Supreme Conceited Emperor

The moment Yuan Wu finished speaking, a burst of cheers sounded from the audience.    

    

"Yes, if you have the ability, then come up on stage and fight Young Master Yuan!"    

    

"I think that you humans aren't much either. You are absolutely no match for me, the demi-human youth."    

    

Instantly, the monstrous youth began to laugh in a mocking manner towards the humans.    

    

"That's exactly what I wanted to do when fighting me!"    

    

The white-clothed youth's expression became serious as he flew down and landed on the stage.    

    

Their gazes met, and their anger began to turn incomparably intense!    

    

"Human warrior, I am Yuan Wu, the young master of Ape Clan. Tell me your name!" Yuan Wu looked at the man in white and said.    

    

The man in white smiled and said, "Zhao Han from the imperial capital!"    

    

When the white clothed man said his name, Lang Xie who was beside Su Jue felt his entire body shake, and suddenly clenched his fists.    

    

Su Jue frowned, he remembered that Lang Xie had mentioned before that his enemy in the capital was the young master of the Zhao Family, so he gripped Lang Xie's fist when he thought of this: "Don't be anxious, there's still time."    

    

Lang Xie nodded and released his fist!    

    

"I heard that you demi-humans have tough bodies. Alright, I'll stand here and let you attack me. If you can knock me down, then it'll be considered your win!" Zhao Kan said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.    

    

As these words came out, all of the demon race martial artists were suddenly filled with a raging anger.    

    

Fighting against the demon race in terms of physical strength was simply contempt, blatant contempt!    

    

"Human, Zhao Han. I have to remind you, if we demon clan warriors do not die, we will be injured. If you die, don't blame anyone." Yuan Wu didn't back down in the face of Zhao Han's contempt.    

    

"Haha!" Zhao Han laughed out loud and said, "If you have the ability, then use it. If I die, then you can only blame me for my weak strength. But hehe, I don't think you can hurt me at all."    

    

"Humph! How arrogant! Watch me destroy you with one punch!"    

    

Yuan Wu suddenly raised his fist and punched Zhao Han in anger.    

    

"Boulder war body!"    

    

With a loud shout from Zhao Han, countless rocks appeared around him. In the next moment, his body was petrified.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

At this time, Yuan Wu's punch had already struck Zhao Han's chest.    

    

However, the next moment, Zhao Han suddenly smiled and said, "I already said that you can't hurt me in any way. With your little strength, you also entered the finals of some ancestral worship conference, and you are also a seeded contestant. What a disappointment."    

    

A yellow ray of light flashed across Zhao Han's body and knocked Yuan Wu away in an instant.    

    

Earth type war body!    

    

Su Jue recognized Zhao Han's war body with a single glance.    

    

Earth type war body were mostly good at defense, and this boulder war body was even more so one of the best.    

    

war body s were one of the advantages of humans. Monsters did not have war body s, they only had a broken body.    

    

This scene caused Yuan Wu to be greatly disgraced. As for the demon clan martial artists that were watching from the audience, all of them had expressions of disappointment on their faces.    

    

"This human warrior is so powerful, he could even withstand Young Master Yuan's punch so easily. No wonder he dares to look down on our demon clan."    

    

"It seems like Young Master Yuan is not a match for this Zhao Han. I wonder if anyone else here can beat him."    

    

"Is this human martial practitioner going to destroy our ancestral worship assembly?"    

    

For a time, the crowd burst into a flurry of discussion.    

    

"Zhao Han, don't be too complacent. Our Ape Clan is skilled in pole arts. Today, we will show you our Ape Clan's 36 Heavenly Dipper Swords!"    

    

Yuan Wu said as he took out a golden stick.    

    

"I've long since heard of the 36 staff strikes of Heavenly Dipper. I just don't know how powerful they are. Come, I'll wait for you!" Zhao Han said with a contemptuous smile.    

    

"Hmph, today I'll let you witness the twelfth pole of my thirty-six Heavenly Dipper Staff!"    

    

Yuan Wuyi's long stick was thrown in the air and hit Zhao Han twelve times in a row. "Bang, bang, bang, bang!"    

    

Zhao Han's face turned serious. He exerted force into his legs and they sunk three feet into the ground. His feet were like sharp swords as they stabbed into the stone platform.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

The golden long rod struck Zhao Han's shoulder, and his whole body fell several feet forward.    

    

Hiss!    

    

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.    

    

The person was directly knocked into the ground for one chi. This kind of power had long since surpassed the eighth step.    

    

But in the next moment, the crowd was even more shocked.    

    

Zhao Han suddenly stretched out his right hand and covered the golden long rod with his palm. He laughed and said, "It seems to me that the thirty-six strokes of the Astral Nova are only mediocre!"    

    

As soon as his voice fell, he saw Zhao Han suddenly flipped his hand and sent Yuan Wu flying backwards. Then, his long stick was thrown towards Yuan Wu like a sharp sword.    

    

"Not good, Young Master Yuan is in danger!"    

    

At this critical moment, a person suddenly appeared on the stone platform, grabbing onto a golden staff!    

    

This man was Lang Xie.    

    

"Lang Xie, it's Young Master Lang Xie!"    

    

In an instant, the wolf youth below the stage cheered.    

    

"Thank you, Lang Xie!" Cold sweat covered Yuan Wu's forehead, he cupped his fists towards Lang Xie and walked off the stage.    

    

"Has it been changed? But it's the same, attack me. I'm still standing here without moving." Zhao Han looked at Lang Xie playfully and said.    

    

Lang Xie's face turned cold, he looked at Zhao Lu and asked: Are you a member of the Zhao Family?    

    

Zhao Han frowned and said, "So what?"    

    

"Zhao family, do you know Zhao Yifan?" Lang Xie continued.    

    

"Zhao Yifan is the young master of my Zhao Family, his status is even higher than mine. Is there a problem?" Zhao Han laughed.    

    

"There's no problem!"    

    

After Lang Xie finished speaking, he took out his sword and began to wield it.    

    

"This is the Blood Cross Seal of Death!" Zhao Han said in surprise.    

    

"Got it, it's too late!"    

    

Right at that moment, Lang Xie suddenly waved his sword, and in the next moment, a loud explosive sound resounded.    

    

"It worked! It worked!"    

    

"Young Master Lang Xie is still the strongest!"    

    

Everyone was extremely excited when they saw this scene.    

    

However, at this time, Zhao Han, who had his head lowered, slowly raised it up. He looked at Lang Xie with a crazy smile on his face and said, "The Cross Blood Death Seal is indeed the best martial skill to break through my Boulder war body. Unfortunately, you have just entered the sect, with only one Blood Seal, it's still not enough to defeat me!"    

    

Lang Xie was startled, he immediately waved his sword again.    

    

"Hmph, do you think I will still give you another chance!?"    

    

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Zhao Kangming suddenly stood up and released an earthen yellow astral aura from his body.    

    

"Boulder's Strike!"    

    

With a loud shout, the earthen yellow astral energy in the air completely turned into solid stones, and in the next moment, they all arrived.    

    

Surprised, caught off guard, Lang Xie's eyes widened as he was thrown off the stage by a giant boulder.    

    

Lang Xie, also lost!    

    

In a split-second, the entire demon clan was filled with the sound of decline.    

    

Even the strongest Lang Xie and Yuan Wu were defeated, who would be able to save face for the Spirit Demon Race?    

    

Not only was everyone unable to keep up with the crowd, even Demon Lord, who was sitting high above them, was unable to keep up with their laughter, while the human elderly man beside Demon Lord was all smiles.    

    

"Is there anyone else who dares to fight me, Zhao Han?"    

    

Zhao Han, who was standing in the center of the stage, looked at the crowd and said.    

    

No one answered for a long time.    

    

"Haha, there's no one left in such a large demon clan. What a joke."    

    

"Brother Zhao Xian should come back. After all, this is the Ancestral Assembly that only happens once every sixteen years. All of the young geniuses are gathered here. You have to let them continue." On the human side, another azure-robed youth laughed.    

    

"Damn it!"    

    

As the demon clan martial artists heard the green-clothed man's words, all of them were enraged. But, they didn't dare to say anything.    

    

Since his skills were inferior to others, he could only swallow his anger.    

    

"That's true. This is a grand occasion for the Monstrous Clans and we cannot prevent them from continuing. Okay, since it's boring anyway, let's go." Zhao Han shook his head and quickly left the stage.    

    

The sound of fists clenching continuously sounded out in the center of the plaza. Everyone held their breaths.    

    

"Wait!"    

    

At this moment, a voice sounded from the crowd.    

    

Everyone turned their heads to look at the source of the voice.    

    

"It's Su Jue, how could I forget about him?"    

    

"Su Jue possesses the blood of the Demon Emperor. Maybe he can fight Zhao Han."    

    

"Is he really okay? His strength can only match up to Lang Xie!"    

    

Discussions were unceasing in the crowd. Some were happy, some questioned, and some were disappointed.    

    

"You want to challenge me?" Zhao Han turned his head to look at Su Jue and said.    

    

Su Jue laughed, and then jumped up the stage.    

    

"I'm not here to challenge you, I'm here to defeat you!"    

    

"Haha, it's so funny, so funny. Say your name, Nooblet!" Zhao Gan said.    

    

"Su Jue!"    

    

Su Jue!    

    

In the next moment, the human side, Ye Chen, trembled, and took a step forward to carefully size him up.    

    

"Su Jue, it's really you!"    

    

A loud shout came from above. Su Jue raised his head and saw that it was Ye Chen.    

    

"So it's you!" Su Jue said in disdain.    

    

"That's right, it's me. You didn't think that you would meet me again in this demon clan. Let's see where you can run to today!"    

    

The conversation between the two had left everyone confused!    

    

"What the hell is going on?" The seated old man asked.    

    

"Elder Zhao, this person is Su Jue, the person who took away my Tough King's Token from the Luo Yuntian Secret Realm!"    

    

Ye Chen's words shocked everyone. The old man suddenly stood up, looked at Su Jue and said: "Brat, you've called out the King's Cage. I'll spare your life!"    

    

"Wait, Elder Zhao, this seems to be our Monster race's territory right? What qualifications do you have to kill our Monster race members?" Lang Xiaotian also stood up at the same time and said coldly.    

    

"A member of the Monster race?" The old human man was puzzled.    

    

"No, he's not from the Monster race. He's human, a human warrior from the Eastern Region." Ye Chen roared.