Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 218 - 217 Strive with All Effort

Chapter 218: Chapter 217 Strive with All Effort

Getting the expected answer, Song Taishan smiled amiably at everyone and looked at Lin Hao: "Young Master Lin, do you have any concerns left?"

"None." Lin Hao smiled slightly. With his level of strength, if he were to seriously clash with Song Taishan, perhaps he wouldn’t be his match for the time being.

But the next move shouldn’t be a big problem.

"Alright, Young Master Lin, are you ready?" Song Taishan stroked his beard, stable as a mountain, as his primordial Qi surged while he spoke.

His garments and hair began to flow slowly, a gust of wind blowing by his side.

The primordial Qi around him was like a whirlwind, making a whirring sound.

When his aura reached its peak, he abruptly made his move.

A single palm!

As he raised his hand, his palm could faintly be seen changing color under the pressure of primordial Qi, emitting a white light.

The power of this palm was well controlled; nothing around was damaged, not a trace of force was projected elsewhere.

All of it.

All the power was brought down on Lin Hao.

Lin Hao summoned all his focus to face this palm, choosing not to defend but to clash head-on. His eyes, in a flash, became incredibly sharp, like twin swords, astonishingly penetrating.

"Heavenly Fist!"

He roared in his heart, his fingers clenched, and all the primordial Qi in his body was released without any guard.

"Swish!"

A sound of breaking through the sky rang out. This was Lin Hao’s first time using all his strength since his rebirth, delivering a punch so fast it seemed to break the space, visually striking.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, everyone stood up, staring at Lin Hao in shock.

This punch was too terrifying!

It completely surpassed the scope of a Grandmaster!

The Primordial Qi Masters in the arena broke out in a cold sweat; self-reflectively, they doubted they could withstand such a punch.

"Martial Technique, what a powerful Martial Technique." He was shaken internally—only he and Song Taishan could see that Lin Hao had employed a Martial Technique.

Originally.

Song Taishan, fearing injuring Lin Hao, had only used sixty percent of his strength.

At this moment, he was compelled to enhance his power, or else, he might lose!

"Boom."

His primordial Qi trembled, and the next second, his strength dramatically increased, putting forward 120% of his focus and delivering a palm.

"Bang!"

In less than a fraction of a breath, the two collided.

Strangely.

For a moment, both seemed to freeze.

Palm against fist.

Stuck together.

Unmoving.

Three seconds later.

"Thud thud thud..."

Lin Hao suddenly staggered backward, unable to stop retreating.

Only after retreating more than twenty steps did he barely come to a stop.

"That’s it!"

Numerous people gasped, their eyes glued to Lin Hao, expressions vivid with excitement.

Lin Hao had actually withstood a move from Song Taishan.

"Cough!"

Just then, Song Taishan, who had stood still, suddenly coughed violently.

Following that, a trickle of fresh blood seeped from his mouth.

"Crack!"

Then, a sound of fracturing bones came from his hand, loud and clear.

"Taishan!"

In an instant, Song Qinghong stood up and walked towards Song Taishan.

"Grandpa!"

"Great-grandpa!"

"Dad!"

Simultaneously, Song Taishan’s descendants cried out in panic.

Song Taishan quickly raised his hand, stopping everyone from coming forward: "I’m fine, it’s just a minor injury."

He spoke slowly and aged.

In a moment, everyone was dumbstruck.

A minor injury?

Song Taishan is injured?!

Although they noticed that something was off with Song Taishan, some still speculated it was an old injury. They couldn’t believe that Lin Hao could actually hurt Song Taishan.

Receiving an answer from Song Taishan.

Everyone was at a loss for words.

Song Wubo, Song Ruhai, Song Rujiang, and Song Yuqing, the family stood there dumbfounded.

Buzz.

Almost simultaneously, the phones of Song Ruhai and his family vibrated twice at this moment.

They had already guessed what the message was.

The cause of death of Song Manjiang and Song Wuji.

During the meeting, they had ordered their subordinates to investigate.

Unexpectedly, results came back in less than ten minutes.

Everyone took out their phones and opened the message.

The message was brief.

Died at the hands of a youth.

This youth is called Lin Hao.

The order from above was no retaliation.

Three lines made everyone frown tightly, filled with rage yet daring not to act on it.

Retaliation?

How could they even think of retaliation now?

An eighteen-year-old youth who could injure a revert cultivator with a single punch— with such strength, even if they had a thousand times more courage, they wouldn’t dare seek death!

At this moment, they finally understood why Song Qinghong initially spoke of those topics about underestimating and arrogance.

Not to mention Song Manjiang and Song Wuji, one family head and one future family head.

Every person present, even someone like Song Yuqing, had initially looked down on Lin Hao.

It was normal for Song Manjiang and Song Wuji to underestimate him.

This indeed served as a lesson for the entire Song Family.

Seeing the content of the message, Song Yuqing’s scalp tingled, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.

If time could rewind, she would never utter those disdainful words; she was very, very worried that Lin Hao would seek revenge on her.

Most of the more than three hundred people from the Song Family went to investigate and also got the news; at this moment, they felt like a mixed bag of emotions, unsure of what to say.

Against a miracle-working boy, what more could they say?

They could only accept it!

They finally understood why Song Qinghong decided to hand over the vast Song Family to a youth...

Such a youth overshadowed dozens of youths present by miles.

An unlimited future!

"Hiss..."

"So strong."

"Unexpectedly, not only did he catch it, but he also injured Grandpa Taishan..."

The sounds of sharp intakes of breath rose and fell.

"Everyone quiet down." Song Qinghong helped Song Taishan back to his seat, facing everyone, and said, "Now, does anyone have objections? Is there anyone else who wants to challenge Lin Hao?"

Silence pervaded.

Who would dare to go up at this time?

Even Song Taishan got injured; going up would be no different from seeking death.

Not a single person spoke, the arena was extremely quiet.

Seeing this situation, Lin Hao slightly relaxed.

Now, in his condition, he was genuinely worried about someone coming forward to challenge.

After all, Heavenly Fist was a fist technique created during his last life as the Immortal Emperor, and the power he could exhibit now was not even one billionth of its original strength.

But, even so, it had still drained 99% of his Primordial Qi.

He could only barely maintain standing now; fighting another battle was absolutely impossible.

Facing opponents across two realms with only a single move, Lin Hao had to resort to a desperate tactic that gambles his life.

It’s imaginable how difficult it is to fight across realms.

If the fight were to continue, Lin Hao would undoubtedly be defeated.

With no one daring to come forward and challenge again, Song Qinghong didn’t waste words and directly said, "Then, the third matter I mentioned earlier is unanimously passed."

"Due to urgent circumstances, the ceremony for the Family Head’s succession will be simple. Taishan, you are responsible for helping Guolong with the transition."

"Today’s meeting is hereby adjourned."

With a wave of his hand, he was about to conclude.

"Wait a moment." Suddenly, a figure stood up from below.

Song Qinghong was startled, looking back, and asked with confusion, "Yuqing, what’s the matter?"

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