Universe's Ultimate BOSS
Chapter 674: 672: The Dead Duck's Stubbornness

Chapter 674: Chapter 672: The Dead Duck’s Stubbornness

Star Domain.

Sky Yang Star System.

High-level race Star System.

With Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao, his two underlings, Wang Hao arrived on a planet.

Qian Wanyang transformed into the size of a normal person, and Chen Yao also retracted the six wings behind him. They weren’t afraid of attracting attention from others, but rather, they feared overshadowing Wang Hao, their boss.

The trio walked down the street where aliens could be seen everywhere. Their structure was similar to humans, but their skin and other features were not necessarily up to human aesthetic standards.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Chen Yao asked, “The Sky Yang Star System is just a high-level race, so how come there are so many aliens here?”

Qian Wanyang frowned, “Among these aliens, not only are there high-level races, but many are also super-level races. Now that they are gathered in the Sky Yang Star System, it really baffles me.”

Wang Hao spoke indifferently, “In the year I was in seclusion, Immortal Second Palace and the four major Divine Races were at each other’s throats. To avoid unnecessary casualties, the higher-ups from both sides decided to have three duels: one among the Divine Realm experts, one among the Heavenly Martial Realm experts, and the last among the Martial God experts, with the location set in the Sky Yang Star System.”

“A duel!?” Qian Wanyang curiously asked, “What does this duel determine? What does the winning side get?”

Wang Hao said softly, “They’ve decided that if Immortal Second Palace wins, then the four major Divine Races must leave the Divine Dao Space unconditionally. However, if the Divine Races win, then Immortal Second Palace must retreat unconditionally and compensate the Divine Races for their losses.”

The two underlings nodded in understanding, but they still couldn’t figure out what this had to do with what Wang Hao said about having “Thoughts are clear, realizing the essence of mind”!

At this moment, the pedestrians on the street were all excitedly watching a very charismatic middle-aged man.

“Look, it’s the young Clan Leader of the Heavenly Saint Divine Race, Chu Feng!”

“I heard that Chu Feng is one of the representatives from the four major Divine Races, participating in the Martial God duel.”

“Then isn’t his opponent in for a hard time? Chu Feng possesses the bloodline inheritance of both the Heavenly Saint and the Heavenly Demon races.”

“The representative from Immortal Second Palace seems to be called Wang Tianyi? ”

“Yes, Wang Tianyi. I’ve heard he’s from the Galaxy Star System.”

“That low-level Human Race!? Are you sure you’re not kidding?”

“It’s true, they say Chu Feng has a personal grudge with Wang Tianyi.”

“What kind of personal grudge?”

“I heard that Lin Shiqi, the young princess from the Tianming Divine Race, had a marriage arrangement with Chu Feng, but she ended up eloping with Wang Tianyi.”

“Damn, a grudge over a stolen wife cannot coexist under the same sky, now there will be a good show to watch.”

“By the way, what’s Wang Tianyi’s cultivation?”

“It’s said that he has reached Martial God Third-level, far behind Chu Feng who is a Martial God Level 9.”

“Doesn’t that mean Immortal Second Palace has already lost one round?”

“……”

Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao were stunned on the spot, finally understanding why Wang Hao didn’t head to the Martial Brilliance Demon God’s heritage site and insisted on coming to the Sky Yang Star System instead. It turned out his dad was going to duel someone.

Qian Wanyang consoled, “Boss, your dad has the inheritance of the Ancient War God, and even if Chu Feng’s cultivation is stronger than your dad’s, he won’t be your dad’s match.”

Chen Yao nodded repeatedly, “Qian Wanyang is right. Your dad has grasped the Divine Dao and has one foot in the threshold of the Divine Realm. One Chu Feng is nothing.”

“Pfft!” Wang Hao sneered, “Who cares about that? I am here just to watch the show. Don’t you guys get any funny ideas, remember, don’t get any funny ideas.”

Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao bitterly laughed, feeling that their boss was indeed saying one thing and thinking another.

Clearly, he was very concerned about his dad, even postponing his trip to the Martial Brilliance Demon God’s heritage site.

He even beat Heavenly Dao half to death the last time because it threatened his family.

But here he had to pretend to be indifferent; didn’t he realize how fake that seemed?

“What’s with that look? Don’t you believe what I’m saying!?” There was a dangerous glint in Wang Hao’s eyes.

Frightened, Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao shook their heads in a hurry, indicating that they truly believed, one hundred percent, that what the boss said was a decree, and they would never doubt anything.

But inwardly they ranted madly, this was the typical stubbornness of a sore loser.

Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction, his mood suddenly improving.

Qian Wanyang changed the subject, “Boss, should we go find your dad now?”

Wang Hao looked disgusted, “Go find him for what? What is our status now? And what is his status? Is he worthy enough to reach so high?”

Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao rubbed their temples, feeling a real headache. This father and son duo, becoming Wang Hao and Wang Tianyi, were indeed a rare sight in this world.

Chen Yao asked, “So boss, what are we doing now?”

Wang Hao watched Chu Feng from afar, feeling that if Immortal Second Palace and the four major Divine Races just stopped fighting like that, no one would lose out more than he would.

Thus, he needed to mess up this duel and escalate the war once more.

“Sigh, different status now, such a hassle to stir up trouble!” Wang Hao sighed with regret. If he could still use his identity as a savior, he could guarantee to ruin this duel within minutes and quickly escalate the war.

But now his aura and appearance had all changed, and claiming he was Wang Hao was unlikely to be believed by anyone.

Just then, a plea for mercy suddenly came, “Ah… don’t hit me, please don’t hit me anymore, I know I was wrong…”

Wang Hao and the others turned to look, only to see several men in black beating up a young man around twenty years old.

And to the side, a blond young man was holding a non-mainstream girl, laughing triumphantly, “Beat him to death for me; this lowly mongrel dares to disobey me, finish off this low-level Human Race scum…”

At these words, the group exerted more force, their fists raining down like drops of water.

The young man around twenty years old hurriedly curled up, protecting his head and letting out pitiful screams.

Qian Wanyang frowned, “Boss, the one getting beaten up seems to be Mo Junlin, the Human Race’s new President, the son of Han Yang.”

Wang Hao thought for a moment, and it suddenly dawned on him who that was.

If it were about who Mo Junlin was, he might not be able to recall immediately.

But mentioning Mo Junlin’s father Han Yang, he remembered him in an instant.

This was someone who, like his own father, or even more so, relied on others to get by, even giving his child someone else’s surname, truly the king of dependents among dependents.

Chen Yao reminded, “Boss, before you left the Galaxy Star System, the new President gave you a red packet to watch over his son here in the Sky Yang Star System.”

“Did that happen? How come I don’t remember?” Wang Hao looked bewildered.

Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao twitched the corners of their mouths; this was very characteristic of Wang Hao, who would never remember a small red packet, only a large one could be the apple of his eye…