Chapter 856: 23 Chaotic Laws Rampage

This scene was utterly abrupt; from battle to explosion, it took only an instant.

Many had not yet reacted; the murmurs instantly fell silent, all staring in shock at the spectacle.

“Three Chaotic Laws?”

Among those present beyond the Immortal Monarch realm, several Immortal Kings of the Chaotic Ancient Clans now shrank their pupils, staring in horror at the boy.

He just attained 69 star-level insights yesterday—today he’s mastered three Chaotic Laws?!

“Younger brother…”

Di Lingshu, Long Qingge, and others were also stunned; yesterday Li Hao had claimed he had confidence in attaining a Chaotic Law, yet today he’d mastered three in a single day!

“Huh? Is the fight over? Did we arrive too late?”

“Has Hao Tian already died?”

“No, the shattered body was the challenger.”

In the void, more people arrived one after another, only to see the exploded Immortal body within the barrier, their expressions stunned.

When they learned the standing boy was the famed Hao Tian, their eyes nearly bulged out, faces filled with disbelief.

The one who mastered 69 Chaotic Stars in a single day… is this his realm?

Whoosh.

In the training ground, Li Hao dismembered Wu Ming’s immortal body, also surprising himself—he hadn’t expected the suffocating power of the three Chaotic Laws to be this strong; he felt he could suppress even without carving his Dao.

At this moment, the opponent’s Immortal body was shattered, yet his Primordial Spirit had not been extinguished—but it was severely wounded.

After all, Li Hao’s attacks carried Primordial Spirit destruction.

His figure suddenly stepped forward like a phantom, activating the Grand Void Spiritual Wander Technique, combined with the Ultimate Realm of Return to Void, closing the distance to Wu Ming’s Primordial Spirit at speed rivaling thought itself.

“What… is this?”

Wu Ming’s Primordial Spirit was dazed, mind buzzing, Chaotic Laws? Three of them?

The intense pain throughout his body, especially the numerous cracks on his Primordial Spirit, left his thoughts in disarray.

But Li Hao’s sudden proximity jolted him awake; before he could react, Li Hao’s attack struck—a blade of razor-sharp qi.

Boom!

Wu Ming raised his hand to block, summoning a golden mystical circular array on his arm—a top-tier Primordial Spirit defense technique.

But the blade passed through without resistance, like a knife slicing tofu; with a crisp snap, the golden array shattered, then severed his arm outright, slicing downward to cleave half his Primordial Spirit body in two!

Within Wu Ming’s body, his Primordial Spirit Golden Bones numbered over three hundred—enough to rival many top prodigies.

But compared to Li Hao, whose Primordial Spirit had condensed True Divine Blood, Wu Ming’s was like a child’s—utterly defenseless.

“Time Reversal!”

Wu Ming’s soul nearly fled; even in shock, he snapped fully awake and desperately twisted space-time, trying to restore his body and Primordial Spirit.

But the temporal fluctuations he had just gathered, about to spiral backward, were instantly shattered by Li Hao.

Li Hao’s own Time Origin had reached the sixth level, nearly equal to Wu Ming’s.

Under mutual stalemate, Wu Ming’s time reversal failed, while Li Hao’s second and third swords slashed toward him simultaneously.

Boom! Boom!

Wu Ming tried to dodge, but Li Hao’s movement was blindingly fast—the Grand Void Spiritual Wander Technique clung to him like a shadow.

His cultivated Immortal Monarch sixth-level realm, combined with Li Hao’s Dao Source Immortal Seal, was now nearly identical to Wu Ming’s.

“No, impossible!”

The two swords nearly reduced Wu Ming’s Primordial Spirit to a human mutilation; Wu Ming stared in terror at Li Hao’s pursuit, no longer caring why this boy was so ferocious—he ignited his Primordial Spirit in frenzy, rapidly regenerating limbs from its broken fragments, while igniting every single one of his Primordial Spirit Golden Bones.

“If you want me dead, then die with me!”

His eyes twisted with malice, wild with madness—he never imagined he’d be defeated in such a trivial way.

“Seal!”

Li Hao raised his hand, five golden lights coalescing in his palm into a palm-shaped seal, striking out abruptly.

This was the Divine Sealing Palm, a Primordial Spirit technique—not top-tier; at equal Primordial Spirit levels, it had a high chance of failure, but when one’s Primordial Spirit power vastly surpassed the enemy’s, it stood a good chance of sealing the opponent’s spirit.

It was not considered top-tier precisely because the effect was too useless—if your Primordial Spirit truly dwarfed theirs, you’d just obliterate them outright; why bother sealing?

At this moment, a drop of True Divine Blood surged; Li Hao’s Primordial Spirit aura erupted like a raging river through a sea of blood, instantly radiating overwhelming might, as if his body had grown boundless, towering like a mountain, like a deity!

The Divine Sealing Palm descended, radiating terrifying True Divine Blood pressure, clamping down on Wu Ming’s burning Primordial Spirit, then crushing it like a struggling insect, extinguishing the flame of its spiritual energy.

Wu Ming, moments ago on the verge of frenzy, was now utterly terrified.

“This is impossible!”

He stared in shock at the boy before him, feeling a deep, terrifying Primordial Spirit suppression—his scalp prickled, his entire body turned icy.

Even peerless prodigies must slowly accumulate in Primordial Spirit cultivation, step by step.

He had ignited all his Primordial Spirit Golden Bones, boosting his spiritual power two or threefold, rivaling top-tier beings with over a thousand Golden Bones—yet this boy had effortlessly suppressed him!

“You… you’re a monster!”

Wu Ming’s eyes trembled; suddenly, he understood—no wonder his senior had sent assassins after him.

After all, being able to provoke a top-tier figure was itself a sign of ability!

Ordinary people didn’t even get the chance to provoke such figures—or were crushed the moment they tried.

Yet this boy lived unharmed; his senior was a terrifying existence—how could someone who stirred his killing intent be ordinary?

Too late—he realized this now; Wu Ming’s eyes filled with despair, and he begged Li Hao:

“Don’t kill me, please, I don’t want to be reborn!”

Though rebirth and re-cultivation were possible, many of the opportunities he’d gained this life—including rare medicinal herbs used to forge his Immortal body—could never be found again.

“Rebirth?”

Li Hao narrowed his eyes. “Can we talk properly now? Why did you challenge me to blood combat?”

“I only wanted fame.”

Wu Ming pleaded without hesitation: “Your emergence caused too much commotion—once I kill you, the Original True Realm will know me, and your fame will become my stepping stone!”

Boom!

Li Hao frowned slightly; the Divine Sealing Palm gently clenched, and a muffled explosion echoed from within Wu Ming’s Primordial Spirit, followed by Wu Ming’s piercing scream.

“I won’t ask a third time.”

Li Hao said.

Wu Ming felt his entire body cracking; the pain in his Primordial Spirit was dozens of times stronger than physical pain—directly tormenting his soul.

He burned with fury and malice, yet his eyes betrayed terror—he feared this boy would crush him outright.

?￠o

“If I tell you, can you swear a Dao Heart Oath to spare me?”

Wu Ming gritted his teeth.

“No.”

Li Hao said coldly. “But I can make your death swift.”

Wu Ming laughed bitterly—he knew the boy would never forgive him; after all, this was blood combat—the loser is erased.

“Then there’s no point speaking. If I tell you, I’ll still suffer and die; if I don’t, I still die. Since I’ve already offended you, I might as well offend you completely.”

Wu Ming abandoned his pleading, sneering.

After all, he was a top prodigy—still possessing some blood and backbone.

Li Hao raised an eyebrow, calmly saying: “You should know I’m the Immortal Emperor’s direct disciple. If you die fighting me, do you think your Wu Clan will waste more resources to cultivate you again?”

Wu Ming froze, face instantly pale.

Indeed, offending the Immortal Emperor’s direct disciple carried enormous risk.

Earlier, he’d believed he could win—if so, even if he offended the Immortal Emperor, once he obtained his senior’s techniques and rose in status in the Original Realm, the Original Immortal Emperor would defend him, and his clan would protect him.

But now, if he died, provoking the Immortal Emperor’s direct disciple would leave only a reborn soul—worthless!

He was a prodigy, brilliant and cunning—but no matter how brilliant, a clever woman cannot cook without rice; without cultivation resources, even the greatest prodigy would be buried.

To his clan, investing vast resources into a reborn soul who had offended the Immortal Emperor was not worth it—and risked angering the Immortal Emperor himself.

Realizing this, Wu Ming’s Primordial Spirit trembled slightly—he was truly afraid.

“Speak.”

Li Hao said.

Wu Ming’s face shifted through emotions; he clenched his teeth. “I really only wanted fame…”

Li Hao glanced at him, puzzled.

Seeing Wu Ming’s complex gaze, he understood, and said nothing more.

Boom!

The Divine Sealing Palm clenched tightly, crushing Wu Ming’s Primordial Spirit into countless soul fragments—like a brilliant golden firework, dazzlingly radiant.

“He was a smart man.”

Li Hao sighed, shaking his head.

Though frightened, the man had clearly realized—even if he revealed the truth, he’d still be killed, so he chose to walk the path to the end.

Stubborn indeed… Li Hao lifted his head, his gaze sweeping beyond the barrier, studying the onlookers.

Though Wu Ming hadn’t spoken, combining his pre-battle words and recent exchange, it was clear—he hadn’t challenged Li Hao for fame, but for another reason, and not out of personal hatred.

Since it wasn’t personal hatred, it must have been for gain.

That gain wasn’t fame—so it was someone else’s bribe.

In other words, someone else had used incentives to send him here to fight Li Hao to the death.

Who could it be?

I just arrived in the Primordial Lands— who could I have a deep grudge against?

The Chaotic Ancient Clan? Sword Heart Moon? Or another disciple of Tiangong?

Li Hao’s gaze slowly swept across, searching the onlookers for any with unusual expressions—perhaps the one who sent this Wu Ming.

After all, those behind the scenes often like to blend into the crowd and spy on the scene of the crime.

The battle ended quickly; by the time Li Hao raised his head to scan the crowd, the onlookers who had just arrived stood frozen in shock.

A prodigy of Immortal Lord Realm Tenth Layer, who had comprehended sixty-seven Chaotic Stars, had been slain by Li Hao in the blink of an eye.

One blow shattered his physical body, three swords severed his Primordial Spirit, and the final palm crushed him to death—every step was fluid and brutal!

“This… this is over?”

“I just got here and saw an Immortal Lord Sixth Layer obliterate an Immortal Lord Full Layer—did I close my eyes too long and hallucinate?”

“Anyone who arrived earlier, tell me—how did that guy end up with only his Primordial Spirit left?”

Many gradually snapped out of their daze, all faces filled with disbelief.

Those who arrived first, however, wore expressions of utter awe.

They had witnessed Li Hao activate a secret technique to boost his cultivation base—strictly speaking, he had slain an Immortal Lord Full Layer while himself at Immortal Lord Third Layer, and with overwhelming dominance!

“Now I get why I didn’t see his name on the Chaotic Heaven Dao List—he hid it. Turns out he secretly forged three Chaotic Laws!”

“Too outrageous—how long had he been holed up? How long had he studied Chaotic power elsewhere before finally emerging to claim fame?”

Many were stunned; even the arrogant Chaotic Ancient Clan members looked at Li Hao with wariness—he was like a killing god, not to be trifled with.

“Is my little brother-in-cultivation this strong?”

Di Lingshu and the others exchanged glances. Though they knew Li Hao had forged Chaotic Laws, they hadn’t expected him to be this powerful—especially his Primordial Spirit. Though they hadn’t seen him unleash it, they could sense his Primordial Spirit must have reached the peak of Immortal Lord Realm.

“Wu Ming burned his Primordial Spirit and still got snuffed out—Li Hao’s Primordial Spirit must be at least a thousand Golden Primordial Bones strong!”

“A thousand Golden Primordial Bones? What kind of ancient monster is this?”

Many were stunned, their gazes toward Li Hao growing increasingly wary.

Li Hao scanned the crowd and spotted several eyes brimming with murderous intent—all from the Chaotic Ancient Clan.

The other humans showed no such hostility.

“The Primordial Immortal Emperor rose from the Chaotic Ancient Clan—could it truly be them pulling the strings?”

Li Hao’s eyes flickered. “But how could the Chaotic Ancient Clan command humans to fight to the death… unless the rewards were too great?”

He paused, then decided to ask his master later—see if he could investigate. Not uncovering the one behind this felt incomplete.

The battle was over. Li Hao retracted the power of the Sculpting Dao, his realm sinking back to Immortal Lord Third Layer.

He nodded to Di Lingshu and the other senior disciples, then stepped out of the Chaotic Dao Field’s barrier.

“That man didn’t tell the truth. Go ask your master to divine it later.”

Shi Miao stepped forward and spoke to Li Hao.

Li Hao nodded.

As the two were about to leave, a deep, resonant voice suddenly rang out from the crowd outside:

“Human boy, you’re Hao Tian, right?”

Li Hao paused slightly, looked up, and saw a Chaotic Ancient Clan member with blue scales, a lion’s face, a human body, and a dragon’s tail.

“Bai Han of the Azure Dragon Clan—dare you accept my Dao Field challenge?” the man said.

Li Hao’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He replied calmly: “Is this a normal challenge—or a blood duel?”

“Blood duel? Do you dare?”

Bai Han sneered, the wrinkles on his lion face bunching into a grotesque grin, revealing sharp fangs.

“He’s ranked 160,000th on the Chaotic Heaven Dao List—ten thousand places ahead of your previous rank, four thousand ahead of your current one. He’s forged seven Chaotic Laws!”

Shi Miao’s gaze turned grave. She was still on the Chaotic Heaven Dao List and swiftly checked his rank.

Li Hao nodded slightly. Good—he hadn’t reached the level of fusing laws yet.

“I dare. Do you?”

Li Hao said to Bai Han.

Bai Han’s eyes narrowed. He sneered: “You can only see up to ten thousandth place—you wouldn’t know me. I won’t deceive you: I’m ranked 160,000th, with seven Chaotic Laws mastered. My goal is to master twenty-three. Do you still dare?!”

His final words roared like a lion’s, radiating immense intimidation, his gaze sharpening into ten thousand golden threads, looking down upon Li Hao with supreme disdain.

That gaze carried great pressure—but to Li Hao, it meant nothing. He said: “I already said it—I’m asking you now. Do you dare?”

“Little brother!”

Di Lingshu and the others paled, fearing Li Hao had acted on impulse.

After all, the crowd was watching. Such provocation made backing down impossible—but they didn’t want Li Hao to destroy himself over a momentary surge of pride.

Bai Han’s face darkened, his eyes locked on Li Hao. He had arrived first and witnessed every moment of Li Hao’s slaying of Wu Ming.

Now, Li Hao’s name was gone from the Chaotic Heaven Dao List. Many hid their identities and rankings—only the top positions showed numbers, no other details. He didn’t know where Li Hao stood now.

But clearly, Li Hao hadn’t surpassed him—if he had, even with hidden info, the Chaotic Heaven Dao List would have alerted him.

And for the past two days, he’d received no such alert.

“Hmph. Trying to scare me off with yesterday’s momentum?”

Bai Han’s thoughts shifted. He sneered, stepped forward, and said: “Of course I dare. Since you’re so bold, accept my blood duel challenge!”

As he spoke, he summoned the Chaotic Heaven Dao List and issued a blood duel invitation to Li Hao before the entire crowd.

The onlookers erupted in shock. Many immediately cheered, especially the Chaotic Ancient Clan members.

“Azure Dragon Clan, mighty!”

“Only we can handle these humans. That last human was pathetic—an Immortal Lord Full Layer wiped out in a blink. Useless!”

“Another blood duel? Interesting. Does this human boy think his earlier show has intimidated us all?”

“Immortal Lord Third Layer slaying Full Layer is outrageous. That technique to temporarily boost his realm must be a direct transmission from Dao Yuan Immortal Emperor.”

“If we kill this human disciple of the Immortal Emperor, we’ll make waves across the Primordial Lands. Even Dao Yuan Immortal Emperor won’t dare play dirty—he can’t complain about a fair fight!”

“The Immortal Emperor won’t care about lowly insects like us. If his disciple loses, it only proves he’s inferior. I say, just take this Azure Dragon Bai Han and make him your new direct disciple—perfect solution!”

Many Chaotic Ancient Clan members mocked and sneered.

Li Hao heard these words. His calm gaze suddenly sharpened. These Chaotic Ancient Clan members were subtly mocking his master—he couldn’t let it slide.

“Accepted.”

Li Hao didn’t hesitate—he immediately accepted Bai Han’s blood duel invitation.

Yesterday, while cultivating, he had been so absorbed he forged not three Chaotic Laws, but five!

Now, he could still forge more at any moment.

Whoosh!

In a flash, Li Hao returned to the Chaotic Dao Field’s barrier.

He sat cross-legged. The remaining fifty-four Chaotic Stars’ law fractures rapidly surfaced in his mind, unfolding one by one.

Without hesitation, he swiftly selected them.

To speed up selection, he chose to spend points.

He spent three more skill points, instantly upgrading the Chaotic Dao to Stage Three.

In an instant, a torrent of Chaotic Dao insight flooded his mind.

His soul seemed to traverse the Void, drifting into the primordial Chaotic Age, witnessing the birth of chaos—countless laws emerging, then fracturing from their fused state into individual Chaotic Stars.

The Chaotic power merged into the law fractures, extending them, constantly birthing new law pathways.

“...All Chaotic Laws ultimately return to oneness?”

Lost in his insight, Li Hao suddenly understood—a sensation of total clarity washed over him.

He had touched the threshold of fusing laws.

“Hmm?”

Outside the barrier, the crowd watched Li Hao’s behavior and gasped in surprise.

“What’s he doing? Cultivating? Restoring his Immortal energy?”

“Not cultivating—he’s never seen anyone cramming like this right before a Dao Field duel. What could he possibly gain? Must be healing!”

“Right. He just used that technique to forcibly boost his realm—it must’ve damaged him. All things balance: gain comes with loss!”

Many Chaotic Ancient Clan members chattered.

The human onlookers, however, frowned. Though some envied Li Hao’s fame, he was still human—if he died here, it would be a heavy blow to their kind.

“Hah. So he really plans to push himself again?”

Bai Han raised an eyebrow, sneered—but didn’t grow overconfident. He wouldn’t give Li Hao time to heal.

If he were a few hundred years younger, he might stand still and say, “Take your time—I’ll wait!”

But here in the Primordial True Realm, where prodigies gathered, he’d been humiliated before. He’d long shed his arrogance.

He flickered, appearing instantly within the barrier.

“Still not ready? When I step in, the duel begins!”

Bai Han stared at Li Hao, seated with closed eyes, and sneered.

Seeing no reaction, he struck without mercy. This was a blood duel—life or death. This human prodigy was too monstrous. If he killed him, he’d surely earn the Primordial Immortal Emperor’s favor—and great rewards!

He unleashed his full power—Immortal Lord Full Layer—and activated his Azure Dragon Clan’s Chaotic bloodline. The Chaotic Jiao Tian power within him made his body semi-ethereal, granting partial immunity to attacks.

Boom!

He unleashed all his ultimate realm powers, then his Final Realm power—the Divine Blood of the Ultimate Realm.

His blood qi surged violently, and the scales on his body erupted in a burst of blue light as he lunged forward like a roaring lion.

His massive body, the moment it exploded into motion, moved faster than a lingering afterimage—unnervingly agile.

In the instant he closed the distance to Li Hao, suddenly, countless chaotic laws condensed around Li Hao.

Bai Han of the Azure Dragon Clan saw this, sneered, and unleashed his own chaotic laws—seven intertwined chaotic laws shot forth in rapid succession.

One slash after another—he did not believe Li Hao had mastered more chaotic laws than he had.

But at that moment, his dantian suddenly emitted a faint hum.

A subtle sensation reached his heart—the Chaotic Heaven Dao List had been surpassed!

Bai Han of the Azure Dragon Clan froze, his face turning pale—this moment? This timing?!

Could it be this brat right in front of him?!

A flicker of shock flashed in his eyes—if it were someone else, this would be sabotage, too shocking, too coincidental!

Yet he had no time to hold back; his gaze hardened instantly, all his power erupted as he slammed his claw down toward Li Hao.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, the chaotic laws around Li Hao flew wildly.

The chaotic laws that had just condensed instantly shattered Bai Han’s seven chaotic laws; the remaining six chaotic laws overlapped in pairs, forming a cross-shaped killing seal that crushed Bai Han’s body to pieces.

(End of Chapter)