I'm Afraid You Can't Hold On

While everyone was still in shock, Qin Hao made his move. His figure left a golden afterimage in the air as he thrust his dragon claw forward, directly grabbing the face of the nearest undead.

Tightening his five fingers, the golden scales on his dragon claw grated against the undead's silver-white skull, producing an ear-piercing screech. The darkness within the undead's eye sockets violently churned, and the laws of death transformed into black threads that frantically coiled around Qin Hao's arm, attempting to erode his flesh.

However, with a flash of golden light across the surface of his dragon scales, those black threads instantly disintegrated and vanished, as if they had touched some inviolable domain.

Crack.

Bolstered by Qin Hao's multiple constitutions, the dragon claw covered in Nirvana Holy Fire effortlessly crushed the skull. Silver-white bone fragments splattered from between his fingers.

Qin Hao did not pause. His figure wove through the horde of undead at a speed so fast that not even an afterimage remained. The Immemorial Dragon Emperor Bloodline bestowed upon him not just power, but a physical reaction speed far surpassing that of cultivators at the same realm.

An undead lunged from behind, its bone claws stabbing straight for Qin Hao's back. Without even turning his head, the phantom of a dragon tail swept out from behind him, viciously sending the undead flying.

Two more undead launched a pincer attack from the left and right simultaneously. Black threads wove into a massive net that blotted out the sky, descending to envelop Qin Hao.

Qin Hao glanced up, golden light erupting from his dual pupils. Under the illumination of the golden light, that net of death was torn open like paper, leaving a massive gap. Qin Hao shot through the opening, striking out with dragon claws on both hands to simultaneously crush the skulls of the two undead.

Behind Qin Hao, Luo Qingxue was completely dumbfounded. She stood in the distance, her Xueji Sword having unknowingly dropped to her side. The tip of the sword rested against the ground, yet she remained completely oblivious.

Her lips were slightly parted, and her unblinking eyes were fixed on that golden figure rampaging through the horde of undead. Her breathing almost came to a halt.

Too strong. Luo Qingxue believed she had seen countless geniuses. As one of the Ten Great Sacred Grounds, Yaochi did not lack geniuses, and she herself was a peerless prodigy, one in ten thousand. Yet, compared to the man before her, those other so-called geniuses were simply too weak.

Compared to him, anyone else would likely pale in comparison.

S-so strong! How could there be someone this powerful?

It wasn't just Luo Qingxue; Chen Ping and the others were equally terrified by the horrific combat prowess Qin Hao displayed. It was too absurd, simply too absurd.

He was facing Immortal-level experts! And more than just one. Yet now, it vaguely seemed as though these thirty Immortal realm undead were being surrounded by Qin Hao alone. Absurd. They had seen heaven-defying individuals, but they had never seen someone this heaven-defying.

Qin Hao's figure wove through the undead horde. Every swipe of his dragon claws shattered the body of an Immortal realm undead. Silver-white bones scattered and splashed in all directions, laying a thick layer across the ground.

He finished off the final undead and dropped back to the ground. At this moment, the golden light of the dragon scales on Qin Hao's body had dimmed slightly, and a trace of exhaustion revealed itself in his dual pupils.

Thirty Immortal realm undead, all shattered.

Qin Hao turned around, looking in the direction of the Undead God King, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

How about it? Did I pass?

The Undead God King did not speak. It hovered in the air, staring at Qin Hao, the eerie green flames in its eye sockets flickering incessantly.

Clack, clack, clack.

Suddenly, Qin Hao heard a series of sounds coming from behind him, echoing from all directions simultaneously. His body jolted, and he quickly turned around. The scene that followed made him furrow his brows tightly.

The undead he had just shattered, those silver-white fragmented bones scattered all over the ground, were frantically reassembling. The bones bounced up from the floor, spun in the air, and then accurately pieced themselves back together.

In less than three breaths, all thirty Immortal realm undead were resurrected, perfectly intact, as if they had never been destroyed by Qin Hao in the first place.

Do you know what it means to be of the Undead Race? The undead cannot be killed. Without specialized laws to suppress the undead, even if you shatter them a thousand times, ten thousand times, they will still resurrect.

These undead were all personally converted and nurtured by me. As long as I do not die, they will never truly die. If you wish to pass this stage, it is not about defeating them, but about surviving their tempestuous attacks for three days. Because they are unbeatable.

After three days, the trial will naturally end.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire crowd was in an uproar. Luo Qingxue couldn't help but step forward to speak up for Qin Hao.

Senior, aren't your demands a bit too harsh? Ye Hao has already defeated all of these undead; by all rights, he should be considered to have passed the assessment. To make him continue surviving under the hands of these undead for three days is simply too difficult a demand.

Luo Qingxue noticed that the dragon scales on Qin Hao's body had dimmed, and there was deep exhaustion in his eyes. It was clear that facing these thirty undead took a considerable toll, even for a monstrous genius like him.

Chen Ping also stepped forward to speak for Qin Hao. Senior, he is, after all, only a Mahayana realm cultivator! To defeat thirty Immortal realm undead is already an unprecedented feat that will likely never be matched. No matter how high your requirements are, I believe Brother Ye Hao has already proven that he possesses the necessary talent!

The Undead God King looked at Qin Hao with great interest and spoke, Your friends seem to think you can't handle it. What about you? I admit, your talent has already met my requirements. Do you wish to continue?

Qin Hao glanced at the Undead God King, having already made up his mind. Since he couldn't kill these undead on a physical level, he would simply change his approach and give this Undead God King a little shock with a supreme Dao artifact.

Thinking of this, Qin Hao smiled and said, I can continue, but I'm afraid you won't last three days.

The Undead God King froze. Those eerie green flaming eyes stared fixedly at Qin Hao, the flames dancing faster and faster, so fast it seemed as though it was burning its own soul.

Afraid I won't last? Human boy, do you have any idea what you are saying?

The Undead God King fell silent for a moment, and then it laughed. It wasn't a cold sneer or a mocking scoff, but genuine, amused laughter.

Its skeletal skull tilted back, its jawbone opening to the maximum, letting out a series of Hahaha sounds. Coming from a skeleton, the voice was bizarre and absurd, yet it also carried an indescribable heartiness.

Hahahahahaha— The Undead God King's laughter echoed above the plaza, shaking the surrounding abyss until it trembled.

Human boy, in all the countless tens of thousands of years I have lived, you are the most arrogant person I have ever met. No, not just arrogant, you are arrogant beyond all bounds.

The Undead God King lowered its head and looked at Qin Hao again. The flames in its eye sockets receded slightly, losing their scrutinizing indifference. In their place was a look unique to an elder gazing at a junior—a look carrying a hint of helplessness and a touch of admiration:

"Do you know what this place is? This is my secret realm, my world, an independent space of my own creation. Here, I am the rules, I am the absolute law. And you say you're afraid I won't last three days?"