
Sixth Palm!
Seventh Palm!
The colossal heavenly palm blotted out the abyss.
The entire Myriad Abyss seemed plunged into doomsday.
Gray-white death qi was sent reeling backward.
The Nine-Coffin Sacrificial Altar let out a groaning that could barely bear the strain.
Ji Wushang's face changed abruptly.
He realized Wang Hao was not simply fighting the emperor corpse.
These nine palms—their landing points were viciously calculated.
The earlier palms appeared to target the emperor corpse, but in truth, every single one was shattering the array patterns beneath the emperor corpse's feet.
When the seventh palm landed, a blood-colored spirit chain connecting the emperor corpse to the altar was practically forced open with visible cracks.
Ji Wushang's pupils contracted.
"You're severing my formation's foundation?"
Wang Hao grinned.
"Noticed?"
"A little too late."
Ji Wushang finally understood.
Wang Hao's earlier insults were meant to provoke him into deepening his control.
And deeper control made the connection between the emperor corpse and the formation foundation more obvious.
So Wang Hao, while ostensibly attacking the emperor corpse, was in reality severing those connections.
This "tyrannical sovereign" was anything but recklessly arrogant.
He was devious enough to ooze black water.
Ji Wushang roared in fury: "Emperor Corpse, annihilate him!"
The vertical slit on the emperor corpse's brow tore open once more.
Dark death light gathered.
Wang Hao's gaze turned frost-cold.
Eighth Palm!
Heaven and earth turned upside down.
A giant palm larger than all the previous seven combined pressed down.
Within its palm, faint projections of mountains, rivers, and the realm's dominion emerged.
That was no ordinary true essence manifestation.
That was the Imperial Dao.
My realm—how dare the dead tread upon it?
Boom!
The eighth palm forcibly scattered the death light from the emperor corpse's brow.
The darkness exploded like ink, corroding the void.
Wang Hao's dragon robe was eaten through in several places.
The old wound at his chest flared with agonizing pain.
But he did not even furrow his brow.
The Ninth Palm was already rising.
This time, nine strands of Imperial Dao dragon qi surged into his palm simultaneously.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower roared.
Even the sword light of the New Emperor Sword was forcibly drawn away.
The New Emperor Sword shouted: "Hey! Hey! Can you at least notify me before borrowing my power?"
Wang Hao said coldly: "Notify you, so you can haggle for a better deal?"
The New Emperor Sword: "..."
Fair point. No argument there.
The Ninth Palm condensed.
Heaven and earth went completely dark.
Not the darkness of death.
But the darkness of a colossal heavenly palm blotting out every ray of light.
That palm descended as if from beyond the nine heavens.
Like an ancient Heavenly Emperor flipping his hand to suppress malevolent spirits on earth.
Wang Hao stood beneath the palm, black hair whipping wildly, gaze ice-cold.
"So what if it's an emperor corpse?"
"Dead things should lie back down in their coffins and stay there."
The Ninth Palm fell.
BOOM!
The core region of the Nine-Coffin Sacrificial Altar sank a thousand zhang directly.
The emperor corpse raised both arms to the sky, bracing against the palm.
But the residual force of the previous eight palms erupted all at once in that moment.
CRACK!
Three blood-colored spirit chains beneath the emperor corpse shattered simultaneously.
Ji Wushang let out a muffled groan, black blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.
A cold light flashed in Wang Hao's eyes.
Found it.
The connection node was on Ji Wushang himself!
All his cursing earlier, all his fighting—it was all for this moment.
Wang Hao appeared to be going all out suppressing the emperor corpse.
But his true killing blow was never aimed at the corpse.
It was aimed at Ji Wushang.
Wang Hao looked up.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower soared into the air.
All nine tower gates swung open at once.
"Ji Wushang."
"You love pretending so much."
"Let Us see exactly what you're really made of."
The next instant.
Nine-colored divine thunder poured out of the tower.
Not targeting the emperor corpse.
But Ji Wushang, standing at the summit of the sacrificial altar!
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower hovered above the Myriad Abyss.
All nine levels lit up simultaneously.
First level: Crimson Thunder.
Second level: Orange Thunder.
Third level: Yellow Thunder.
Fourth level: Cyan Thunder.
Fifth level: Blue Thunder.
Sixth level: Silver Thunder.
Seventh level: Black Thunder.
Eighth level: Thunder Phoenix.
Ninth level: Violet Dragon.
Ninefold thunder might descended like nine gates of heavenly punishment opening at once.
In that instant, the death qi within the abyss was ripped apart by force.
Countless thunderbolts poured out from the tower gates, like a heavenly river crashing down, like divine retribution sweeping across the mortal realm.
The people of Great Xia felt their scalps go numb.
They had seen the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower unleash its might before.
But never with all nine levels fully open.
In the past, whenever Wang Hao activated this strange artifact—ranked fifty-sixth—he carried a sense of restraint.
Not because he didn't want to go all out.
But because his body couldn't bear it.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower was powerful, yes. But the stronger the strange artifact, the harsher the backlash.
Especially the ninth level's violet thunder dragon—that was a strike equivalent to a full-power blow from the Martial God realm.
Forcing consecutive use of that would not only destroy enemies—Wang Hao himself would be coughing up blood.
But now, everything was different.
Beneath the bearing of the Transcendence Realm checkup card, Wang Hao's meridians ran like a heavenly river, his soul like the sun and moon, his physical body like an imperial furnace.
The backlash of the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower struck him— heavy, yes—but no longer lethal.
And that was terrifying.
A sovereign who was already cunning, stacked with hidden trump cards, and fought with zero regard for honor… suddenly possessed a body capable of enduring the indiscriminate bombardment of every card he had.
That wasn't a sovereign anymore.
That was a walking natural disaster.
Wang Hao stood beneath the sea of thunder, gaze cold.
He did not look at the emperor corpse again.
The emperor corpse was certainly terrifying.
But the corpse was a corpse.
Ji Wushang was the one holding the strings.
Beating a corpse was useless.
Cutting down the puppeteer—that was the real strategy.
Of course.
Wang Hao never considered himself merely clever.
He considered himself extremely clever.
And, on a side note, somewhat handsome.
BOOM!
The first wave of crimson thunder fell.
The heights of the altar where Ji Wushang stood were instantly drowned in thunderlight.
Crimson thunder burned like fire, incinerating the demonic mist.
Then orange thunder, yellow thunder, and cyan thunder followed in rapid succession.
Each bolt corresponded to a full-force strike from a different early martial realm stage.
Under normal circumstances, thunder of that level meant nothing to Ji Wushang.
But the problem was, the nine thunders were not fighting alone.
They were stacked.
They were a setup.
They were the path this old fox Wang Hao carved for his real killing blow.
Black mist churned around Ji Wushang.
His figure flickered in and out of visibility within the thunder sea.
Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.
Not dead.
His aura hadn't even wavered.
This one was truly no simple foe.
But Wang Hao showed no sign of stopping.
He raised his hand and pressed down.
Five layers of blue lightning erupted.
Six layers of silver lightning tore through the void.
Seven layers of black lightning coiled toward Ji Wushang like chains from the underworld.
The black lightning was the most sinister.
It wasn’t pure thunder.
It carried the power of imprisonment.
The ability of the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower was “to imprison thunder as soldiers.”
Lightning wasn’t a fleeting attack—it was captured, tamed, and driven like foot soldiers by the tower.
When the seven layers of black lightning descended, the blood-colored formation markings beneath Ji Wushang’s feet exploded repeatedly from the electric shocks.
The black mist around his body was also torn open at one corner.
Wang Hao finally saw Ji Wushang’s body clearly.
It wasn’t a complete human form.
At least, not entirely.
There was a crack on his chest so deep that bone was visible.
Inside the crack, there was no beating heart.
Only a black crystal core slowly rotating.
Within the crystal core, half of an Emperor’s Fallen Monument’s shadow was faintly visible.
Wang Hao’s pupils narrowed slightly.
Damn.
This bastard had refined the corruption source into his own body?
No wonder he could control the Emperor Corpse.
No wonder he survived the backlash of the Nine Coffins Altar.
This was no longer a normal martial artist.
This was a human-shaped corruption relay station.
Wang Hao’s killing intent grew even heavier.
If something like this was left alone, it would cause major trouble sooner or later.
Ji Wushang stood in the sea of lightning and looked up.
There was no fear on his face.
Only cold malice and fury.
“Wang Hao.”
“Do you really think these bolts of lightning can hurt me?”
Wang Hao said coolly, “Whether they can or not, isn’t trying the only way to find out?”
“I am a fair man.”
“I never wrong the useless.”
“And I never let monsters off the hook.”
Ji Wushang sneered.
“I am no useless man.”
Wang Hao nodded.
“I can see that.”
Ji Wushang’s expression relaxed for a brief moment.
The next second, Wang Hao added, “You’re just a useless man who’s more resistant to lightning.”
Ji Wushang: “……”
In the sea of lightning, his eyes turned savage in an instant.
The people of Great Xia felt like they couldn’t breathe.
Even at this level of battle, His Majesty still couldn’t resist landing another verbal blow.
Sometimes they seriously wondered if Wang Hao had also trained his mouth into a divine-level martial technique.
The New Emperor Sword watched from the side, its spirit surging with excitement.
It had just taken a beating from the Emperor Corpse and was feeling bitter and resentful.
But now, watching Wang Hao press the Emperor Corpse down with nine palms and blast Ji Wushang with nine thunderbolts, it came alive again.
A sword—what mattered most was following the right master.
Of course, it had never admitted that Wang Hao was its master.
At best, he was a temporary partner.
If we’re being generous, he was just “Haozi.”
But now…
The New Emperor Sword sneakily glanced at Wang Hao.
Wang Hao was wrapped in nine strands of royal dragon qi, with the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower above his head, standing on the shattered altar, pressing down the Emperor Corpse with one palm and electrocuting the mastermind with lightning.
This aura.
This presence.
This killing power.
This level of shamelessness.
It was the perfect match for everything it dreamed of in a “shameless powerhouse.”
It hesitated for a moment, then flew to Wang Hao’s side, its tone unusually sycophantic.
“Wang Hao.”
“You’ve actually got something going on now.”
Wang Hao gave it a cold look.
That one glance was colder than the Emperor Corpse’s death light.
The New Emperor Sword froze.
“What’s wrong?”
Wang Hao’s face was expressionless.
“Let me ask you something.”
“When I was at the Martial God realm, you called me Wang Hao, called me Haozi, and I didn’t bother arguing with you.”
The New Emperor Sword suddenly had a bad feeling.
Wang Hao continued, “Now I’m temporarily transcending my vessel, basically half an emperor already.”
“And you still call me Wang Hao?”
“Where’s your manners?”
The New Emperor Sword: “……”
The entire sword went silent.
The people of Great Xia went silent too.
Wait.
Your Majesty.
The Emperor Corpse is still standing right there.
Ji Wushang isn’t dead yet.
And you suddenly decide to nitpick about titles?
Isn’t that mindset a bit too calm?
No.
This isn’t just calm.
This is absurd.
The New Emperor Sword struggled for a long time.
“Then… Your Majesty?”
Wang Hao sneered.
“When you were screaming for help earlier, you said it pretty smoothly.”
“Why are you hesitating now?”
The New Emperor Sword rolled its eyes.
It was a sword.
But it wasn’t a stupid sword.
A wise man submits to the times.
Especially after taking a beating from the Emperor Corpse, it had developed a whole new level of respect for the strong.
The next instant.
The sword spirit of the New Emperor Sword burst forth.
With a ridiculously smooth sliding motion, it latched onto Wang Hao’s leg.
The move was fluid.
The posture was flawless.
As if it had practiced it eight hundred times.
“Great master!”
“Brilliant and mighty master!”
“Unrivaled master, number one through the ages, destined to suppress all realms, who kicks the Emperor Corpse and slaps the dog Ji Wushang!”
“Your loyal little sword is willing to go through fire and water for you, willing to die a thousand deaths!”
The entire scene: “……”
Wang Hao looked down at the sword spirit of the New Emperor Sword clutching his leg.
He was silent for a moment.
Then, expressionless, he said, “Your face is thicker than I imagined.”
The New Emperor Sword looked up, its face full of sincerity.
“It’s all learned from the great master.”
Wang Hao’s eyebrow twitched.
“Are you insulting me?”
The New Emperor Sword immediately shook its head.
“No, absolutely not.”
“I—no, this little sword is speaking from the bottom of its heart in praise.”
Wang Hao sneered.
“Get back into the sword.”
The New Emperor Sword didn’t hesitate for even a second. With a whoosh, it dove back into its blade.
So fast it seemed afraid Wang Hao would change his mind.
The Demon Lord watched, his mouth twitching.
He suddenly felt that His Majesty and this sword were a match made in heaven.
One was shameless.
The other had no sense of shame at all.
Together, they were a double insurance policy for Great Xia’s future domination of all realms.
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