Destined Martial God

"Zhao Ji, looks like your memory still hasn't recovered from the staff technique from a while ago. Even now, you still don't know the limits of the heavens."    

Yu Haoran, who had long known that Zhao Ji would intervene, had already taken out his purple gold rod when he was about to jump high into the sky, preparing for his sneak attack.    

Although the purple-gold staff could not be considered a real magic tool, when the Tower Spirit refined the purple-gold staff, he took into account the terrifying power produced by the One Heavenly staff technique and specially refined it to the point where the hardness and strength of the purple-gold staff were not inferior to that of the top-grade sage realm magic tools.    

As a result, Yu Haoran who did not use Sky Strike, immediately used the purple rod in his hand to dissipate the cold Qi, which reached the power of the ninth stage of Martial King.    

It was precisely through this sliver of sword light that Yu Haoran was truly certain that Zhao Ji's cultivation had truly reached the peak of the ninth stage of Martial King.    

"Boom!"    

The Chinese macaque that heavily smashed into the ground of Hundred Feet Peak immediately caused the entire mountain to shake.    

Following that, Yu Haoran waved the purple rod in his hand and threatened with a booming voice.    

"Zhao Ji, do you believe that the one rod technique I will be using will be aimed at the peak of the Hundred Feet Peak?!"    

"I believe you!"    

Against everyone's expectations, when faced with Yu Haoran's threat, not only did Zhao Ji nod his head, his face even revealed a trace of a happy smile.    

Then, he took out a crystal clear, butt-sized piece of jade and flicked it into the air with his middle finger.    

"Yu Haoran, if you are unable to transform into a Chinese macaque, then what ability or means can you use to threaten me!"    

As the buttons that were bounced in the air exploded, a colorful energy barrier suddenly appeared in the previously empty sky of Hundred Feet Peak.    

The moment the energy barrier appeared, Yu Haoran, who had transformed into Chinese macaque, instantly felt the large amount of golden ape blood essence in his body being forcefully suppressed, and finally condensing into a drop of refined blood that floated in his body. This also caused him to gradually be forced out of the beast transformation.    

Looking at Yu Haoran who had returned to his original state, an extremely proud smile surfaced on Zhao Ji's face.    

"Yu Haoran, Junior Disciple Yu, I wonder what kind of strength you still have to ignore the crowd present and use to threaten my dignified Hundred Feet Sect's Clan Master!" Zhao Ji asked arrogantly.    

"Zhao Ji, you are just a soft guy who only dared to show off your strength in front of me with the help of a woman. How dare you question me!"    

, who had been forced back to his original appearance, didn't seem to be the least bit nervous as he put away his purple gold staff and mocked with a look of disdain.    

"Yu Haoran, you're courting death!"    

's naked humiliation made Zhao Ji's heart burn with fury. At the same time, he suddenly slapped the armrest of his throne, as if he was going to move it.    

However, when facing Zhao Ji who was about to make a move, not only was Yu Haoran not nervous at all, he even directly walked over to sit under the Vice Sect Leader Lie Yan. He could be considered the seventh in Hundred Feet Sect's thirty-seventh bloodline, which was in front of Guo Deshu, whom he had almost killed.    

"Get up!" Coldly staring at Guo De Mu, Yu Haoran shouted with killing intent.    

"You!" In the face of Yu Haoran's scolding, the him who had finally suppressed the fear in his heart, was instantly angered to the point where he did not know what to say.    

Although Yu Haoran had used the jade from before to restrict his secret transformation technique and was temporarily unable to transform into a strange beast, thinking back to when he used that pair of huge feet that contained the peak of the seventh stage of Martial King s, Guo Degang still chose to give in and leave, leaving his original position.    

Just as he stood up to leave, he officially represented Qing Yunfeng in the seventh place of the thirty-seven factions of the Hundred Feet Sect.    

Seeing that Yu Haoran had completely disregarded him, Zhao Ji suddenly stood up, intending to immediately take action and eliminate Yu Haoran.    

However, the Great Elder Zhao Haocheng, who was sitting beside him, coughed lightly with the power of his soul before using his spiritual will to send a message.    

"Sovereign, don't forget the true purpose of this year's Faction Summit."    

After receiving Great Elder Zhao Haocheng's secret sound transmission, Zhao Ji took a deep breath, and finally suppressed the burning anger in his heart, and sat back down on the throne.    

But just at this moment, a lazy voice, which Zhao Ji had barely managed to suppress with great difficulty, nearly exploded once again.    

"That Sect Leader Zhao, we are all very busy, if you have anything to say, please say it as soon as possible. I still need to go back and bathe the Black Bear that Qing Yunfeng gave me!" Yu Haoran, who was originally sitting on Guo De Shu's throne, had an extremely relaxed expression as he ridiculed.    

"Clan Master, Yu Haoran is purposefully provoking you so that you will lose your cool!"    

It was a good thing that Zhao Haocheng, who had a strong state of mind, was not affected at all. With a timely reminder, Zhao Ji was still able to endure the anger that had burned to his chest.    

Glancing coldly at Yu Haoran, Zhao Ji took a deep breath, and asked with a steady voice.    

"First Elder, do you know where the various faction's Peak Masters are currently seated?"    

The ruins of the treasury in front of them were placed in front of everyone without moving an inch. Other than the few disciples who had never been to Hundred Feet Peak before, no one knew about the thirty-five Peak Masters at the scene.    

But no one dared to echo Zhao Ji in on his previous question.    

After all, the strength that Yu Haoran had displayed just now was too terrifying, and they did not have any treasures that Zhao Ji could restrict him from transforming.    

If he really wanted to offend Yu Haoran, Yu Haoran would find trouble with him afterwards. Then, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?    

Therefore, everyone could only choose to remain silent.    

"Sect Leader Zhao, to prevent anyone from answering your question and to make you feel more embarrassed, let me answer this question!"    

The entire scene was silent for a full minute, and seeing that no one spoke, Yu Haoran took up the conversation with good intentions.    

"This is the place used by the Hundred Feet Peak to act as a monkey for guests, but until now, we have not seen anyone who acted as a monkey. Could it be that Sect Leader Zhao is treating us as monkeys, and is treating us as monkey people?"    

But what kind of person was Yu Haoran? He was a narrow-minded, petty person who would take revenge on his own behalf. How could he possibly smooth things over for Zhao Ji?    

Zhao Ji treated his own people like monkeys, but he, Zhao Ji, was just a monkey man.    

Although everyone present knew that Yu Haoran was distorting what he meant, they still felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts.    

"Yu Haoran, shut up!"    

Seeing that Yu Haoran was willing to distort his intentions and incite the crowd's dissatisfaction with him, the Zhao Ji who had already lost his head from anger had long forgotten about Zhao Haocheng's previous warning, and roared at Yu Haoran with overflowing killing intent.    

"Zhao Ji, the real reason you are convening this summit, isn't it because you want to borrow the pressure of the various Peak Masters to force me, Yu Haoran, or perhaps you want my master to agree to a life and death battle between Qing Yunfeng and the Hundred Feet Peak!"    

Facing Zhao Ji's murderous move, Yu Haoran also stood up, and replied with an unyielding tone.    

Amongst the more than thirty Peak Masters present, other than Gao Luanping who had guessed at what Zhao Ji was thinking about and the two Vice Sect Masters, the remaining Peak Masters looked at Zhao Ji with incomparable shock after hearing that he had engaged in a factional life-and-death battle.    

Ever since the creation of the Hundred Feet Sect, there had only been two real life-and-death battles between the factions. However, those two life-and-death battles had occurred because the hatred between the factions had accumulated for hundreds of years and had reached the point where there would only be one death.