Dad Calling Me Grandpa Won't Help Either

"Escape? Hahaha, there is no escape! Boy, I gave you a chance to live, but you didn't know what was good for you and insisted on making an enemy out of me. Since that's the case, don't blame me! Today, I will take the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, and I will definitely take the Dual Pupils!"

Gong Chen laughed uproariously. He didn't care what faction stood behind the boy. At worst, he would just kill Qin Hao and go into hiding. If he could obtain the Dual Pupils, he might even be able to prove his Dao and become a legendary Immortal King!

By then, with him possessing the Dual Pupils and his son bearing the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, what would the insignificant Great Cang Kingdom amount to? In the future, the father and son might even establish a Primordial Aristocratic Family!

Beside him, Gong Jun looked at Xia Lingxi with a burning gaze:

"Father, just kill Qin Hao, but spare Xia Lingxi's life. I courted her for so long, yet she fell for someone else after spending merely a month with Qin Hao. I want to torture her properly."

At these words, Xia Lingxi's face grew a few shades paler. Biting her red lips tightly, she glared at Gong Jun, her eyes brimming with disgust:

"Shameless! Your actions only prove that I was right. A person like you can't even compare to a single finger of Qin Hao's."

Faced with Xia Lingxi's reprimand, Gong Jun remained completely unbothered:

"So what? Whether you are willing or not, you will soon be mine. As for him, heh, a Dual Pupil bearer? A Dual Pupil bearer who hasn't fully matured is nothing more than this."

Qin Hao looked at the Gong father and son, who were lost in their own delusions, and twitched the corner of his mouth in speechlessness. He was just playing along to tease the silly little girl here, but how could these two actually believe it? Did they really think he couldn't call for backup?

His jade pendant was crafted by Qin Wuya, a supreme mighty figure at the Immortal Emperor level. Could a barrier set up by a mere Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator block the methods of an Immortal Emperor?

What on earth were these two so smug about?

Right as Qin Hao's thoughts were racing, Gong Chen seized the opportunity and launched a strike at him.

"Bang!"

Gong Chen struck Qin Hao's body with his palm, but a powerful force rebounded and sent him flying back.

"Blocked again! This black robe the kid is wearing is extraordinary!"

Gong Chen saw a flash of light ripple across the Void Emperor Robe on Qin Hao's body, easily blocking his full-power strike. This made him realize that the robe Qin Hao wore was absolutely no ordinary item.

A greedy thought spread through Gong Chen's mind:

"This brat really has a lot of treasures on him. However, they will all be mine very soon! Whether it's his Dual Pupils or his treasures, they will all belong to me!"

Just thinking about that scenario made Gong Chen unable to suppress his surging emotions. He laughed wildly:

"Boy, your only reliance is that robe you're wearing, right? Its defense is indeed not bad. But to activate such a powerful defensive artifact must consume a massive amount of spiritual energy. How long can you hold out?"

Qin Hao didn't speak. The Void Emperor Robe didn't require spiritual energy to activate as Gong Chen thought, but it did have its limits. It could only block ten attacks per day. After ten times, it would enter a recovery period, becoming an ordinary piece of clothing with no defensive capabilities.

Seeing Qin Hao stay silent, Gong Chen assumed he had hit the mark. He laughed:

"Looks like I was right. Boy, go to hell!"

With that said, Gong Chen launched a continuous barrage of attacks at Qin Hao, attempting to exhaust his spiritual energy through relentless strikes.

Seeing that the Void Emperor Robe's remaining defensive charges were running out, Qin Hao shouted at the sky:

"Dad——!"

This shout left all three people present completely dumbfounded.

Gong Jun was the first to react:

"Haha, Qin Hao, oh Qin Hao, are you grasping at straws in your desperation? Do you think that acknowledging my dad as your godfather now will make us let you go?"

Gong Chen scoffed even more disdainfully:

"This is a Dual Pupil bearer? A natural-born saint? Hahaha, to actually call me dad! Today, even if you call me grandpa, it won't save you!"

Xia Lingxi was terrified out of her wits:

"It's over, it's over, we're really doomed this time. Qin Hao is so scared he's calling the enemy 'dad.' It seems we are definitely going to die today. Sigh, he shouldn't have come to save me."

Qin Hao was also frozen in place. Wait, why was this different from what he expected? Wasn't it said that supreme mighty figures at the Immortal Emperor level were taboo existences? That their names could not be spoken aloud, silently chanted, or pried into, otherwise it would trigger boundless karma and one would be erased by the rules of the Great Dao?

Why didn't his cheap old man react at all?

While Qin Hao was distracted, Gong Chen struck again:

"Die!"

The Void Emperor Robe blocked the blow, exhausting its ten defensive charges. Seeing Gong Chen's next attack about to land, Qin Hao once again shouted at the sky:

"Qin—Wu—Ya!"

The moment his cheap old man's name was shouted, three ancient, vigorous golden characters, outlined directly by the Origin of the Great Dao, appeared out of thin air.

Each character contained unimaginable weight and coercion. As they appeared, the air across the entire Three Realms and Nine Heavens stagnated, and time seemed as if someone had pressed the pause button.

The power of the laws that constituted the Three Realms and Nine Heavens even let out a mournful wail, unable to withstand the sheer weight of these three words.

The Gong father and son, along with Xia Lingxi, widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the three golden characters. These were characters from the primordial era, so they did not recognize them. However, when these three words manifested, a terror akin to facing the end of the world surged from the very depths of their souls.

After Qin Hao called out Qin Wuya's name, his voice directly echoed throughout the entire Three Realms and Nine Heavens. Even the River of Time, spanning the past and the future, was no exception.

Of course, this was not Qin Hao's own ability, but rather the name itself, which had touched upon a supreme taboo.

Cultivators across the Ten Thousand Kingdoms of the Southern Region all witnessed the sky suddenly darkening. It wasn't that dark clouds were obscuring the sun; rather, all light, color, and even the very concept of existence were retreating on their own before the might of an Immortal Emperor.

Immediately after, a palm reached out.

The size of that palm was immeasurable, covering the entire sky. Its palm lines were like mountain ridges and deep ravines. Within the center of the palm, the sun and moon seemed to revolve, galaxies were born and destroyed, and the microcosm of the primordial universe appeared to float within it.

Gulp.

Witnessing such a shocking scene, the Gong father and son wet themselves on the spot. Slumped on the ground, their faces were filled with absolute horror and dread:

"Is... is this the commotion he caused? Just by calling out for his dad?"

Gong Jun's face was deathly pale, his gaze completely vacant.

He wanted to say that he had called out the name Qin Wuya, but he found that when he tried to utter those three words, his throat felt as if it were being choked, unable to produce a single sound.

In fact, just by thinking of that name in his mind, a terrifying pressure descended from the depths of his soul, instantly obliterating his divine soul.

"Good heavens! This is his father? Without even needing to descend in person, just calling out his true name possesses such terrifying might? Just what kind of existence is his father?"

Gong Chen's mouth hung wide open. He wanted to flee, but where could he possibly run to? That massive hand felt as if it had covered the entirety of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens!

Gong Chen could only watch helplessly as that giant hand descended, swatting him to death like a mere bug.