Chapter 935: Chapter 933: The Pain of Comparison
This sentence completely judges Chen Feng’s death sentence.
Lǚ Bù’s face was extremely unsightly, releasing terrifying soul force, the tavern trembled slightly, and he angrily said, "Chu Hao, how dare you do such a thing."
Chu Hao sneered coldly, "I didn’t force him, but some people forced their own people, disregarding others’ lives, tsk tsk... whoever follows you is doomed to bad luck."
As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn’t help but look at Lǚ Bù.
Chen Feng was Lǚ Bù’s subordinate. If it weren’t for Lǚ Bù’s instigation, he would never have stepped forward.
This blame could only be shouldered by Lǚ Bù.
Lǚ Bù had the stance of refusing to take this blame, saying, "You knew he couldn’t come back, yet you still did it. What’s your intention?"
Chu Hao said, "That depends on his fortune. Since Lord Fengxian loves his soldiers so much, how about I send you to the Yang Realm to bring him back."
Lǚ Bù stopped speaking and continued to exude a terrifying aura.
He could only do this, feeling very aggrieved.
Chu Hao sneered, hands behind his back, disdainfully said, "Everyone, enjoy your meal and drinks, I’m going back to rest, goodbye, no need to see me out."
Chu Hao left decisively.
Lǚ Bù was furious.
Only after Chu Hao left did everyone start to discuss.
"This Chu Hao, not to be messed with."
"Even Lord Fengxian was rendered speechless by him, and he’s someone Sir Nanweng favors; his prospects are limitless."
"Sigh... had I known, I would’ve put aside my pride and interacted with him."
"Poor Chen Feng, used as a gun like that, Lǚ Bù is indeed ruthless."
Lǚ Bù listened to the evaluations of him from other generals and found the banquet unbearable, so he took his soldiers and left.
Qiu Muhuan blinked, smiled, and said, "Chu Hao gets quite charming when he’s fierce."
Xu Wei nodded, agreeing with this point.
She looked at Xu Wei and said, "Sister Xu Wei, can you handle him?"
Xu Wei said, "Take care of yourself and stop seducing people, little goblin."
Qiu Muhuan replied playfully, "Hmph! Others want to be goblins but can’t even if they try."
The next day.
Chu Hao gathered the Nine Hundred Netherworld Soldiers.
He brought them to Fengdu City once more.
"Ding...Host walking with flair, gained 7000 Pretentiousness Points."
Life ceaseless, pretension unending.
Not wishing to cease his pretense for a moment, early in the morning, Chu Hao had the Nine Hundred Netherworld Soldiers come out with him.
"It’s the Living Centurion, he’s out patrolling again."
"What patrol? Why does it feel like he’s showing off his power instead?"
"I heard that the previous Yang Realm people who came down all hid and skulked around! But not him—he struts around as if the Underworld is his home."
Luan Yu was helpless, feeling she had really followed the wrong person—this master only paraded them around.
The other Netherworld Soldiers felt the same, completely lacking spirit.
Chu Hao turned around and shouted, "Stop being listless, pull yourselves together. With your current state, how can you fight battles with me?"
The Nine Hundred Netherworld Soldiers internally complained, thinking wouldn’t it be great if they could fight battles?
Seeing no Pretentiousness Points gained, Chu Hao immediately switched to another street to continue showing off.
"Ding...Host walking with flair, pretentious success, gained 7000 Pretentiousness Points."
Chu Hao chuckled, very satisfied.
Four or five days later.
The Nine Hundred Netherworld Soldiers were numb—Chu Hao took them around and always went where there were crowds, acting pretentious without stopping.
"Here he comes again."
"What on earth is he doing? Patrolling? Doesn’t seem like it."
"What an arrogant living centurion, he’s been strutting for five days, not tired in the least?"
Initially surprised, even the original residents of Fengdu grew numb.
Everyone was curious, what on earth was this living Centurion up to?
Chu Hao also noticed that showing off wasn’t as effective as the first day—even with changing streets, everyone had gotten used to his presence.
However, the past few days had their worth mentioning.
A total of six pretentious acts yielded forty-two thousand Pretentiousness Points, delightfully so.
Other generals also heard about Chu Hao patrolling the Fengdu street with the Nine Hundred Netherworld Soldiers, wondering curiously.
"What exactly is Chu Hao doing?"
"In recent days, Corpse Monsters have frequently appeared, yet he didn’t lead his team there. Truly strange."
Even some Myriarchs heard about this and found it very peculiar.
After a while, although there were many onlookers, there were no Pretentiousness Points gained.
Chu Hao sighed; his hard-earned pretentious content was fading, its effect not as good as before.
Chu Hao was contemplating whether to try a different area.
If the Nine Hundred Netherworld Soldiers knew what Chu Hao was thinking, they’d surely vomit blood.
At this moment, exclamations came from the front.
"It’s Lord Guangyan, bringing a lot of Netherworld Soldiers."
"Wow! It’s my favorite Lord Guangyan, and his subordinates look so cool."
Chu Hao raised an eyebrow, seeing a troop of Yin Army Soldiers appear, numerous, numbering two thousand—a long, imposing line.
Leading them was a general in silver armor, a noticeable Chiliarch—he was a newly promoted Chiliarch, highly popular.
"Now this is a Yin Army! Look at that ragtag group just now, absolutely unbearable."
"Exactly, their armor is so neat, all in silver; compared to them, Chu Hao’s Yin Army looks like beggars."
"Lord Guangyan is so handsome; I really want an autograph."
Some women shrieked.
Damn it!?
Chu Hao’s face was filled with black lines.
A beggar army!
Who the hell is so idle? Bringing troops to patrol.
He completely forgot that he did the same, now filled only with resentment.
No wonder there were no Pretentiousness Points left—the limelight had been stolen by someone else.
Damn that bastard.
Guangyan was also one of the generals who loved to show off. Hearing about Chu Hao patrolling with Nine Hundred Netherworld Soldiers and gaining popularity, he decided to try it.
The effect was unexpectedly good.
He began patrolling yesterday, gaining immense popularity and rare attention within the Yin Army Soldiers.
Even many wealthy sons and daughters showed admiration for him!
This excited the single Guangyan, who inwardly felt grateful to Chu Hao for providing him with great popularity.
Guangyan marched at the front, grinning, saying, "Why didn’t I realize the benefits of being a Chiliarch before?"
At this point, Guangyan also saw Chu Hao’s army, having unknowingly moved from another street to open onto Chu Hao’s patrol road.
When the two armies met, Chu Hao’s army indeed appeared somewhat shabby, and combined with the low spirits of the Nine Hundred Netherworld Soldiers over the past few days, they looked even more unsightly.
No comparison, no harm.
"Sure enough, the Myriarch Guangyan’s army is the coolest."
"Truly handsome, and I love the silver armor the most."
"Totally incomparable, I support Lord Guangyan, Lord Guangyan, I love you."
It was a miscalculation.
Brother Hao, having been pretentious for years, unbelievably stumbled in this ditch.
Guangyan grinned, popularity unmatchable. He had noticed many girls casting flirtatious glances—it wouldn’t be surprising if there was another romantic encounter tonight.
Let alone Chu Hao, even the Nine Hundred Netherworld Soldiers were overwhelmed by everyone’s comments.
A beggar army?
A poverty-stricken army?
A clearly weak Yin Soldier team?
