Chapter 245: The Starlight Circus

“Heavens!” Xuan Lan’s mouth dropped open in shock. “What kind of treasure is this?”

“This is the Ice Silk Wind Chime. It’s completely transparent—something you can only hear, but not see.” The shopkeeper proudly held up three fingers. “It originates from the Northern Universe, which no longer exists. Fewer than ten of these chimes remain in the world. I’m practically selling it at a loss for three million imperial credits.”

“The Ice Silk Wind Chime?” Yang Hao asked doubtfully, staring at it. “Does such a completely transparent object really exist in this world?”

The shopkeeper blew between his fingers again, and the melodious sound echoed once more. He continued boastfully, “This wind chime is no ordinary item. Its main material is ice that never melts, sourced from a planet in the Northern Universe. No matter what environment it faces, this ice will never melt. Artisans then polish it and string it together using the strongest spider silk obtained from soulless spiders, creating this masterpiece. Even if the Northern Universe still existed, a masterpiece like this would produce at most only half a set per year. What woman could possibly resist such a treasure?”

“I want it! I want it!” Xuan Lan’s eyes sparkled with excitement, practically ready to snatch it away. Yang Hao smiled.

The shopkeeper, overjoyed, quickly placed the wind chime into a box and looked at Yang Hao with hopeful eyes.

But Yang Hao’s smile soon turned to embarrassment as he realized he had left in a hurry without bringing his credit card. “Uh… I think I forgot to bring money.”

The shopkeeper’s expression froze. As a shrewd businessman, he wasted no expression, swiftly hiding the box behind his back to prevent any prying eyes.

“In that case, come back with money,” the shopkeeper said coldly. “But something this good might be sold within an hour.”

Before the shopkeeper could finish speaking, Yang Hao waved his hand, and somehow the box flew into his hands in a flash.

“Hey, are you robbing me?!” the shopkeeper jumped up.

Yang Hao gave him a cold stare. “You can come to the Dan Ding Sword Sect later to collect the money. Do you really think I’d stoop to stealing from you?” With that, he strode toward the door.

“Wait, wait!” The shopkeeper, startled, rushed forward in two quick steps to block Yang Hao’s path. “Did you say Dan Ding Sword Sect?”

“What about it?” Yang Hao frowned. “I am Yang Hao of the Dan Ding Sword Sect. Do you think I wouldn’t pay you?”

The shopkeeper was drenched in sweat, stunned for several seconds. The old man never would have imagined that the man before him was none other than Yang Hao, the Undying War God and one of the top ten council members of the Merchant Guild.

Although this shop operated under the Starlight Circus, it still fell under the jurisdiction of the Merchant Guild. If Yang Hao had revealed his identity earlier, the shopkeeper wouldn’t have dared to show even a hint of disrespect.

The shopkeeper immediately bowed respectfully to Yang Hao. “I had no idea the esteemed council member was visiting. I apologize, I apologize.”

Yang Hao was momentarily taken aback. Although he had been a council member for some time, he had never used his status to intimidate others. He hadn’t expected it to carry so much weight.

“Right, a council member wouldn’t owe you money. You can collect it from the sword sect later,” Yang Hao said.

“No, no!” The shopkeeper panicked. “How could I possibly charge you? I’ll give it to you as a gift, absolutely free.” He quickly grabbed a handful of gemstones from the counter and presented them to Xuan Lan with both hands. “These small trinkets are just a little gift. I hope the council member and his lady will enjoy them.”

The council member obviously wouldn’t care, but Xuan Lan seemed quite pleased with being called “the council member’s lady.” She graciously accepted the gemstones, treating them like ordinary trinkets and stuffing them into her handbag.

Yang Hao gave her a sharp look. A princess actually enjoying such a small favor?

“Welcome, Council Member Yang Hao, to visit anytime,” the shopkeeper called out enthusiastically as Yang Hao walked out of the store.

Not far from the store entrance, Princess Xuan Lan suddenly stretched out her hand toward Yang Hao. “Give it to me!”

“Give what?” Yang Hao pretended to be clueless.

“The wind chime!” Xuan Lan pouted. “Didn’t you buy it for me? Hurry up and give it to me. Since you’ve shown such sincerity, I’ll reluctantly forgive your past disrespect.”

Unable to keep up the act, Yang Hao decided to be straightforward. “Who said I bought it for you? I bought it for myself to hang.”

“You, a man, hanging a wind chime?”

“I like it. What’s it to you?” With a flick of his hand, the box disappeared into his robe, leaving Xuan Lan no chance to snatch it back. Besides, Yang Hao had already strutted off toward the Starlight Circus pavilion.

“You!!!” Xuan Lan was furious. She stood there stomping her feet angrily.

But aside from drawing curious glances from passersby, Yang Hao didn’t even spare her a glance. This time, Yang Hao had truly offended Princess Xuan Lan. The cold war between them continued until the Starlight Circus performance began.

However, there were still benefits to being out with a princess. For example, during the performance, they didn’t have to squeeze with the crowd but could sit directly in the best seats in the VIP box, with robots serving them fresh fruit and wine continuously.

But soon after the performance began, Yang Hao’s attention was drawn elsewhere. He noticed that in the VIP box closest to the stage, Lan Ling was sitting, and it was directly facing Zhou Yao’s performance direction. It was obvious that this was Zhou Yao’s doing to please Lan Ling.

Yang Hao seemed to hear Xuan Lan’s cold chuckle beside him. He immediately understood that the princess hadn’t invited him just to watch the performance; she probably wanted him to witness another kind of show.

What kind of performance would unfold between Zhou Yao on stage and Lan Ling in the audience?

Yang Hao coldly watched the stage performance. The crowd roared with applause as if something incredible had happened. In reality, it was just the circus taming some cosmic beasts and having them perform poetic, unimaginable movements.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Yang Hao’s mind—a realization he should have had long ago but had forgotten until now.

The Starlight Circus.

The Star Sword.

Among the Ten Sword Streams, there seemed to be a sword sect called the Starlight Circus, but this sect had never appeared before, so Yang Hao had ignored it for so long. This sect also possessed one of the Ten Divine Swords—the Star Sword.

So, wasn’t this circus troupe right in front of him the very sect?

A strange smile appeared on Yang Hao’s face. The Starlight Circus indeed had some skill. They had become famous through their side business, successfully concealing their identity as one of the Ten Sword Streams.

However, remembering this now was actually good news for Yang Hao, as it finally gave him an excuse to strike back.

If it were just a matter of competing for Lan Ling’s affection, it would be beneath a martial arts master’s dignity. But since this opponent was one of the Ten Sword Streams—the one that had preserved its strength best—Yang Hao had every reason to eliminate them, given his longstanding feud with the Ten Sword Streams.

As Yang Hao was excited about finding a reason to fight, the circus performance reached a new climax.

Dozens of cosmic beasts were driven onto the stage. Several psychic abilities collided, actually creating bursts of ice flowers. Under the purification of these ice flowers, the thick, ugly beasts began to jump in clumsy dances, making the audience laugh uncontrollably.

“Since everyone is so happy, let’s add some more humor,” Yang Hao smirked, maliciously flicking his wrist. Dozens of threads of true energy, filled with aphrodisiac components, flew out like fine silk threads and accurately pierced the beasts’ large noses. With Yang Hao’s current cultivation level, as long as he wished, these threads of energy could act as extremely potent aphrodisiacs, taking effect incredibly quickly.

The stage immediately changed. The circus tamer first noticed the beasts’ intense reactions, no longer obeying commands. Especially the beasts with strong psychic powers began shaking their massive heads and roaring wildly.

The previously choreographed dance formation immediately fell apart.

Gradually, even the tamers were shocked by the beasts’ madness. Some usually docile small creatures began running around wildly, ramming into people.

The audience’s cheers were replaced by gasps of astonishment. Most people stood up, wanting to see what was happening on stage. After all, the Starlight Circus had been performing for nearly a hundred years without a single mishap.

Just as all the circus members rushed onto the stage to forcibly control the beasts, the biggest climax of the day occurred.

The dozens of beasts of different races and colors began mating openly on stage…

This was an unprecedented spectacle. It was well known that although cosmic beasts were not considered intelligent species, they had their own rules and temperaments. Interspecies mating was not only rare but almost impossible, let alone getting along peacefully.

Even with the Starlight Circus’s efforts, these beasts often fought among themselves every few days.

But today, a true miracle occurred. The various beasts, some even harboring enmity toward each other, actually began mating openly on the grand stage.

The most amusing part was that due to the limited number of females, at least two males were pushed aside and ended up embracing each other, creating an unbelievable scene.

“Heavens…”

The audience was nearly driven mad. At this moment, even the Emperor himself couldn’t convince anyone that this was part of the circus’s planned program.

The indecent scene caused parents with children to angrily scold, while some aristocratic young men wildly booed, their jeers shaking the entire circus tent as if it might collapse.

The Starlight Circus, with its century-long history and countless performances across the universe, faced its biggest crisis ever. If this crisis wasn’t resolved, the circus’s prestigious reputation as an artistic institution would be ruined forever.

The culprit, Yang Hao, sat comfortably in the VIP box, watching joyfully as if it had nothing to do with him. Although Xuan Lan was suspicious of the scene, seeing that Yang Hao hadn’t moved at all, she naturally didn’t suspect him.

What made Yang Hao even happier was that Lan Ling, sitting in the front row, was comfortably leaning back in her chair, eyes closed, showing no concern for the circus’s current situation. Clearly, she had no feelings for Zhou Yao.

However, Yang Hao’s happiness seemed a bit premature.

The Starlight Circus had survived for so long because it naturally had many secret techniques, sometimes more than one or two.

Just as everyone tried in vain to subdue the beasts and the audience’s boos reached their peak,

The entire performance area’s lights suddenly went out.

The audience erupted into louder angry shouts and fearful screams. However, these sounds were quickly silenced by the strange phenomenon that followed.

In the darkness, several bright silver lights appeared, like the faint starlight at the beginning of the universe. Amidst the powerful and majestic music, these lights rapidly spread, transforming into dazzling star clouds and an endless Milky Way.

Before everyone’s eyes was a scene of the universe’s creation, the birth and death of stars.

And this scene was performed by a single person wielding a sword.

As soon as the person appeared, Yang Hao couldn’t help but snort in displeasure. Besides Zhou Yao, the “pretty boy,” no one else in the entire Starlight Circus annoyed Yang Hao so much.

What annoyed him even more was the sword in Zhou Yao’s hand—the shining divine weapon, obviously one of the Ten Divine Swords, the Star Sword.

The strange scene continued to unfold above the performance stage. The star clouds seemed to roar as they grew, and grains of planets were born amidst beautiful halos.

These mysterious illusions caused the audience to completely forget what had happened on stage moments ago.

As a martial arts master of Yang Hao’s level, he could see even more clearly that Zhou Yao wasn’t just performing. Each sword movement could refract massive energy and accurately strike a specific beast in the darkness. In just a short while, those dozens of beasts had likely already been killed by him.

The Star Sword’s ability seemed to allow the user to refract the power of the stars in the universe during its use.

And the sword technique Zhou Yao was now displaying was the famous “Brilliant as Starlight” sword technique from the Ten Sword Streams. This sword technique was not only powerful but also created an exceptionally beautiful scene when used. Zhou Yao had used this sword technique to enter the ranks of young martial arts masters and had even won the hearts of many beauties.

With a single set of the Brilliant as Starlight sword technique, Zhou Yao effortlessly resolved the biggest crisis in the Starlight Circus’s history. His graceful posture in the air triggered countless girls’ screams, even making Xuan Lan’s eyes sparkle. Fortunately, Lan Ling in front remained indifferent with her eyes closed, otherwise Yang Hao would have definitely exploded with anger.

But the outburst was inevitable. Zhou Yao’s next action completely ignited Yang Hao’s suppressed anger.

Just as the Brilliant as Starlight sword dance ended and the beasts on the performance stage were cleared away, under the dazzling glow of the starlight, Zhou Yao, like a superstar, stretched out his arms and slowly descended from the air.

He landed right in front of Lan Ling. When Zhou Yao stood smiling before Lan Ling, a huge bouquet of flowers suddenly appeared in his hands.

Zhou Yao knelt on one knee before Lan Ling, offering her the bouquet of over a thousand flowers.

This unexpected scene drove all the female spectators wild with excitement. Such a romantic scene appearing before their eyes, with the brightest star of the performance actually kneeling before them—how could any woman resist?

Xuan Lan finally broke into a radiant smile. She naturally knew about this scene in advance; otherwise, she wouldn’t have dragged Yang Hao to watch. Xuan Lan wanted Yang Hao to know that Lan Ling didn’t belong to him—she never did.

“Zhou Yao is so handsome, isn’t he?” Xuan Lan said with ill intent. “He and Lan Ling have been childhood sweethearts. The elders arranged their marriage when they were young. After today, they might get married anytime. You…”

Before Princess Xuan Lan could finish her sentence, she was surprised to find that Yang Hao, who had been sitting beside her just moments ago with a gloomy expression, had already disappeared.

Lan Ling was indeed somewhat surprised. She had come to watch the performance today as arranged by Xuan Lan. Although she knew Zhou Yao would try some tricks, she hadn’t expected him to go this far.

When Zhou Yao placed the bouquet of over a thousand flowers before Lan Ling, the woman didn’t show the slightest sign of joy, merely sighing softly. She sighed for the flower-giver, who was not the one in her heart.

If the person before her were Yang Hao instead of Zhou Yao, Lan Ling would probably wake up from sleep with a happy smile. But it wasn’t.

Lan Ling placed her hands before her chest, letting Zhou Yao kneel without showing the slightest sign of acceptance.

But Zhou Yao was in high spirits. This move wasn’t new to him. Whenever he used it, it never failed to completely dazzle the girls, leaving them at his mercy afterward.

So Zhou Yao was confident that his charm would work on women. It was just a matter of waiting for the right moment.

It was precisely this thought that led Zhou Yao to prepare to add some sweet words: “Little Ling, I…”

Thus began Zhou Yao’s tragic life. Just as he started speaking, he suddenly felt his hands lighten—the massive bouquet of over a thousand flowers abruptly vanished.

Lan Ling lifted her head just in time to see the shattered flower petals drifting down. Then, her hand was already grasped tightly by someone, leaving no room for escape.

Lan Ling had no intention of pulling away.

Yang Hao’s anger had reached its peak. While Xuan Lan was speaking, he had already been on the verge of losing control. When he flew to Lan Ling’s side, Zhou Yao had just begun to speak. Therefore, the bouquet of flowers became the first victim of Yang Hao’s sword.

If Lan Ling hadn’t willingly allowed Yang Hao to hold her hand, Zhou Yao wouldn’t have survived the next second.

“You… who are you?” Zhou Yao stood up in shock. His expression wasn’t much better than the surrounding audience’s. However, after asking this foolish question, he recognized Yang Hao’s identity and quickly swallowed the threatening words he was about to say.

Yang Hao’s expression was cold enough to freeze the entire world: “I told you, Lan Ling is my woman.”

“I… I…” Zhou Yao was forced back two steps by Yang Hao’s murderous gaze. Relying on being on his own turf, he tried to speak defiantly. “I am the one…”

The surrounding people also recognized Yang Hao. Most of them were aristocrats from the imperial capital, naturally well aware of this rising new star. Many women began whispering.

“The Undying War God is here.”

“So the rumors about the Undying War God and the number one beauty are true.”

“It seems Yang Hao is much handsomer than Zhou Yao…”

Hearing the whispers around him, Zhou Yao’s face changed dramatically: “You really are the Undying War God Yang Hao?”

“Lan Ling is my woman.” Yang Hao emphasized each word. “Leave the imperial capital now, or you’ll be carried out in a coffin.”

This was the first time in his life that Zhou Yao had been so humiliated, especially in his own circus. Even if this man were just a clay idol, he probably couldn’t stand it anymore. Zhou Yao, after all, was one of the top young martial artists, and although he might not be as skilled as Lan Ling, his sword techniques were nothing to scoff at in ordinary circumstances.

“The Undying War God?” Zhou Yao brandished the Star Sword. “No one is truly immortal under my Brilliant as Starlight sword technique.”

“Is that so?” Yang Hao smiled.

Lan Ling looked at Zhou Yao with a sympathetic gaze. Honestly, although she had no feelings for Zhou Yao, having grown up together, she didn’t want to see him die in front of her. So she carefully tugged at Yang Hao’s hand, hoping he would show mercy despite his jealousy.

Seeing the man she loved getting furious on her behalf was indeed a woman’s happiness.

Just as Yang Hao was distracted by Lan Ling’s gesture, Zhou Yao launched his Brilliant as Starlight sword technique. The unimaginable stellar brilliance erupted from the divine sword, slicing toward Yang Hao’s body in the most beautiful arc.

Zhou Yao’s entire body seemed to be enveloped in a halo of starlight, incredibly dazzling.

The audience erupted in gasps. Everyone saw that when Yang Hao turned his head, Zhou Yao had already launched a surprise attack, and the distance was so close that Yang Hao couldn’t even draw his sword to defend.

Was the myth of the Undying War God really about to end here?

Everyone forgot that Yang Hao’s sword didn’t need to be drawn. The Shadow Moon was hidden within Yang Hao’s body, ready to be unsheathed at a moment’s thought.

Therefore, when the almost unstoppable power of the Shadow Moon surged forth, Zhou Yao, along with his beautiful sword technique, flew out like a dead leaf, spewing a spray of blood into the air.

Zhou Yao flew a full thirty meters, landing in the middle of the performance stage, unable to even stand up, only emitting pitiful groans.

“Sword techniques are useless if they’re just pretty,” Yang Hao sneered, releasing Lan Ling’s hand and discreetly swallowing a sword pill at a speed imperceptible to others.

“Thousand Miles, One Flow, One Kill!!” Yang Hao slowly pronounced the name of the sword move. As he spoke, the bloodthirsty power surged, making everything around him tremble. Fortunately, Lan Ling was able to remain steady, otherwise, the audience would have been crushed by Yang Hao’s overwhelming power.

The sword light of the Thousand Miles Flow Kill surged forth, transforming into a blood-red sword beam that cleaved toward Zhou Yao in the middle of the stage. This invincible sword technique was difficult even for the Sword Master Group’s leader to resist, let alone the helpless Zhou Yao.

Clang!!

An astonishing sword strike was intercepted mid-air.

Yang Hao shot forward like an arrow, colliding with the person who intercepted the sword light three times in succession. Dazzling Saint Domain light blossomed simultaneously on both of them.

When the two separated, people were astonished to find that facing Yang Hao was Zhou Chuanqian, the leader of the Starlight Circus. The old man also radiated Saint Domain light like Yang Hao, revealing himself as a peak-level Saint Domain expert.

From their swift exchange, it was clear that Yang Hao had the upper hand. At this moment, Yang Hao stood proudly, the Shadow Moon whirring above his head, while Zhou Chuanqian had blood at the corner of his mouth, panting heavily.

But regardless, being able to witness a duel between two peak-level Saint Domain experts was already a rare and precious sight. The noble audience around them erupted into wild applause, treating this scene as the climax of the performance.

Zhou Chuanqian wore a bitter expression. He only realized how powerful Yang Hao was after intercepting his series of attacks—power that was beyond imagination. He finally understood why the Ghost Elder had returned in defeat, even suffering a significant loss of strength.

Yang Hao’s strength was simply beyond ordinary comprehension. The peak of the Saint Domain was merely his current realm, combined with the丹鼎门 (Dan Ding Sect’s) techniques, sword pills, and the power of the Shadow Moon divine weapon. Yang Hao didn’t even need to use his fire element 奥义 (mystic techniques) to wreak havoc.

If Zhou Chuanqian himself weren’t a peak-level Saint Domain expert, he would have been killed in that round of attacks. Saving Zhou Yao would have been impossible; even escaping would have been a miracle.

In the Elder Council, there were originally only nine peak-level Saint Domain experts—known as the Nine Executive Elders. Zhou Chuanqian, as the leader of one of the Ten Sword Streams, was originally just an ordinary Elder at the Saint Domain level. However, during his recent travels, he had encountered many extraordinary opportunities, some even related to the Emperor himself. In short, Zhou Chuanqian had recently advanced to the peak of the Saint Domain and had become the tenth peak-level expert in the Elder Council.

In theory, someone at this level should be invincible in the world. Unfortunately, Zhou Chuanqian had the misfortune of encountering Yang Hao, this little demon, whose strength was already overwhelmingly powerful—beyond anyone’s ability to suppress.

Therefore, Zhou Chuanqian could only sigh, wondering why he had to oppose Yang Hao.

Facing the mighty Yang Hao and the roaring cheers of the surrounding crowd, Zhou Chuanqian’s heart trembled. He humbly bowed to Yang Hao:

“Lord Yang, why must you always oppose my nephew?”

“That depends on him—why does he always cling to my woman?” Yang Hao’s words were loud and unambiguous, startling Lan Ling and the surrounding people.

Now, everyone in the empire knew that Yang Hao had been promised in marriage to Princess Xuan Lan and would soon wed. In this world, besides Xuan Lan, who else dared to claim to be Yang Hao’s woman? Even if Yang Hao had rumors or lovers, he should know better than to openly declare it.

In an instant, the gazes of ten thousand spectators fell upon Lan Ling. If these gazes were beams of light, Lan Ling would have been roasted to death.

But Yang Hao wasn’t finished. He spoke even louder, making sure everyone in the room could clearly hear: “Lan Ling—she is my woman!”

“Hmph!” The surrounding crowd erupted into an uproar. Some mischief-makers noticed that Princess Xuan Lan was also sitting in the VIP box. Instantly, the imagination of two women sharing one husband ran wild.

The nobles were willing to bet that before tomorrow, this news would flood the internet and gossip magazines.

The Undying War God Yang Hao took his fiancée to watch a performance but fought over another woman. Such news was simply too sensational. Especially when the gossip involved two of the capital’s three most beautiful women.

Even Zhou Chuanqian couldn’t help but worry for Yang Hao: “Since Lord Yang is about to marry the princess, why do you insist Lan Ling is your woman? Everyone in the capital knows that Lan Ling is betrothed to my nephew Zhou Yao.”

“Engagements are meant to be broken.” Yang Hao didn’t even intend to spare Xuan Lan any face. “If the Starlight Circus wants to survive, stay away from my woman.”

“But…” Zhou Chuanqian tried to plead further.

Lan Ling suddenly stood up, her expression extremely displeased, likely angered by the malicious gazes directed at her.

“I never agreed to the Elder Council’s engagement,” Lan Ling said to Zhou Chuanqian. “So please, Elder Zhou, don’t mention it again.”

Before Yang Hao could even show a satisfied smile, Lan Ling’s next words arrived:

“I am not Lord Yang Hao’s woman either. You should marry the princess as soon as possible.”

With that, Lan Ling turned and walked away without looking back. Soon after, Princess Xuan Lan rushed out of the VIP box as well, her face filled with anxiety as she followed Lan Ling. It was clear that although Xuan Lan was somewhat scheming, she still cared for her best friend.

Yang Hao was already furious, and now Lan Ling had stolen his thunder. As he watched Lan Ling’s back disappear and slowly turned back to face Zhou Chuanqian, the old man’s heart trembled once more.

“Good, you’re both very good,” Yang Hao said, a sinister smile appearing on his face.

“Lord Yang, if you really want to fight, I naturally can’t stop you. But there are tens of thousands of innocent people around us. Please think carefully.”

Zhou Chuanqian’s words weren’t just empty threats. A battle between two peak-level Saint Domain experts could not only harm innocents but might even destroy half the imperial capital.

Yang Hao’s eyes flared, and the Shadow Moon buzzed loudly.

Zhou Chuanqian quickly prepared himself, fearing Yang Hao might impulsively attack. But to his surprise, Yang Hao didn’t make even the slightest move. However, Zhou Chuanqian could still feel a scorching killing intent in the air behind him, and the audience erupted into earth-shaking screams.

Zhou Chuanqian hastily turned around, just in time to see a massive fireball appear out of nowhere and smash into Zhou Yao’s body with unstoppable force.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” Zhou Yao barely had time to let out a piercing scream before his entire body was engulfed in flames. Even more terrifying, the flames rapidly exploded.

Yang Hao’s mastery of the explosive technique had reached the point where he could summon it at will.

Zhou Chuanqian now realized that Yang Hao had merely been distracting him—the real killing blow was aimed at Zhou Yao. By the time Zhou Chuanqian rushed back to help his nephew extinguish the fire and control the explosion, Zhou Yao’s entire body was charred black, barely breathing. Though not dead, he was effectively a cripple.

“Yang Hao!!!” Zhou Chuanqian roared in fury.

The old man had no children, and the entire Zhou family was sparsely populated, with only Zhou Yao as the heir across several generations. This was the entire family’s hope.

If Zhou Yao was crippled, who would carry on the Zhou family and the Starlight Circus?

Even if Zhou Chuanqian were made of paper, seeing his nephew in this state would ignite his rage. He bellowed in anger, determined to fight Yang Hao to the death.

“Yang Hao!! I will kill you!!”

But the performance stage was already empty. After landing his strike, Yang Hao didn’t linger for a moment, rushing off urgently to appease his girlfriend, completely indifferent to the Zhou family’s future.