Eternal Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 460 - 450 Blackwater River

War Venerate could naturally see the Martial Artist’s cultivation level at a glance, but since Chu Hao was wearing Concealment Jade, it made his cultivation appear as only First Tier. This deception might fool others, but it couldn’t escape the eyes of the High Priest.

His Divine Sense was too strong, surpassing the capabilities of the Concealment Jade.

"He’s increased by three minor realms in a single month?" The other War Venerates were all shocked, even showing expressions of doubt. Could the High Priest have made a mistake?

Tu Han merely smiled. Hadn’t he himself been startled at first sight?

"As long as this kid breaks through to War King, our Copper Valley Tribe’s strength will jump significantly," he said, pausing before adding, "Send a message to Tu Qing, and tell him to go easy—to let the kid win."

"And from now on, stop sending people to take his life. Let him secure a hundred consecutive victories."

The other War Venerates all nodded. This was both creating momentum for Chu Hao and giving him a large amount of military merit to exchange for more Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, further accelerating his advancement in Realm.

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In the arena, Tu Qing’s face showed surprise because when his fist collided with Chu Hao’s, he couldn’t exert even a third of his strength!

His will was affected, leading to a brief moment of Chaos and confusion, causing his strength to dissipate and less than half his power to be exerted. Yet, even a third of a Peak War King’s strength should be more than enough to kill a War General instantly.

But how could he have accounted for Chu Hao being a descendant of the ancient Gu Clan, possessing Elemental Transformation abilities?

In that moment of distraction from Tu Qing, the power of the rules concentrated in his fist instantly vanished. Although the shockwave from the impact still formed a surge, hitting broadly, all Chu Hao had to do was use Elemental Transformation to protect his vitals, letting the rest of his body take the impact if necessary.

Thud, thud, thud, Chu Hao retreated dozens of meters, bloodied all over, with most of the muscles on his arms and thighs shredded, yet his head, chest, and lower abdomen remained unharmed.

He was lucky to have practiced Body Cultivation, otherwise that blow would have shattered his bones, not just stripped away muscle.

The scene silenced the crowd.

That was a Peak War King! A War General had matched punches with a War King and was still alive, without sustaining severe injuries; it was simply inconceivable.

Tu Qing couldn’t help but smile as he said, "Kid, you really can’t be underestimated, but I am ordered—" He was about to say he had been ordered to finish off Chu Hao, to stop his winning streak, when he suddenly received a message from a War Venerate.

His expression became odd because the War Venerate was actually telling him to throw the match, to let Chu Hao win.

What was going on?

Hadn’t they specifically brought him here to finish off Chu Hao? Otherwise, why bother assigning a Peak War King? But now they were suddenly telling him to throw the match, which naturally puzzled him.

Still, he didn’t dare to disobey an order from a War Venerate. Shooting upwards, he launched himself forward, his fists pounding rapidly, but to anyone of War King level, it was clear that despite his seemingly fierce attacks, his punches had lost a great deal of their threat and probably couldn’t even harm an ordinary War General.

This made it all the more impossible to win against Chu Hao. After a few rounds, Tu Qing was blasted away. He exaggerated a spurt of blood and said, "I’ve lost!" before quickly jumping up and running off.

That was quite an obvious throw, wasn’t it?

Chu Hao curled his lip, but let it slide; as long as he won and gained military merit, it was fine.

He was a smart man and knew that Tu Qing throwing the match signified something—the tribe had clearly abandoned the intent to take his life, so he could now aim for 70, 80, or even 100 consecutive victories.

In the following four days, Chu Hao went all out, achieving ten consecutive victories each day, expanding his winning streak by 100 matches!

Unmatched!

This raised Chu Hao’s reputation to the extreme in a short period of time, and coupled with his previous feats of slaying Duan Tianying and defeating Lin Wunian, his fame was unmatched.

However, after 100 consecutive victories, there were no more rewards, and as for gambling fights... who would fight him knowing they were bound to lose? Even Su Wanyue and the other War Kings didn’t dare to initiate battle lightly, as they had no idea how much combat power a War General with Intent Realm could possess.

Liu Huang regretted his actions because Chu Hao had surpassed his military merit, and although the holy war was not yet over, given Chu Hao’s rising trajectory, could he really earn more military merits than Chu Hao in the upcoming battles?

He thought secretly to himself that he would pretend the bet had never happened, guessing Chu Hao would not dare to bring it up himself.

After two months of healing and recuperation, the Copper Valley Tribe sharpened their blades eagerly, preparing to launch the third war.

This time, they were still striving to capture the strategic key point—the Blackwater River.

The Blackwater River, with its torrential flow spanning ten thousand miles, caused all things to sink, making it impossible to cross. There was only one natural stone bridge connecting the two sides, but this bridge was the den of ferocious beasts. To occupy the stone bridge, one must first eliminate or drive away these Demon Beasts.

Only after crossing the Blackwater River could they advance into the depths of the Anka Plains.

Likewise, this strategic point was being eyed by four tribes. Besides the Copper Valley and Iron Bull Tribes, the Blood Bone and Four Winds Tribes were also involved. Three months later, these two tribes might have also completed their integration and begun their march towards the Blackwater River; perhaps they had already taken it.

This was a formidable natural barrier, just as easy to defend as it was difficult to attack.

Facing the urgency of time, the great army hastened their departure, marching towards the Blackwater River.

Chu Hao traded all his military achievements for Spiritual Medicine to enhance his Body Cultivation, yet his advancement in Spiritual Power had been so rapid that these medicines were scarcely sufficient, merely bringing his Body Technique to a fifth-tier War General, significantly lagging behind his Star Force Cultivation.

Passing through Red Flame Ridge, they headed north, pressing deep into the plains.

Three days later, a vast river appeared before them—more than ten kilometers wide, with waves reaching five to six meters in height, its waters as black as ink.

This was the Blackwater River.

Curious outsiders tossed various objects into the river, and true to the rumors, nothing floated—no creature could survive its depths, and even fish would sink immediately, destined to starve. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

This could not be measured by ordinary reasoning, but considering this was a Minor World where the rules could be determined by its creator, gravity could be reversed, and flames could be cold—nothing was impossible.

They followed the river, and after half a day, an indescribable stone bridge emerged ahead of them.

Could this truly be a bridge?

It was incredibly high and massive, like a soaring mountain, casting a shadow that stretched for dozens of miles.

Even upon seeing the stone bridge, it took them another half-hour of walking to finally reach its entrance.

But a massive War Flag had already been planted there, towering into the clouds, blood-red with a white skull painted on it.

The Blood Bone Tribe!

They must have already assimilated the Four Winds Tribe and seized control of this strategic pass first.

At the entrance of the bridge, numerous cannons stood ready—these were the unique Magical Cannons of this region, utilizing an item called "Demon Crystal" to produce devastating firepower.

The cannons were incredibly bulky and inconvenient to move, hence unsuitable for mobile warfare, but they were tremendously effective in a defensive battle.

However, these Magical Cannons were only equipped on the stone bridge. Capturing the bridge first would provide a defensive advantage to compensate for the losses incurred during the assault.

"Even a War Venerate would be deterred by the power of the Magical Cannon; a hundred cannons firing together could wound them. We must not be careless," the High Priest said gravely. He ordered the army to retreat temporarily, as any War General below the cannons’ indiscriminate barrage would surely become cannon fodder.

This would be an unnecessary loss.

All War Generals, War Kings, and War Venerates stepped forward while, on the other side, the Blood Bone Tribe also detected the enemy incursion, sounded the horns of war, and a battle was imminent.

Chu Hao and Fu Xue each took to the skies in a War Chariot.

——Previously, five War Chariots had lost their masters. Two were too damaged to be used, but three needed new masters. Since War Kings already possessed War Chariots and couldn’t exchange them, Fu Xue obtained Duan Tianying’s chariot with Chu Hao’s assistance.

Gu Qingcheng did not compete for one. She consciously stayed on Chu Hao’s War Chariot, reveling in the pleasure of his protection.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Magical Cannons fired, unleashing energy blasts the size of houses, with a destructive force even more terrifying than the High Priest had described. After just the first round of fire, the Iron Bull Tribe’s forces suffered a loss of thirty percent of their War Generals, while around ten percent of War Kings were severely injured; only those with Venerable Level combat power remained unscathed.

"Retreat! Retreat!" the High Priest hurriedly shouted.

"Hahaha, if you wish to die, then come on over!" A War Chariot rose into the sky, on it a tall man with thick black hair and eyes displaying the phenomena of the sun, moon, and stars. His skin glowed as if he were a Son of God.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a Sword Qi a hundred meters long that slashed towards Chu Hao.

Chu Hao quickly maneuvered his War Chariot back. Now that the High Priest and the others had retreated, any further advance by him and Fu Xue would be a deep incursion alone.

However, when he saw another person on the enemy’s War Chariot, a fierce killing intent blazed in his eyes.

It was a woman with a slender figure, prominent bosom, skin like jade, quite beautiful.

Nangong Rou!

Indeed, an "old friend," who had once betrayed Chu Hao. When they met again, it was during the contention for the Fledgling Dragon List. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible to kill an opponent during the contest, and after it ended, she fled swiftly and thereafter vanished.

Unexpectedly, they met here.

She seemed to have fared well, attaching herself to a man like a Heavenly God.

Nangong Rou also spotted Chu Hao and couldn’t help but reveal a scornful smile.

In the past, she had cruelly betrayed Chu Hao for a Middle-Grade Earth-Level Cultivation Technique, but nowadays, she would not even consider such a technique worth her attention, for she had attached herself to a Heaven-Talented individual from the Gu Clan, who could casually gift her High-Grade Earth-Level Techniques.

"Who is that guy?" Chu Hao stopped the War Chariot and turned to ask Gu Qingcheng.

"Zhu Chunlei from Thunder State, very strong! Very strong!" Gu Qingcheng emphasized with two "very strong". (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)