62: Chapter 62 Unexpected Visitor

No wonder there are still people in this era who dare to call the Chaos Great Emperor weak; they were curious at first—who could be so bold?

So it turns out to be a stupid bumpkin fresh out of the Primordial Era.

That makes sense; these Primeval Races are the most arrogant and conceited.

In the corner, Jiang Hao was still slowly savoring that adulterated enlightenment tea, not even lifting an eyelid.

He had seen plenty of such punks. In his youth, his talent was high, his cultivation was fast, and his background was weak, so he often attracted jealousy and had such fools provoke him.

He had suppressed them all into latrines.

So, he was used to scenes like this.

What he was thinking now was: "Great Strength Bull Demon Clan? Hmm... the meat must be firm and chewy. If roasted, the leg meat would be best, sprinkled with some Nine-Flavor Divine Flame Pepper powder I swiped from the Heavenly Realm—charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Stewing it would also be good; the brisket part has a mix of fat and lean. Add a few stalks of Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng and Lingzhi, simmer it over a low fire for three days and three nights, and it'll melt in your mouth—a great tonic for Qi and blood..."

Before attaining the Dao, Jiang Hao had fought all the way, killing countless enemies. He never had any psychological burden when dealing with those races that actively sought trouble and viewed the Human Race as food. He killed when he should kill, and ate... well, as long as they weren't humanoid.

He had eaten more than one type of bull race; he was very experienced.

Thus, besides the title of Myriad Laws Saint Monarch, he also had the title of the Great Devil King of Gourmet.

"But then again," Jiang Hao's Divine Thought swept over Niu Poshan's sturdy, muscular body.

"This little bull demon's courage is commendable, daring to spout nonsense without investigating the current state of the era..."

"According to the normal development of a plot, I should leak a sliver of Emperors Might right now to make him kneel and vomit blood on the spot, his Soul trembling, completing a wave of low-key posturing."

"But... that's too cliché. This Emperor is now a bystander watching the show. Personally stepping in to slap the face of such a minor character would be beneath me."

The Gray-clothed Daoist Child spoke with chilling Killing Intent, "Great Emperor! This scoundrel insulted you and deserves ten thousand deaths! Let me slay him!"

Jiang Hao could endure it, but he couldn't; he wouldn't allow anyone to insult Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao: "No rush. Someone will deal with a minor character like this."

The Human Race of today was no longer the bullied group from the Primordial Era.

Top-tier experts emerged one after another, and young Prodigies were as numerous as clouds. Their dignity and pride needed to be defended by themselves.

Jiang Hao was happy to see how the younger generation of the Human Race in this new era would respond to such a provocation from ancient times.

It would be too ridiculous if Jiang Hao had to take action against such a minor character.

Just as the atmosphere in the teahouse became eerie and Niu Poshan found himself in an awkward position, a cold voice came from the teahouse entrance:

"It's not a matter of whether you're right or wrong."

The voice wasn't loud, yet it fell clearly and powerfully into everyone's ears.

"It's a matter of you being stupid."

As the words fell, a figure stepped into the teahouse.

The newcomer was a youth in black who looked to be only in his early twenties. His face had the paleness of someone who hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and his features were sharp and cold, as if carved by a knife or axe.

Most striking were his eyes—pitch-black and deep, without any emotional fluctuation.

He carried a pitch-black spear on his back. Faint dark-red blood veins wound around the shaft, formed from the Killing Intent and resentment absorbed from countless powerful enemies he had slain, faintly emitting a heart-palpitating Evil Qi.

His steps weren't fast, but each one landed precisely on the most stable spatial nodes. His figure appeared slightly blurred, as if he could merge into the shadows of the Void Realm at any moment.

His aura was clearly at the Saint King Realm Nine Heavens Peak, but the Killing Intent around him was condensed to the extreme.

Instead of leaking out, this Killing Intent formed a sense of restrained silence, like the oppressive stillness before a storm.

As he walked in, the temperature in the teahouse seemed to drop several degrees, causing many Cultivators with lower cultivation to shudder.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted, revealing the newcomer's identity.

"Little Heavenly Killing Star! It's that successor of the Dao of Slaughter from the Ancient Clan on the Xing Yun Ancient Star!"

"Heavens, he's actually at the thirtieth pass? Didn't he go to the later passes?"

"This is a true Prodigy. His record on the Ancient Path is excellent: ninety-seven battles, ninety-six wins, and one loss. His only defeat was to Little Chaos Chu Changge!"

"I heard that after his defeat, he went into seclusion for decades. Since emerging, he's become even more terrifying, slaying twelve Saint Kings of the same level in a row. His Killing Intent is as solid as substance!"

Only then did Jiang Hao lift his eyes. His gaze fell upon the youth in black, and he nodded imperceptibly.

"His Killing Intent is condensed and not dissipated, and his Dao foundation is solid. After losing to little Changge, he didn't lose heart but instead turned his defeat into a whetstone, making his Killing Intent purer and his Dao Heart more stable... This lad is not bad, though it's a pity his Dao has slightly strayed."

"But it's not a big problem. I'll give this little fellow some Opportunity later."

The Xing Yun Ancient Star was a place with an ancient Legacy that sought to attain the Dao through slaughter.

Jiang Hao naturally knew that in his generation, there was a fellow named Tian Shazi who also came from there and had challenged him.

Unfortunately, he was sent flying by a single move from Jiang Hao, and his Dao Heart nearly collapsed. I wonder how he's doing now and if he has stood back up...

Niu Poshan was in a fit of rage. Being called stupid in public by a seemingly frail youth made him explode with fury, his bull eyes bulging.

"Are you that Ancient Clan traitor who lost to a Human Race piece of trash?"

He sized up the youth in black. Sensing the other's aura was also at the Saint King Nine Heavens, he sneered, his sense of superiority swelling once again.

"An Ancient Clan member, instead of thinking about returning to the glory of your ancestors, you go and lick the soles of the Human Race's feet. You've lost all face for our myriad Primeval Races!"

He clenched his massive fists, his knuckles popping like firecrackers, as he grinned savagely.

"Today, this Prodigy will let a root-forgetting waste like you know what a true Ancient Clan Prodigy is and what the difference in Bloodline really means!"

Little Heavenly Killing Star—Xing Yun, faced with Niu Poshan's insults and provocations, didn't even twitch an eyelid. He only cast a glance with those icy eyes and spat out five words:

"Trash talks too much."

"Roar!" Hearing this, Niu Poshan was completely enraged, two streams of hot white steam snorting from his nostrils.

"You're looking for death! The Starry Sky Arena—do you dare to fight?"

Xing Yun didn't speak. He simply turned around and walked straight toward the Starry Sky Arena outside the teahouse, which was established specifically for Cultivators to resolve disputes.

His movements were crisp and neat, showing everything through his actions.

"They're going to fight! They're going to fight!"

"Hurry and watch! The Little Heavenly Killing Star versus the Primeval Bull Demon Prodigy!"

More than ninety percent of the people in the teahouse swarmed out instantly, fearing they would miss the show.

Jiang Hao also stood up slowly, brushing off non-existent dust from his gray robe.

"Little Gray, let's go. We'll go take a look too."

The Gray-clothed Daoist Child's lips twitched slightly as he sent a Divine Thought transmission: "Great Emperor, you still like watching children fight?"

Jiang Hao replied solemnly:

"This isn't called watching a fight. This is called... going deep into the grassroots to investigate the combat level and development potential of the new generation of Cultivators, and to evaluate the actual results after I reorganized the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth."

In truth, he was thinking: "I haven't joined in the fun for over seven thousand years. My heart is itching; I have to see this."

The Starry Sky Arena, located at the edge of Starry Pass, was an independent space extended and solidified by the ancient city's Formation.

Covering an area of a hundred miles, the ground was inscribed with reinforcement and protection runes. It was surrounded by a light curtain, sufficient to withstand the aftershocks of a Great Saint-Grade battle.

Niu Poshan and Xing Yun stood a hundred zhang apart.