"Fifth Level, that’s a Fifth Order Curse Mark!"

"It’s broken, sure, but Fifth Order Curse Marks are crazy rare. If I got one, my status in Kunlun Mountain would shoot through the roof. Why don’t I ever have that kind of luck? Comparing people to people really just pisses you off."

Brother Min’s heart was on the verge of total collapse.

Chu Hao sneered inwardly. You think Brother Hao’s act ends here?

Once you give Brother Hao a chance to show off, how could it possibly end so easily?

No matter what, he’s gotta pretend all the way to the end—that’s the true style of the King of Show-offs.

Chu Hao waved his hand, and in his other hand another Curse Mark appeared, also a Fifth-order Broken Seal. He said carelessly, "Little trinkets like these, I’ve got quite a few on me, but they barely catch my Dharma Eye."

"Ding... Host shows off his wealth, faceslaps everyone, gained 7,000 Pretentiousness Points."

Fuck!

Another Fifth Order Curse Mark?

And it’s not even good enough for your Dharma Eye?

Why don’t you just drop dead!

Everyone present had literally never seen a Fifth Order Curse Mark before, and now two popped up at the same time. One by one they swallowed hard on reflex, almost rushing up to snatch them, and only with great effort did they suppress that urge.

Chu Hao shrugged and said, "Of course, these trash Curse Marks really don’t appeal to me."

"Ding... Host successfully performs a strike-pretend, the target suffers 10,000 crit damage, gained 7,000 Pretentiousness Points."

A blow.

It was just too much of a blow.

You look down on Fifth Order Curse Marks—how are the rest of us supposed to live?

Chu Hao countered, "Kunlun Mountain is so rich; you guys look down on this kind of stuff too, right?"

Brother Min’s face went green. Awkwardly he said, "O-of course we look down on it."

Chu Hao said, "Anyway, it’s thanks to you guys today that I caught this flight home. I can’t even use that many Curse Marks and whatnot; I was planning to give some away. Since everyone from Kunlun Mountain looks down on them, I’ll just give them to someone else."

"Ding... Host lands a combo strike-pretend, gained an extra 8,000 Pretentiousness Points."

Brother Min: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Bullying.

This is straight-up bullying.

This is way too much—who the hell shows off and stomps people like this?

Bear in mind, Fifth Order Curse Marks are priceless right now, and you actually want to give them away!

Brother Min was already regretting it. He really shouldn’t have asked Chu Hao anything, shouldn’t have tried to mock him.

Lan Yingxue was speechless too. This wave of psychological damage left absolutely no room for a counterattack.

Chu Hao put away the Curse Marks, then took out a cluster of Inscriptions. Its radiance was even more dazzling, like a tiny golden galaxy.

"This is the Immortal Shili Sword Technique I got at Emperor’s Gate. I figure this technique is not bad."

Lan Yingxue shot up from her airplane seat, little mouth hanging open, and exclaimed in shock, "Immortal Shili Sword Technique?"

Wu Qingfeng hurriedly asked, "Martial Aunt Lan, what is the Immortal Shili Sword Technique?"

"The Shushan Sword Technique—Shu Mountain’s ultimate peerless sword technique. It’s said that in ancient times this Sword Immortal technique was already lost. If the reclusive folks of Shu Mountain found out, they’d absolutely go nuts," Lan Yingxue said.

The people from Kunlun Mountain were all dumbfounded.

Chu Hao put away the Immortal Shili Sword Technique and said, "To me it’s just so-so, nothing that high-end. At best it barely passes my Dharma Eye."

Everyone was at a loss for words.

They finally couldn’t take it anymore. Every heart present simply could not handle the damage. Compared to Chu Hao, what they found in there wasn’t called ’harvest,’ it was called ’picking up trash’!

A whole group of people stared at him with puppy-dog eyes, begging Chu Hao.

Please stop talking. We can’t take any more of this.

Chu Hao pretended not to see. They were the ones who started this; wanting the King of Show-offs not to show off? Yeah, that’s not happening.

Chu Hao pulled out a big gourd next—clearly the Purgatory Gourd—and said, "Actually, my gains in the Ultimate Illusion Technique world were just so-so. Personally, I like this gourd more. I dug it up in the ruins of the Holy City."

The moment they saw the Purgatory Gourd—

Brother Min finally lost his composure and cried out, "Th-that’s the gourd that took away tens of thousands of Evil Ghosts?"

Lan Yingxue also couldn’t stay calm, carefully examining this heaven-defying treasure.

This was the treasure that made the Evil Ghost Army so wary, and also pushed Chu Hao’s reputation to its peak.

Chu Hao smiled faintly, patted the Purgatory Gourd, and said, "I still haven’t figured out how to deal with the hundreds of thousands of Evil Ghost Army inside. It’s really giving me a headache."

"Ding... Host shows off a magic artifact and faceslaps the crowd, gained 7,000 Pretentiousness Points."

Tsk tsk... showing off treasures to pretend is just pure bliss.

With a wave of his hand, the Purgatory Gourd vanished. Like performing a magic trick, he produced a fan, exquisitely crafted.

"Th-that’s the fan that can shoot flames?"

The crowd cried out.

Chu Hao said, "The Empty Wood Flame Fan. Dug it up from the ruins of the Holy City too. Its ability is middling—it can fan out two of the three types of Samadhi True Fire."

Everyone’s jaws basically hit the floor.

Two of the three Samadhi True Fires?

What kind of treasure is that?

You sure this isn’t the same fan the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord uses?

With another wave of his hand, Chu Hao made the Empty Wood Flame Fan disappear and said, "You’re all Kunlun Mountain disciples, so I assume you also look down on magic artifacts like mine. I won’t embarrass myself further in front of you."

The corners of everyone’s mouths twitched. Was this guy finally done?

If he kept showing off, who would be able to stand it?

Comparing people really does piss you off.

Chu Hao said, "What I just took out is only about a tenth of my loot. It really can’t compare to a famous sect of the Yin and Yang Realm like Kunlun Mountain."

A tenth?

Motherf—

How are we supposed to keep living?

How many opportunities did this guy actually get?

If someone robbed him clean, they could definitely start a major sect in the Yin and Yang Realm.

Brother Min was about to break down.

Please stop showing off. Leave us a way to live, so we can still look each other in the eye in the future.

But Chu Hao’s smile suddenly faded, a hint of coldness in it. "Just now I heard you say that Kunlun, a famous mountain, is different from scattered Yin Yang Scattered People like us. I wonder where exactly that difference lies. Does Kunlun Mountain have anything you can show me, so I can broaden my horizons too?"

Brother Min’s expression finally turned ugly.

Brother Min said, "Kunlun’s treasures are naturally kept within the mountain gate."

Chu Hao didn’t hold back his contempt. "So basically, you yourself don’t have any. That’s the difference between a famous Kunlun Mountain and Yin Yang Scattered People, huh?"

Brother Min felt his blood pressure spike; his face burned like it was on fire.

Wu Qingfeng’s mouth hung open. Chu Hao’s face-slapping was just too savage. First he whipped out all kinds of treasures to shame the guy, inflicting massive psychological damage, then he followed up with another wave of external humiliation.

Brother Min’s mental state was probably on the verge of collapse.

Collapse didn’t even cover it. Brother Min regretted it to death. Now he finally understood Chu Hao’s power. That wave of face-slapping was relentless, teaching him that some things can be said, and some things really can’t.

This lesson, he’d probably never forget for as long as he lived.