169: Chapter 169 Battle Against Li Cangqiong

"Young Friend Han Chunming, my apologies. Our Gu Family has no intention of making an enemy of you."

Gu Linyuan did not know what Li Cangqiong was thinking, and he was also startled by Han Chunming's strength.

He hurriedly flashed over to catch the recoiling Gu Qingcheng, then looked at Han Ming with an apologetic smile.

Among the five great Families, their Gu Family was considered the weakest; otherwise, they would not have thought about marrying into other noble families.

"Take her and get lost. If there is a next time—die!"

Han Ming coldly glanced at the pale-faced Gu Qingcheng in his arms.

Gu Linyuan had not expected Han Chunming to show him so little Face, and his complexion turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

A flash of killing intent crossed his eyes. After all, he was the dignified Patriarch of the Gu Family, a six-star Martial Saint powerhouse.

To be berated by a Martial Venerable junior?

But he glanced at Han Tianlin, who was not far from Han Chunming, and without saying another word, he took Gu Qingcheng and retreated.

"You are courting death..."

Li Beixiong shouted loudly. His Perfection-level Sun God Fist, carrying thirty percent of the Law of Fire, was like a burning sun as it smashed toward Han Ming.

Gu Qingcheng was his wife in name, after all. Now that she had been severely injured and humiliated by Han Ming, how could he not be angry?

"Third Brother, stop!"

Li Cangqiong immediately spoke to stop him, but it was already too late.

The sun resembled a meteor, carrying an Aura capable of burning the sky and boiling the seas, as it smashed toward Han Ming.

"Hmph, a mayfly trying to shake a tree!"

Han Ming let out a disdainful cold snort. A golden longsword instantly tore through the Void Realm and met it head-on.

With a loud "Boom," the sun instantly shattered into pieces, turning into specks of starlight and vanishing.

The golden sword shadow did not lose any of its momentum and continued to strike toward Li Beixiong.

Li Beixiong's expression changed drastically. With a wave of his hand, several barriers condensed from the Law of Fire instantly appeared before him.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The golden sword shadow was unstoppable, instantly reaching Li Beixiong.

"No—"

Li Beixiong looked at the approaching sword shadow, a flash of despair appearing in his eyes.

As a dignified three-star Martial Saint, he couldn't even withstand one move from Han Chunming?

"How, how is this possible? It's actually eighty percent of the Metal Rule again?"

The onlookers around them all revealed expressions of shock.

Han Chunming had just displayed sixty percent of the War Rule, and now it was eighty percent of the Metal Rule. Furthermore, how could he fully unleash it with the strength of a Peak Martial Venerable?

Han Chunming's true combat power was already comparable to an eight-star Martial Saint.

Apart from the Peak Martial Saint powerhouses of the various great Families, who could be his opponent?

Everyone looked at Han Chunming with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

Not far away, the pale-faced Gu Qingcheng felt a lingering fear in her eyes.

And Gu Linyuan beside her, thinking about how he had just shown killing intent toward Han Chunming, was also filled with lingering fear.

Fortunately, he had held back; otherwise, he would not have had the confidence to block this sword strike.

Just at this moment, Li Cangqiong flashed and appeared before Li Beixiong. He pointed a finger, and the golden sword shadow instantly dissipated.

He looked coldly at Han Chunming. "Hmph, Martial God Han Qingcang, playing the pig to eat the tiger, is it fun to bully a junior? If you have the ability, let's have a fight."

"What? Martial God Han Qingcang?"

"Han Chunming is Martial God Han Qingcang? How is that possible?"

"That's right, what Martial God Han Qingcang comprehended was the War Rule and the Metal Rule, which matches Han Chunming perfectly."

"No wonder Han Chunming is such a Prodigy; it turns out he was disguised by Martial God Han Qingcang."

As soon as Li Cangqiong said this, the scene erupted into an uproar.

"Patriarch, is what Li Cangqiong said true? Is Han Chunming the Old Patriarch?"

Even the Elders of the Han Family looked at Han Tianlin with confusion.

They had never known who Han Chunming was, and now that they saw him using the Old Patriarch's Rule power at the Peak Martial Venerable level, they couldn't help but be a bit suspicious.

"I don't know either!"

Han Tianlin gave a bitter smile; he didn't know how to explain it to them either.

If he didn't know that Han Chunming was Han Ming, he would have been suspicious too.

Whose Peak Martial Venerable could comprehend the Rule?

And the Rule was exactly the same as what his father had comprehended. Even if he told everyone now that Han Chunming was not his father in disguise, he doubted anyone would believe him.

What shocked him even more was that Han Ming's combat power was already above his own?

It was simply unimaginable that this was still a young man under twenty years old.

"Oh? Did you know long ago that he was Martial God Han Qingcang?"

High in the sky, Wei Changan looked at Vice Principal Ouyang Hai beside him and then smiled faintly: "No, if it were Martial God Han Qingcang, you wouldn't call him a little guy; you should call him an old guy. So, who exactly is he?"

He was even more curious about Han Chunming now.

A Peak Martial Venerable who had actually comprehended two types of Rule power, and neither was low level, with combat power comparable to an eight-star Martial Saint.

"Can't say, can't say. You will know in the future."

Vice Principal Ouyang Hai shook his head and smiled faintly.

In reality, his heart was already churning with great waves.

He had naturally discovered long ago that Han Chunming was Han Ming from their Modu Martial Arts University.

A Peak Martial Venerable under twenty years old who had also comprehended Rule power; what kind of Prodigy was this?

This was simply unprecedented; the word Genius was no longer enough to describe him.

He even suspected that Han Ming was the Reincarnation of some powerful expert.

"Fine then! Being all mysterious."

Seeing that he didn't want to say, Wei Changan stopped pressing him and refocused his attention on the field.

"Fight then, do you think I'm afraid of you? Today, I'll test the mettle of you old thing."

After Han Ming finished speaking, he soared into the sky and flew into the higher Void Realm.

He had been looking for a Peak Martial Saint powerhouse to test his current strength, and Li Cangqiong was just right.

Li Cangqiong let out a cold snort and followed closely behind.

The two figures confronted each other in the Void Realm, and the terrifying Aura caused the clouds within a radius of hundreds of miles to be scattered, revealing the azure sky.

The combat fluctuations at the Peak Martial Saint level were too great. If they fought on the ground, the aftermath alone would be enough to level everything within hundreds of miles.

The group of powerhouses watching the excitement felt the terrifying Aura emanating from the two, their expressions grave, and they scattered, not daring to get too close.

Although Han Chunming was only a Peak Martial Venerable, combined with the Perfection-level Thunder Rule and sixty percent of the War Rule, his Aura was not the least bit weaker compared to Li Cangqiong.

"Today, I want to see if your strength has improved after all these years."

Li Cangqiong let out a cold snort, and the Aura of a nine-star Peak Martial Saint erupted with a boom.

The Perfection-level Law of Fire condensed into a sea of fire around his body. Vague sounds of Dragon roars and tiger howls could be heard from within the sea of fire; these were the phenomena produced when the Rule power became extremely dense.

The sea of fire surged, and the entire Void Realm was scorched until it twisted and deformed. From afar, it looked like a scorching sun had fallen into the mortal world.

Li Cangqiong grasped with his five fingers in the air, and nine dark red Fire Dragons suddenly condensed within the sea of fire.

Each Fire Dragon contained the Perfection-level Law of Fire. The bodies of the Dragons were constructed from pure Rule fire, their scales clearly visible, and their vertical pupils burned with a fierce light that could incinerate everything.

The nine Dragons roared in unison, their voices shaking the surroundings, and even the mountains below trembled slightly from the sound waves.

"Nine Dragons Burning the Heavens."

Li Cangqiong shouted in a low voice, and the nine Fire Dragons pounced toward Han Ming simultaneously from nine directions, sealing off all paths of retreat.

Li Cangqiong used a killing move right from the start. The power of each Fire Dragon was comparable to a strike from a Peak Martial Saint, enough to completely wipe a medium-sized Base City off the map.

Han Ming remained calm and composed as he formed hand seals.

The Perfection-level Thunder Rule condensed into a sea of thunder above his head, and tens of thousands of lightning snakes poured down like a rainstorm.

Every bolt of lightning accurately struck a Fire Dragon. The lightning and flames collided violently in the Void Realm, erupting with blinding light.

The momentum of the Fire Dragons was blocked by the sea of thunder, but they did not dissipate. The two stalemated in mid-air, with the Void Realm being scorched into fine cracks and then shattered by the lightning.

"Can he withstand it?"

Han Tianlin felt the intense Rule collision in the center of the battlefield from afar, a flash of worry appearing in his eyes.

Only he knew that Han Chunming was not his father in disguise, but his grandnephew Han Ming.

Although he didn't know how he had comprehended the same Rule power as his father, he was only a Peak Martial Venerable; could he be a match for Li Cangqiong?

Others did not have so many thoughts as he did.

When Han Chunming used the Perfection-level Thunder Rule and the Myriad Thunder Summoning, everyone was even more convinced that he was Martial God Han Qingcang.

Because in Modu Base City, only Martial God Han Qingcang had comprehended the Perfection-level Thunder Rule.

"Is Han Chunming really Martial God Han Qingcang?"

On the outermost edge of the battlefield, Teacher Xue Muhan stood in the air, looking at Han Chunming, who was battling Li Cangqiong, and muttered to herself.

Previously, she had once thought that Han Ming was Han Chunming, but now she couldn't help but start to doubt.

Did Han Ming really have such strong power?

Saying that he was the Old Ancestor of the Han Family was actually more convincing.