Chapter 1893: This Emperor

Halfway through writing, my computer went into automatic update mode—what a headache.

“Who are you calling out!?” Below the stage, a green-haired man glared and slammed the table as he stood up.

“You, the green-haired one. Dare to fight? This Emperor will teach you how to behave.” Shi Hao pointed at him, exuding an unrivaled, domineering aura.

Damn it! That creature was truly infuriated. Out of nowhere, he’d been branded with the nickname “Green Hair.” Everyone here was a figure of status—becoming a Supreme wasn’t easy, and all of them carried themselves with dignity. Even their titles were either elegant or majestic.

But this guy just casually threw around “Yellow Hair” and “Green Hair”—who could stand that?

No wonder Jin Xu had been so furious, dead set on clashing with him and storming straight into the arena. There was a reason for it. The green-haired man thought to himself, then couldn’t stay seated any longer.

“Green Hair, I’m talking about you! Weren’t you just shouting down there? Come up and fight! This Emperor will suppress you with one arm, creating a legendary tale—defeating Yellow Hair and Green Hair in a single day. Oh, and there’s still White Hair, Purple Hair, and Blue Hair to come!” Shi Hao shouted.

The crowd below was anything but calm.

Among them, some silver-haired, purple-haired, and blue-haired cultivators turned green in the face, itching to rush the stage and instantly suppress him, obliterating him on the spot.

This kid was just too infuriating. Everyone was on edge.

Shi Hao had never planned to endure humiliation in the Immortal Domain. Since the four old monsters had laid their cards on the table, he had no worries.

Here, even if he abandoned his dignity and bowed his head, would he earn respect? Unlikely. Rather than waiting for others to spare him, he’d rather laugh, curse, and fight back.

Right now, he was playing the fool, but he wouldn’t let himself be wronged. He just didn’t care—if someone showed hostility, he retaliated immediately.

“I’ll fight you!” Sure enough, the green-haired man couldn’t stay composed any longer. He stood up and strode toward the arena.

“Wait! Do you have Immortal Source? This Emperor doesn’t kill the poor—always merciful,” Shi Hao called out, blocking his advance.

Some cursed under their breaths. Merciful? This was pure greed, eyeing someone else’s wealth.

“You—” The green-haired man pointed at him, truly at a loss for words.

“Yellow Hair, don’t rush off yet. Let me tally up first, see if the Immortal Source you left behind is enough,” Shi Hao called out to Jin Xu.

Jin Xu staggered, nearly tripping.

Before stepping onto the stage, the green-haired youth summoned a pile of Immortal Source with a clatter—some floating midair, others pressing down on the ground, radiant and mystical, glowing with iridescent light.

Those Immortal Sources resembled miniature suns, exuding dense vitality.

“A bit more than Yellow Hair’s, but still not much,” Shi Hao remarked, nodding reluctantly before agreeing to the fight.

Boom!

In an instant, divine vines shot out from the green-haired man’s side, transforming into chains of the Great Dao, coiling toward Shi Hao. He struck the moment he stepped onto the stage.

“Good timing!” Shi Hao met the attack head-on.

This was a fierce “dragon versus tiger” battle, lasting over nine hundred rounds. Shi Hao unleashed divine radiance from his palm, blasting the green-haired man away, blood gushing from his nose and mouth as he crashed onto the arena floor.

“You’re only slightly stronger than Yellow Hair. Compared to me? Still far off. Go train for another thousand years!” Shi Hao declared, panting and drenched in sweat.

The crowd watched him speechlessly. Exhausted after nine hundred rounds, yet still claiming to be far superior? That was peak hypocrisy.

Bai Ze and Zi Kun silently cursed, thinking this guy was downright shameless—clearly baiting others into fighting.

The two Supremes from the Ao Clan also wore sour expressions, but they couldn’t exactly speak the truth—what happened back then was too embarrassing.

With a clatter, Shi Hao collected the pile of Immortal Source.

“Wait, don’t forget the Chaos Inn’s ten percent cut,” the innkeeper reminded, having been so engrossed in the fight he nearly forgot.

“Innkeeper, is that Celestial No. 1 Immortal King’s abode for sale? I might want to buy it later,” Shi Hao said.

The innkeeper rolled his eyes. Immortal King abodes were rare even in Pan King City—who could afford one?

Others were equally dumbfounded, staring at him. This guy actually had the audacity to covet an Immortal King’s abode?

Only the Banished Immortal and Princess Yueyao understood his intentions. They could tell that despite his act, Shi Hao genuinely wanted an Immortal King’s abode.

“Fine, how about settling for a True Immortal’s abode? But only if you guarantee it’ll still function after I take it to the lower realm—no drying up,” Shi Hao proposed.

“Young man, be realistic. These things are priceless treasures. Do you know how many thriving, life-bearing stars must be drained to create a single True Immortal’s abode?” The innkeeper stroked his mustache.

Shi Hao was shocked. True Immortal abodes required such devastation? That meant destroying countless inhabited stars!

And this was just a small inn—how precious was it?

As for an Immortal King’s abode, Shi Hao couldn’t even fathom its creation.

“Anyone else dare to fight me?” Shi Hao shouted.

Below, the Banished Immortal and Princess Yueyao sighed. This was truly a monster—stirring chaos in the lower realm, now wreaking havoc in the Immortal Domain.

At the same time, they tensed. Rumors had it that the Ao Clan’s young lord had grown distant from a goddess he once favored, growing closer to Qing Yi. Could that be why “Huang” had appeared?

Exchanging glances, they both thought: Huang was no pushover. Heaven forbid he caused a major storm!

“I’ll fight you!” Sure enough, someone outside the arena couldn’t stand him and stepped forward.

“Hold on, let me rest. Two battles in a row—even an Immortal King would be spitting blood by now!” Shi Hao declared shamelessly.

Many scoffed. This guy’s face was thicker than a city wall. An Immortal King spitting blood? Beings of that tier could wage war for years without rest. Legendary Immortal Kings had fought for millennia, standing tall until death.

Soon, the battle began, ending after a thousand rounds with the challenger’s crushing defeat. He left behind a pile of Immortal Source and stormed off.

“Three consecutive wins—who dares challenge me?” Shi Hao stood proudly in the arena, gathering hatred.

His brazen attitude rubbed many the wrong way.

However, Bai Ze and Zi Kun acknowledged his words weren’t empty—he had the strength to back them up.

Even the Ao Clan’s two Supremes had to admit privately: this young man was formidable, not just arrogant.

“White Hair, Purple Hair, Blue Hair—your turn?” Shi Hao pointed at a few individuals.

With such provocation, it was impossible not to draw opponents. One after another, challengers stepped up, but none could defeat him.

After six straight victories, Shi Hao waved his hand. “That’s enough. No more fights!”

“No way!” Many protested.

True powerhouses hadn’t even stepped forward yet. Losing to a lower-realm cultivator from a barren land was a blow to their pride.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Shi Hao replied.

“Why? Weren’t you just boasting as ‘This Emperor’? Scared now?” someone taunted.

“Scared? Hardly. I just hate that the Chaos Inn takes a ten percent cut from every fight. Why should they?” Shi Hao retorted.

This miser!

The crowd was speechless. Who haggled over something like this? Every arena took a cut!

The innkeeper was equally baffled. This was a first—someone bargaining over commission.

“What do you propose?” someone asked.

“Let’s switch inns. This place feels too shady,” Shi Hao said gravely.

You’re the shady one! The innkeeper nearly retorted but held back. Today’s crowd and fights were great for business.

Forcing a smile, he said, “If this young brother is unhappy, we can adjust—reduce the commission.”

“How much?”

“How about…”

“Still too much!”

“Then…”

The crowd gaped as they watched the haggling.

Were these even cultivators? Supreme beings of the human path, reduced to bargaining like merchants?

“Seriously, it’s just a small cut. Every arena does it,” someone pointed out.

“Buzz off. If you’re unhappy, fight me later!” Shi Hao waved dismissively.

In the end, the innkeeper agreed to reduce the commission to five percent—if Shi Hao could win six more fights.

This was a private deal. If others knew the innkeeper was rooting for Shi Hao’s streak, they’d be furious.

That day, the name “Huang” spread throughout the region, drawing crowds to the Chaos Inn.

Soon, word reached Pan King City’s bustling districts: a cultivator named Huang, claiming to be a Supreme, was undefeated in the human path.

Many were shaken—True Immortal clans, geniuses from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Huang had appeared out of nowhere, storming Pan King City and crushing elites left and right.

Even Immortal King families took notice, intrigued by this anomaly.

Qing Yi heard the news—Shi Hao had arrived in the Immortal Domain and entered Pan King City. Her heart trembled as she hurried toward the royal city.

Ao Qian, the Ao Clan’s young lord, emerged from seclusion, riding a war chariot to Pan King City for the Peach Banquet.

Meanwhile, Pan Yi, the Pan Clan’s genius, left seclusion upon hearing the news and descended upon the Chaos Inn.