Full Throttle

Chen Ping opened his mouth, wanting to say something more. He truly had not witnessed Qin Hao's full strength. Since their first meeting, the number of times Qin Hao had taken action could be counted on one hand, and every time he did, it was basically an instant kill against his opponent.

Qin Hao felt like a bottomless ancient well to him. Just when you thought you had seen the bottom, looking further down revealed yet another, deeper layer.

But this time was different. He believed Qin Hao might possess power on par with an immortal, but the Undead God King's trial would absolutely not just send a single immortal-level undead to fight.

For a Mahayana realm cultivator to defeat an immortal was already a fantasy. Defeating a group of immortals—has anyone throughout history ever accomplished such a feat?

Chen Ping wanted to persuade Qin Hao, but when he saw Qin Hao's eyes, calm as still water, he forcefully swallowed all his words back down.

"Good!" The voice of the Undead God King echoed from the void. His voice no longer carried its previous coldness and disdain, replaced by an almost solemn tone laced with a hint of anticipation:

"Since you actively request it, I shall grant your wish!"

The entire space instantly fell silent, a silence so profound it was somewhat unnerving.

"All of you, step back. The upcoming trial is not something you can withstand," the Undead God King spoke up to warn Luo Qingxue and the others behind Qin Hao.

As Luo Qingxue and the rest retreated, a rift appeared in front of Qin Hao. From within the rift surged a pure, condensed aura of death that made one's very soul tremble.

The first immortal realm undead walked out of the rift. Its body was much smaller than the previous undead, only the size of a normal human. There were no flames or bloodlight in its eye sockets, only two clusters of pure darkness.

That darkness was not hollow, but a nothingness that devoured everything. Luo Qingxue and the others merely glanced at it and immediately felt their souls being pulled by something.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth... In the end, a full thirty immortal realm undead walked out of the rift, neatly lined up in front of Qin Hao.

The gravity on Luo Qingxue's face completely froze at this moment. She possessed the Primordial Dao Body, and her life level was far higher than cultivators of the same tier. Yet, facing these immortal realm undead, her body still trembled uncontrollably.

It was not out of fear, but because every cell, every bone, and every wisp of her divine soul was telling her—these were not existences she could face. Stay away from them, the further the better.

Qin Hao stood in place, his clothes fluttering in the airflow surging from the rift. His hands were still tucked into his sleeves, his posture completely unchanged. He raised his head and looked at the thirty immortal realm undead. His eyes beneath the fanged mask remained as calm as water, devoid of fear, tension, or any emotional fluctuation.

Crack, crack, crack.

Qin Hao cracked his neck, his bones colliding with a crisp sound: "Only thirty? Where are the rest? Bring them all out at once and save me the trouble."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned, and even the Undead God King's face showed an expression of astonishment.

He stared blankly at Qin Hao, unsure if Qin Hao was just boundlessly arrogant or if he truly believed from the bottom of his heart that he could do it.

After a moment of silence, the Undead God King decided to leave it at that and not increase the difficulty any further.

"Just these. This is the final stage. If you can withstand their attacks, then you have passed the trial."

At the command of the Undead God King, the thirty immortal realm undead moved simultaneously. Their speed was unbelievably fast, their silver-white skeletons dragging streaks of afterimages through the air, and the darkness in their eye sockets seemed to come alive at this moment.

Behind Qin Hao, the faces of Luo Qingxue and the others had turned deathly pale. Even from such a distance, they could still feel the terror of those immortal realm undead.

They stared fixedly at Qin Hao's back, a question uniformly surfacing in their minds—could he really pass this test?

Qin Hao watched the overwhelming black threads surging toward him, watched the thirty immortal realm undead rushing from all directions, and he finally deigned to pull his hands out of his sleeves.

"Double Pupils, open!"

As the Double Pupils opened, a beam of golden light shot out. Under the illumination of the golden light, those black lines of sight were like ice and snow meeting fire, rapidly melting, evaporating, and dissipating.

"Primordial Dao Body, open!"

Primordial Qi surged from every pore of Qin Hao's body. Purple gas swirled around him, presenting a profound state somewhere between illusion and reality.

Under the suppression of the Primordial Qi, the movements of those immortal realm undead experienced a momentary sluggishness.

Seizing this instant of delay, Qin Hao dodged the attacks of these undead with a flash.

Bang!

The place where Qin Hao had previously stood was blasted into a giant crater. Looking at this crater, Qin Hao's heart pounded wildly. Thank goodness he dodged fast; if he had tanked that strike, suffering broken bones and torn muscles would have been the least of it.

Not daring to delay for even a moment, Qin Hao pushed all of his physiques to the limit at once.

"Innate Dao Body, open!"

"Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, open!"

"Nine-Revolutions Samsara Supreme Body, open!"

"Heavenly Phoenix Divine Body, open!"

"Primordial Dragon Emperor Bloodline, open!"

...

When activating the other physiques, only the aura around Qin Hao changed. However, when he catalyzed the Primordial Dragon Emperor Bloodline, his very appearance transformed.

An aura from the ancient, primordial era surged from his body. A wild, tyrannical dragon might that stood above all creation permeated the air.

Qin Hao's hands also changed; his slender fingers turned into dragon claws covered in golden scales, and his body was clad in a thin layer of dragon scales.

After transforming into a dragon-man state, Qin Hao's aura elevated to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm. This was a secret technique of the Northern Wasteland clan, allowing one to boost their cultivation base upon transformation.

"What!!! This pressure!!! How is this possible!!" Luo Qingxue and the others stood in the distance, only feeling a powerful pressure, sensing that Qin Hao's life force was on a completely different dimension from theirs.

But the Undead God King was different. He intimately felt that this was the bloodline power of the Primordial Dragon Emperor, and unconcealable horror appeared in his eyes.

"Primordial Dragon Emperor, this is the pressure of the Primordial Dragon Emperor! Just what is this kid's background?"

Furthermore, why did he possess so many physiques?

Double Pupils, Primordial Dao Body, Innate Dao Body, Heavenly Phoenix Divine Body, Nine-Revolutions Samsara Supreme Body...

If anyone else casually obtained just one of these physiques, it would be enough to forge a peerless genius invincible in the world. Yet this guy actually possessed so many top-tier physiques all by himself.

The Undead God King suddenly recalled the words Qin Hao had said to Chen Ping earlier—Have you ever witnessed my full strength?

With this kind of strength, let alone witnessing it, others would find it hard to even hear of such a thing.