God Emperor

Wu Hao’s eyes were gleaming, gazing at Zhang Ruochen, who was standing across from him.

Zhang Ruochen had no intention of fighting him at all. He’d been low-key ever since he came back from the Merits Battlefield, as he didn’t want conflicts like this.

He wasn’t born and raised in Guanghan Field, so the more glorious he was, the less useful the monks from Guanghan Field would look.

Su Qingling didn’t know why Wu Hao wanted to challenge Zhang Ruochen. She naively believed that it was just a game between two friends. She was suddenly hyped and said, “Fantastic! Both the heir and the priest are top-tier talents. A fight between you two is going to be spectacular.”

Wu Hao stood up, spread his arms, and made a thunder-like sound. He laughed, “Please don’t overthink it, priest. We’re just playing around, and no matter who wins, our friendship is the most important.”

Mu Lingxi saw through Wu Hao, who actually wanted to challenge Zhang Ruochen.

No matter who won, it would end badly for Zhang Ruochen.

If Zhang Ruochen was defeated by Wu Hao, everyone would say Zhang Ruochen was so mighty because he’d used other powers, and his strength wasn’t at a top-tier level yet.

If Zhang Ruochen defeated Wu Hao, which meant an outsider defeated the greatest saint in Guanghan Field… What would the monks from Guanghan Field think about that? Zhang Ruochen would be elbowed out at least to some extent in Guanghan Field.

Mu Lingxi wanted to see neither of the cases.

Mu Lingxi said, “If the heir just wants you to practice rules of truth, how about having a fight against me?”

“Fairy Lingxi, your cultivation indeed surged after being taught by Moon Goddess, but I’m worried that you can’t handle the power of rules of truth. If I harm you, then I’ll offend the priest.” Wu Hao smiled.

After getting the inheritance of the Ice and Fire Phoenix, Mu Lingxi obtained Sub-Complete Body Constitution, which was only slighty weaker than Wu Hao’s Complete Body Constitution. And besides, she had the power of Pluto Ice and the Moon Goddess as her teacher. Chances are, she was Wu Hao’s rival.

However, Wu Hao still thought of her being way weaker than him.

Just before Mu Lingxi wanted to say something, Zhang Ruochen stopped him. “If you really want to practice rules of truth, then I’ll happily exchange moves.”

“Okay then. I’ll wait for you outside.”

Wu Hao guffawed and walked out of the palace.

Wen Shusheng and Ling Mi exchanged eye contact and shook their heads, as they knew that their friendship would break down if they fought.

Mu Lingxi grabbed Zhang Ruochen’s wrist and said, “Let me fight him for you!”

“No need. I can’t avoid this fight. Just go ask the half saints from Sacred Central Empire to leave first.”

Zhang Ruochen looked calm and walked out of the palace.

Both Zhang Ruochen and Wu Hao were standing under the statue of Supreme Saint Manjian. They were three hundred feet away from each other, and power saint might gushed out of their bodies, making cracking sounds.

“Aren’t you going to use your sword, priest?” Wu Hao shouted.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, “I’m just as good at palm way as at sword way.”

“Really? I’m also very proficient in palm way.”

Wu Hao was wearing a pair of battle boots. After taking a step, a fiery cloud emerged under his feet. At the next moment, his body dimmed and showed up right in front of Zhang Ruochen.

He was faster than some of the first-step saint kings.

Wu Hao opened his hand, and a large handprint was formed where six fiery snakes flowed around with sparks.

“What a Flame Jing Palm… The heir might’ve refined palm techniques to perfection.”

Su Qingling’s eyes popped.

As for Mu Lingxi, she frowned, as she was worried about Zhang Ruochen.

She wasn’t worried that Zhang Ruochen would be defeated, and she was sure that Zhang Ruochen wouldn’t use all his power. Even if he was going to defeat Wu Hao, he wouldn’t crush him completely.

However, would Zhang Ruochen get injured by Wu Hao if he didn’t spare any effort?

Flame Jing Palm was one of the top-tier low-level saint spells.

Flame Jing Palm in its prime could rival half the power of a mid-level saint spell.

Mid-level saint spells were way stronger than low-level saint spells. The gap between them was like that between ten-thousand-patterns saint weapons and thousand-patterns saint weapons.

It was difficult to both practice mid-level saint spells and perform mid-level saint spells. It would usually take a first-step saint king decades to finish refining a mid-level saint spell.

Mid-level saint spells not only required the saint power from saint kings, but also saintly way rules that were successfully integrated with the spells themselves. The more saintly way rules there were in a mid-level saint spell, the stronger it would be.

Even the weakest mid-level saint spells required ten saintly way rules.

There were only two sword way rules in Zhang Ruochen’s body, so he wasn’t able to perform any mid-level saint spell.

For example, the eleventh palm of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm was a mid-level saint spell. Zhang Ruochen wouldn’t be able to practice it until he became a half-step, or even a first-step saint king.

Flame Jing Palm that Wu Hao performed could rival half the power of a mid-level saint spell.

If it was just a friendly exchange of techniques between friends, why would he use such a forceful technique in the first strike?

Zhang Ruochen remained calm. He pinched a palm print, and then, a flexuous river showed up.

The river flowed forward as Zhang Ruochen wielded his fist.

Boom!

Wu Hao’s palm and Zhang Ruochen’s fist clashed with each other.

The six fiery dragons turned into six powerful fiery forces, hitting the river, disintegrating it.

The tumbling force hit Zhang Ruochen’s fist, knocking him ten steps back.

“What happened, priest? Didn’t you use all your strength? I haven’t performed rules of truth yet.”

Wu Hao laughed, spread his arms and flew toward Zhang Ruochen.

The six fiery snakes showed up again, and they were a hundred times thicker than before, as if they were six fiery dragons flying around Wu Hao.

Meanwhile, Wu Hao’s saint armor gleamed, and some beast inscriptions emerged on it, strengthening his power.

Obviously, the saint armor Wu Hao was wearing was extraordinary, and could rival Hundred Saints Blood Armor.

Zhang Ruochen didn’t want trouble, but he wasn’t scared of trouble either.

He wouldn’t lose to Wu Hao on purpose just to reconcile.

Howl!

A deafening dragon sound came out of Zhang Ruochen’s body, and masculine Qi ten thousand times stronger than ordinary people gushed out of all of his one hundred and forty-four apertures.

“Dragon and Elephant Divine Furnace.”

Zhang Ruochen looked ferocious. His long hair waved in the air while his body became like a bronze furnace covered with blue flames. He concentrated his strength on one spot and wielded it.

Boom!

All the six fiery snakes on Wu Hao’s body were crushed, and he bounced away, falling on the ground.

Although Zhang Ruochen failed to refine the eleventh palm of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm, his attainment in palm techniques provided him with many moves that were stronger than Wu Hao’s Flame Jing Palm.

If Zhang Ruochen actually managed to refine the eleventh palm of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm, it would definitely be one of the top-tier mid-level saint spells.

“Great. You’re finally serious. You were letting me down.”

Wu Hao looked kind of cold, yet he still tried to put a fake smile on his face. He mobilized his saint Qi, and godly prints emerged.

Those godly prints were everywhere on his body: his arms, legs, eyes, and ears. Some of the godly prints even flew out, floating around him like light spots.

Each light spot was the reflection of a God.

Wu Hao had reached Peak Realm in martial way, which meant he echoed with Gods four times. The shadows of the Gods formed godly prints in his body.

And now, all those godly prints flew out.

His palm had the most godly prints.

And after he waved his hand, countless godly prints flew out.

Zhang Ruochen started to get serious. A great many godly prints flew out of his body as well. He raised his arms and formed an elephant phantom and a dragon phantom.

Wu Hao mobilized rules of truth after seeing that, merging it with his palm.

Suddenly, the power in his palm was strengthened several times.

“He indeed mobilized the rules of truth.”

Zhang Ruochen had been cautious about it. Just as Wu Hao performed rules of truth, he activated Hundred Saints Blood Armor, which covered his body.

Meanwhile, the power of a hundred saints enveloped Zhang Ruochen.

Boom!

Zhang Ruochen bounced away and almost fell off Mount Yuanxu.

The Way of Truth was an ancient way, and after it merged with a saint spell, it could amplify its power.

At the same level, only those who also mastered rules of truth could rival that.

Because of that, the quota of Truth Godly Palace admission was very small. Many monks tried everything just to get in there to refine for a while.

“Priest, this is the Way of Truth!”

Wu Hao smiled smugly.