Chapter 156 - 120: What Are You Afraid Of?

Chapter 156: Chapter 120: What Are You Afraid Of?

The siblings’ hearts churned with turbulent waves. That was the Vice Outer Sect Leader of the Celestial Sword Sect! How could Brother Jiang clash with him head-on like that? His words just now clearly established an irreconcilable enmity with the sect.

Jiang Hao tightly gripped the jade pendant in his hand. He wasn’t stupid. He had slaughtered their Seven Great Sequence freaks. Would the Celestial Sword Sect be so magnanimous as to wipe the slate clean? They merely wanted to use news of his father to deceive him.

"To resort to such low-level tactics... It seems the Celestial Sword Sect is truly out of options for the time being," he mused. The restrictions the Nanling Realm placed on them were far more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Father." Feeling the coldness emanating from the jade pendant, Jiang Hao’s calm heart couldn’t help but tremble. His previous words had been no joke. One day, he would truly visit the Celestial Sword Sect in person. He needed to know his father’s final whereabouts. He needed to know the real reason why the Celestial Sword Sect had hunted down his father and himself.

"Celestial Sword Sect, just wait. One day, we will meet again." Leaving behind these soft words, Jiang Hao turned around and walked into his thatched hut.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, news about the Ghost-faced Asura, Jiang Hao, spread like wildfire, sweeping across the entire Eastern Domain like a hurricane. The Holy City, in particular, completely exploded into a frenzy.

"The Ghost-faced Asura, Jiang Hao, is tied for first place with the Five Sons," someone remarked.

"It seems a battle for the Golden Scale Dao is inevitable," another added.

"I originally thought there wouldn’t be any more changes in this generation’s battle of geniuses. I never expected Jiang Hao to suddenly appear out of nowhere."

"I heard the Five Sons of Nanling are already looking into this guy’s past. There will undoubtedly be a battle between them."

"Competing for a spot on the Golden Scale Dao isn’t like the Dragon Transformation Pool, where you merely need to ascend the Celestial List. It requires an actual showdown."

"Does that mean out of the six of them, one will be eliminated and lose all chance at the Golden Scale Dao?"

"I just don’t know how strong this Jiang Hao is and whether he’s qualified to fight the Five Sons of Nanling."

"Talent and potential only determine rankings. Whether he has the qualifications will depend on their performance in the Dragon Transformation Pool."

"Exactly. The Dragon Transformation Pool is where one truly transforms into a dragon. The true difficulty in One Vein Many Transformations—as hard as ascending to the heavens—is reaching the Nine Transformations of One Vein. As far as I know, it’s practically a certainty that the Five Sons of Nanling will step into the Five Veins Ninth Transformation."

"This Jiang Hao should have also reached the eighth transformation of his eight veins and spine, right? I just wonder how many veins he can push to the ninth transformation."

"Hmph. At the end of the day, he’s just a peerless freak who fought his way up from a barren land. His foundation can’t compare to the Five Sons of Nanling. In my opinion, it would already be heaven-defying if he manages to push one or two veins to the ninth transformation."

"Right, I heard the Saint Son of the Ice Race, Leng Tianyu, once had a brief encounter with this person in some ancient ruin. I wonder who is stronger between him and the Ice Race’s Saint Son?"

"Heh, how hilarious. Him? He deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as our race’s Saint Son?" an Ice Race member sneered. "Our Saint Son already possesses the aptitude to push for the Seven Veins Ninth Transformation. What does this Jiang Hao amount to? He dares to compare himself to the Saint Son?"

"He only barely reached the top of the Celestial List. If you ask me, this is already his limit. True talent and potential can only be revealed in the Dragon Transformation Pool. What confidence does he have to face our race’s Saint Son directly?"

Early one morning, inside a teahouse in the Holy City.

Gu Qingyan and her companions, who had kept a low profile all along, listened to the discussions in the teahouse, countless ripples stirring in their eyes.