Indestructible Little Strong

As Wang Hao's slender hand swept down, Hai Dafu, who had been waiting below the tower, let out a sharp shriek: "Fire!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At this moment, over a dozen heavy ballistae, capable of piercing city walls, roared simultaneously. Over a dozen heavy armor-piercing arrows, as thick as a child's arm, tore through the air with world-destroying kinetic energy, emitting a shrill howl that made one's scalp tingle.

"Crash! Crash! Crash!"

The dilapidated Jishi Hall was instantly reduced to powder. Smoke and fire shot into the sky, and wood splinters flew in all directions like shrapnel. The massive impact even made the surrounding ground tremble violently, as if an earth dragon were turning over.

Wang Hao stood atop the high tower, the fierce wind making his black martial attire flutter loudly. At this moment, his back was straight, his hands clasped behind his back, and his eyes were as cold as ice. In the glow of the fire, his originally somewhat youthful face unexpectedly revealed a majestic aura that no one dared to look at directly.

How could there be any trace of the wretchedness and panic from when he was assassinated in the imperial garden earlier?

This was the taste of power, the thrill of controlling life and death.

Wei Zhongxian and Yu Huatian stood behind him, looking at their majesty's back, and a sense of awe involuntarily rose in their hearts. The Emperor had changed; he had become unfathomable and decisive in killing.

In this shocking moment of thousands of arrows firing and flames soaring to the sky, Wang Hao's mind sank into his head, calmly reciting a sentence:

"System, sign in."

[Ding! Detected that the host is at the sign-in location. Sign-in successful!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: Holy-tier High-grade Storage Ring, with a space of one thousand square meters.]

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth curled up slightly. Good stuff!

Meanwhile, in the ruins.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Relying on his instincts, Ye Chen darted into the nearby slum shack area, but the terrifying shockwave still made his vitality surge wildly.

"Damn it! How could this little emperor be so scheming?"

Ye Chen lay wretchedly in a dark ditch, with crisscrossing dilapidated wooden boards right above his head. The terrain here was extremely complex, with narrow alleys and low, dense houses. Although behemoths like heavy ballistae were immensely powerful, they couldn't be deployed effectively here. Most of the giant arrows fired were blocked by the overlapping buildings. Although many houses collapsed, it was difficult to accurately hit him as he scurried around like a civet cat.

"Pfft!"

Ye Chen felt a burst of intense pain in his body; the poison was acting up. But a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he took out a small porcelain bottle exuding a strange fragrance from his clothes. This was the fortuitous encounter he had obtained while traveling in the Kunlun Mountains—the Heaven-tier High-grade Poison Warding Pill, a holy medicine for detoxification in the martial world.

He swallowed the pill without hesitation and circulated the inner energy within his body.

In just a few breaths, the highly toxic poison that had been eroding his meridians rapidly coagulated into black blood and was forced out of his body through his pores. His originally somewhat numb limbs were once again filled with explosive power.

"Tyrant, you want to kill me? Dream on!"

Ye Chen wiped the black ash from his face, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge. This was the slum, and the terrain was as complex as a maze. As long as he caught his breath, he was confident he could fight his way out, and even... sneak into the tower again to take that dog emperor's head!

On the tower.

A faint golden light flashed across Wang Hao's eyes; it was exactly the Son of Heaven's Qi Observation Technique.

In his vision, the golden light under the ruins that had originally dimmed actually brightened again, even more vigorously than before!

"Tsk, as expected." Wang Hao sneered, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. "Is this Child of Destiny part cockroach? He took a poisoned arrow and is actually still jumping around alive, even curing the poison."

"Hai Dafu!"

"This servant is here!"

"Stop your big toys. Demolishing houses is fast, but killing people is too slow." Wang Hao said indifferently. "Since he wants to play hide-and-seek, send people in to play with him."

Wang Hao turned his head and looked at the crowd below who were already itching for a fight, his voice icy:

"Wei Zhongxian, wave the flag. Have Cao Shaoqin and Cao Zhengchun lead the men and press forward for me! Even if you have to pile up bodies, pile him to death in there!"

As Wei Zhongxian violently waved the giant Black Dragon Flag from the tower.

"Kill!!!"

The heaven-shaking shouts of killing instantly echoed throughout the South City slums.

Cao Shaoqin, who had long been unable to hold back, held his longsword and took the lead. Behind him followed five hundred Eastern Depot guards armed with waist blades, charging into the ruined alleys like a pack of bloodthirsty, starving wolves.

Following closely behind were the three thousand Royal Guard elites led by Cao Zhengchun. These soldiers wore heavy armor and held long spears and large shields. Although their movements were not as agile as the depot guards, they had the advantage of excellent equipment, advancing like a black wall of iron.

"Good timing!"

Deep in the alley, Ye Chen let out an angry roar, and the long blade in his hand swung out fiercely.

Swish!

A biting blade light pierced the darkness. The two Eastern Depot guards rushing at the very front didn't even see his movements before their heads flew high into the air, blood spurting out.

At this moment, Ye Chen seemed like a different person.

His strength at the peak of the Fourth Realm of Martial Arts completely erupted at this moment. In this narrow alley, his figure was like a ghost, and his long blade was like a dragon. Every swing took away several lives.

"Those who block me die!"

Ye Chen's long blade rolled, and the blade aura crisscrossed for three meters, cleaving seven or eight Royal Guards who were raising their shields to surround him into halves, along with their shields. He stepped with profound footwork, shuttling freely through the crowd. Those Eastern Depot guards and Royal Guard elites were actually as vulnerable as clay chickens and pottery dogs before him.

"This... what kind of blade technique is this?"

Cao Shaoqin's eyelids twitched as he watched. He was an expert in the Fifth Realm of Martial Arts, so his eyesight was naturally extraordinary. Ye Chen's blade technique was sweeping and expansive, yet it revealed an extremely tricky ruthlessness, faintly possessing the demeanor of a grandmaster. It was definitely not an ordinary martial arts style.

"Shaoqin, don't just stand there! Let's attack together!"

Cao Zhengchun shouted loudly, his true qi surging all over his body. The Heavenly Dipper Virgin Boy Art he had cultivated activated instantly, his palms striking toward Ye Chen's back with the momentum of overturning mountains and seas.

Cao Shaoqin also reacted, the longsword in his hand transforming into a sky full of sword rain, sealing off all of Ye Chen's retreat paths.

Two great experts of the Fifth Realm of Martial Arts joining forces to attack!

However, Ye Chen was not afraid in the slightest. He laughed loudly, and the long blade in his hand actually spun around to block in the nick of time.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two loud bangs rang out, and sparks flew in all directions.

Ye Chen merely took a step back to dissipate the force of the two men, and with a backhanded upward slash, he actually forced Cao Shaoqin to retreat wretchedly, cutting off half of his hair bun.

Ye Chen fought more bravely as the battle progressed. Bathed in blood, he was like a god of war. He charged left and right in the encirclement of thousands of people, and wherever he passed, severed limbs flew everywhere, forcefully carving out a bloody path.

That invincible and valiant posture was simply as if he were possessed by Zhao Zilong, who charged in and out of the enemy lines seven times at Changbanpo back in the day!

On the tower.

Wang Hao looked at the battle situation below, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably twitching crazily.

"Damn it, this actually works?"

He knew the Child of Destiny could fight, but he didn't expect him to be this capable. It hadn't even been a day, so how had this kid's strength skyrocketed like a rocket? Previously, during the assassination attempt in the bedchamber, he had to rely on a sneak attack. Now, he could actually face an army of thousands plus two Fifth Realm experts head-on?

"Is this the damn protagonist halo? Grinding monsters and leveling up without any cooldown?"

In the center of the battlefield, Hai Dafu finally couldn't hold back anymore.

This fat eunuch, who was usually eccentric and cynical, now wore a face full of solemnity. His figure flashed, turning into a gray shadow as he joined the fray. His Frost Palm was incredibly vicious, specifically targeting Ye Chen's lower body.

With the addition of Hai Dafu, an equally seasoned expert at the fifth tier of the Martial Dao, the battle finally managed to maintain a precarious balance.

Cao Shaoqin, Cao Zhengchun, and Hai Dafu, the three great experts, surrounded Ye Chen in a triangular formation, while countless cold arrows and spears waited on the periphery for a chance to strike.

But even so, Ye Chen was actually still able to hold his ground and even occasionally counterattack. Protected by the mysterious soft armor on his body, he remained standing tall despite suffering many superficial wounds.

Wang Hao watched this scene, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

He was entirely too familiar with this trope. Having read countless novels in his previous life, he knew that this kind of situation where they surrounded him without killing him, locked in an evenly matched struggle, was simply feeding experience points to the protagonist!

With every passing second, the protagonist's comprehension of the Martial Dao would deepen. If they continued fighting like this, Ye Chen might just achieve a breakthrough in the heat of battle, exploding with power and counter-killing them all!

"I can't play around anymore."

Wang Hao took a deep breath, a flash of absolute resolve passing through his eyes.

He had to break this endless loop of feeding experience.

Wang Hao slowly turned around, facing the impenetrable darkness in the shadows of the tower behind him, and said:

"I will have to trouble Companion Sun."