Supreme Emperor of Swords

He had never heard of this name before, so he did not know what it was.

However, since they dared to claim themselves second only to the Super Heaven Pavilion, this human sect of the Divine Central Continent must also be an unrivaled, horrific existence. Yet why did it decline?

When he overheard this, Ding Hao seemed to have understood something.

No wonder so many fierce-looking foreign warriors had appeared in Huining City. They were probably here for the ruins of Sacred Hall.

However, their strength was quite ordinary. Most could only watch the fun and be spectators. The Bone-burying Forest was an area prohibited to the Human Clan. Even if a Martial King or Martial Emperor were to enter it, there was a possibility that he would be killed there. These men were just ordinary masters at the Primordial Realm. They would probably be devoured by wild beasts and demons the moment they stepped within 50 kilometers of the Bone-burying Forest.

This was definitely a shocking piece of news. Once it spread, innumerable exalted presences would be attracted to the forest.

If the ruins really contained something rare, they would attract the entire Divine Central Continent there. And since Orchid Province was close to the Southern Frontier, even the masters from that border would turn up.

Ding Hao also wanted to try his luck.

This was also an opportunity to widen his knowledge and know the martial artists of the Southern Frontier.

Since he had too little information, he did not know what was so special about these ruins, or where they were located. Nor did he know how they had been discovered. But he was not in a hurry to know these facts.

Ding Hao ate and listened at the same time, collecting a lot of useful information from the loud discussions of the warriors around him.

“It’s been more than three months. Ding Hao, that peerless genius from the Northern Region, hasn’t shown up since then. Has he left the Divine Central Continent?” Someone suddenly brought up this topic.

“Naturally, ordinary people won’t be able to see this kind of mysterious figure.” Someone sighed in agreement.

A bearded man sitting at the table next to him chuckled and said, “Well, serve Miaoyu Bordello right. It shouldn’t have provoked Ding Hao, that murderous divinity. The Moonlight Fairy died during the fight at Yellow Crane Tower, and it turned out that she was also colluding with the Demon Clan. Now, the Super Heaven Pavilion has intervened to investigate. Miaoyu Bordello has disappeared overnight from the Divine Central Continent, with those avenging maniacs destroying many of their public branches.”

“It’s a pity, such a ravishing exterior… Alas, why did that pretty lady become a bandit?” Someone sighed secretly. It was obvious that he was still regretting the death of that lovely Moonlight Fairy, and lusting after her.

This was how Ding Hao knew that the Super Heaven Pavilion had begun dealing with Miaoyu Bordello.

It seemed that after the duels at Yellow Crane Tower, Ding Hao was indeed cleansed his bad name.

In this world, everything was still dependent on might. Even if one was totally innocent, it was still difficult to protect oneself without physical strength.

Although it had seemed dangerous for him to have challenged every martial artist of the Divine Central Continent within the surrounding several million kilometers, it was a risk worth taking. At least from now on, if someone in the Divine Central Continent wanted to harm Ding Hao again, that person would have to think twice and evaluate his own power.

Another man said, “Since the duels at Yellow Crane Tower, Ding Hao has really inspired unparalleled awe. Now, the younger generations of the entire Divine Central Continent seem to have tacitly acknowledged him as their leading exponent!”

Right at this moment…

“Him, our leading exponent? He doesn’t deserve it.”

An ear-piercing voice drowned out the loud clamorous discussions and cries of finger-guessing games within the restaurant hall, creeping distinctly into everyone’s ears.

Everyone looked up.

Several dozen young men dressed in finery shoved through the crowds and walked in with a swagger.

The man who spoke just now was a scrawny, pale, rather sickly-looking but handsome young man. There was an undisguised arrogance between his eyebrows. He stared coldly at the person who spoke before him, his eyes as keen as knives. He sneered. “Was it you who said that the other young masters of the Divine Central Continent were all no match for Ding Hao?”

The man who spoke before him was a skinny, frail-looking scholar.

The scholar looked about 16 or 17, his face as handsome as jade, with extremely delicate, pretty features. He looked as if he had crawled out of a pot of rouge and powder, an uncommonly handsome youth waving a folding fan carved out of white jade.

The scholar stood up and said with a grin, “Why, you can’t accept this? In the duels at Yellow Crane Tower, you, Luo Xiangcai, was beaten like a dog by Ding Hao. And you’re here to strut your stuff?”

“You’re courting death!” The sickly-looking young man raised his hand, and a giant palm print appeared in the air, generating gales and thunder.

He was Luo Xiangcai, one of the successors of the God-slaying Sect. In that duel at Yellow Crane Tower, he was sent flying by Ding Hao’s sword before thousands of men. It was the greatest shame of his life, and this scholar had to rub salt into that wound! He was furious and full of murderous malice, unleashing at once his Great God-slaying Handprint.

Wherever this golden palm print passed, tables and chairs would splinter into smithereens.

Dozens of martial artists taking their meals were caught off-guard and sent flying by this palm strike. They screamed, their torn limbs hurled everywhere.

On the floor of the restaurant hall, the residual force of the palm print opened up a gully several meters deep. The palm print, unstoppable like the scythe of Death, reached the delicate-faced scholar almost instantaneously.

“Hahaha, you were defeated by Ding Hao and are now venting your anger on me. So that’s what the God-slaying Sect is capable of!”

Confronted by this earth-shattering palm, the delicate-faced scholar did not show any panic at all.

He shook his wrist and unfurled the folding fan with a snap. Fanning gently, a light breeze stirred the air, forming a transparent crystal Qi wall in front of him. The terrible golden palm print crashed into it, fading in an instant.

This scene was extremely bizarre.

It was as if that massive golden palm print had been teleported to another space-time dimension after penetrating the crystal Qi wall.

Seeing this scene, Ding Hao’s heart missed a beat.

Because this delicate-faced young scholar was someone he knew—

He was on Miaoyu Bordello’s Golden Boat of the Nine Heavens Mystic Fairies, one of the experts from Heaven Pavilion who was led to the back hall to see the Moonlight Fairy face to face. And on the morning of the second day, he had come back to Heaven Pavilion and asked Ding Hao if he was a man.

This delicate-faced scholar was extremely mysterious and had extraordinary strength.

At that time, Ding Hao had thought him at the same level as the White-Robed King, the Black Spear King, and many others. He was totally surprised that this man was not at a disadvantage fighting Luo Xiangcai now.

However, by now, Ding Hao had already reached the “My Thoughts and I Are One” Realm. Using his extremely acute sixth sense, he could see that this delicate-faced scholar was really a beautiful girl crossdressing as a man. But since that crystal Qi wall had vanished in an instant, Ding Hao could not figure out what it was.

Right at this moment…

Boom!

About 100 meters away from the Saber and Sword Pavilion, another restaurant exploded with a loud boom. A massive golden palm print directly blew away its roof. Smoke and dust flew everywhere, with earth and pebbles strewn all over the air.

“The Great God-slaying Handprint? How dare you attack us! Does the God-slaying Sect want to declare war on War God Hall?”

Angry roars rang out from the rubble of the collapsed restaurant.

Several powerful auras burst out, extremely astounding and no less powerful than Luo Xiangcai’s.

“Brat, you’re courting death. How dare you frame me so sneakily?” Luo Xiangcai was startled and almost immediately understood what was going on. He fumed, anxious and angry.

Ding Hao was also shocked.

It turned out that Luo Xiangcai’s Great God-slaying Handprint had been transmitted 100 meters away by that delicate-faced girl’s crystal Qi wall, bombarding on the other restaurant.

He had never witnessed such a remarkable skill before.

It was quite similar to the unique skill of “Northern Murong”—”the Star-shifter”—in the works of that respected sword fighting novelist, Jin Yong, he knew from his previous life.

The delicate-faced scholar burst into hearty laughter. In a flash, “he” had come to the square table where Ding Hao was sitting, wearing a grin. “Luo Xiangcai, aren’t you looking for Ding Hao? He’s here—I’ve found him for you! Come and thank me now.”

The eyes of everyone immediately converged on Ding Hao.

“It’s him. He’s indeed the Saber and Sword Addict, Ding Hao!”

Someone vociferated excitedly since he recognized this youth now eating and drinking with Evil Moon. This man was indeed Ding Hao, that genius from the Northern Region who had raised havoc in the Divine Central Continent some time ago. His teal robes and handsome temperament were hard to miss and impossible to imitate.

The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly boiled over with excitement.

Many had gathered around, all wanting to take a look at the graceful demeanor of the Saber and Sword Addict.

Luo Xiangcai and the others were stunned, and they immediately recognized Ding Hao.

“So here you are…” The moment Luo Xiangcai saw Ding Hao, he gnashed his teeth, seething in rage.

He had once a great reputation, but lost it due to his defeat to Ding Hao at Yellow Crane Tower. He was also thought to be colluding with Miaoyu Bordello, and was being investigated by the Super Heaven Pavilion and reprimanded by his Master. He had lost a lot of stature in the God-slaying Sect.

Instead of doing some soul-searching, Luo Xiangcai felt all his sufferings were thanks to Ding Hao, and hated this man to the core.

“Take your time to fight. I gotta go now.” The delicate-faced scholar laughed loudly and disappeared from where “he” was. No one could see how “he” had left the restaurant—it was as if “he” had evaporated on the spot.

“His” tender voice was still echoing in the restaurant.

Ding Hao was lost in thought.

This girl was so mysterious. She must have noticed Luo Xiangcai and the others coming in, so she deliberately provoked Luo Xiangcai to attack her in anger. Then she transferred his Great God-slaying Handprint to another restaurant some distance away, enraging many extraordinary warriors there. And now she had also deliberately exposed his identity…

Obviously, she was deliberately stirring up conflicts between different factions.

Rumble!

As the earth quaked, more than a dozen figures with shimmering flames all over their bodies directly barged in through the wall. The eyes of their leader as keen as lightning in the dark night fell on Luo Xiangcai. He sneered and demanded, “Were you the one who launched that sneak attack just now?”

These men had extraordinary strength and were all extremely arrogant.

The Saber and Sword Pavilion had almost been completely wrecked by these men. Those martial artists maimed by Luo Xiangcai were fuming, but dared not speak out, quietly retreating one after another. Even the martial artists who wanted to stay and watch the fight left without a word, pushing their way out.

Once Luo Xiangcai, Ding Hao, or the other masters fought, these men would not be able to withstand the remnant waves of their Qi energy.