Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

"His battle record is also quite good. When he was in the Saint Realm, he defeated the then-prominent Little Heavenly Killer Star, and his name was known throughout the realms."

"When he was at the Saint King Realm, he evolved the rudimentary form of the Chaos Domain. He once single-handedly trapped and killed five Saint Kings of the same level. His Dao techniques had already shown the rudimentary form of encompassing all things."

One against five, not bad, but still needs more practice. Back when I was at the Saint King realm, a group of Saint Kings surrounded me with forbidden weapons, and I just blew them all away with a flick of my wrist...

Well, but we can't hold the little ones to our own standards.

"I heard that he recently broke through to the Great Sage realm. He has already entered the Great Sage realm and once cleaved through the defense of a Great Sage fourth level opponent with a single strike, showing his initial prowess."

Jiang Hao concluded:

"This child has excellent comprehension and a good heart for the Dao. He is able to make the inclusive concept of the Chaos Scripture his own, which is especially rare. If he can forge his own path in the future, he will be able to dominate his generation."

Finally, Jiang Hao picked up his teacup, took a sip, and gave his judgment:

"The Little War Emperor possesses invincible bloodline and boundless fighting spirit, and walks the ultimate path of breaking all laws with force and fighting against heaven and earth."

"The Lesser Chaos follows the natural way, encompassing all things, and walks the chaotic path of embracing all rivers and evolving all laws."

"Both are top geniuses of their time, with solid foundations and unwavering Dao hearts. The outcome of this battle is unpredictable. In my opinion, it is a 50/50 chance, and most likely, it will be a draw."

This analysis, progressing step by step from bloodline inheritance, fighting style, and Taoist philosophy, ultimately arrives at the conclusion of a draw, which sounds reasonable, well-founded, and insightful.

In reality, when two people are fighting and their combat strength is not much different, it is very difficult to determine a winner.

For example, the top geniuses of Jiang Hao's era were like that.

Aside from Jiang Hao being a supermodel who easily defeats others, other top geniuses such as the Ancient God Child, the Sword Demon, and the Fighting Saint Venerable have also fought each other, but it's generally difficult to determine a winner.

The gap between them is too small. Unless they fight to the death, there is no need for a fight to the death. First, there is no great grudge, and second, it is not a battle for enlightenment. Why fight to the death?

Master Bai Mei frowned and pondered for a moment, then slowly stroked his beard, his eyes revealing a look of realization and admiration:

"Fellow Daoist's analysis is insightful and penetrating, and I wholeheartedly agree. This battle is indeed not simple and the outcome is uncertain."

Many people in the teahouse who initially thought Jiang Hao was too boastful now agreed after hearing his words.

"This senior is right! They're quite insightful!"

"Hearing your words is better than witnessing ten years of war; that seems to be true!"

"Looks like a truly hidden master!"

Jiang Hao waved his hand, his expression saying, "Don't flatter me, I'm just a passerby."

"Oh, no, no, I was just talking nonsense. Don't take it seriously. I'm just an ordinary passerby."

However, just as the atmosphere was easing and everyone was preparing to continue discussing the details.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound came from the southeast corner of the teahouse!

A heavy stone table was suddenly smashed to pieces, the fragments scattering everywhere, only to be blocked by the defensive array light barrier of the teahouse, emitting a hissing sound.

The one who smashed the table was a giant man who was at least twelve feet tall.

He had the head of a bull and the body of a human, with two curved, jet-black horns on his head gleaming with a cold metallic light, and his muscles bulging like intertwined ancient dragons.

Simply sitting there, the specially made stone chair beneath him was already overburdened and covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

He wore a set of extremely ancient-style armor, with thick plates engraved with barbaric totem patterns, and a golden divine bull pattern on his chest, shining brightly and highlighting his extraordinary origins.

Its aura was fierce and wild, clearly indicating that it possessed the cultivation level of the ninth level of the Saint King Realm. With each breath, two streams of scorching white air spewed out from its massive ox-nose, producing a hissing sound.

Behind him stood four attendants, also with bull heads and human bodies, but slightly smaller in size.

Each of them possessed the cultivation level of a Saint King, and all of them had arrogant expressions, looking down on the surroundings. The way they looked at the human cultivators was as if they were walking prey, and they made no attempt to hide the superiority and contempt that came from the depths of their bloodline.

This bull is none other than Niu Poshan, the pride of the Mighty Bull Demon Clan!

He had been listening to everyone's discussion, and the more he listened, the darker his face became, especially when he heard the almost blind praise for the Chaos Emperor, who was described as invincible throughout the ages.

He was very dissatisfied. The Chaos Emperor? Could he compare to his own ancient emperor?

After hearing the old man's assessment that the two prodigies were evenly matched, he finally couldn't contain himself any longer.

A draw? What a joke!

Niu Poshan's voice was like muffled thunder, carrying a heavy ancient accent, which shook the dust off the beams and pillars of the teahouse.

He suddenly stood up, his massive body almost touching the ceiling of the teahouse's top floor, casting a large shadow.

"The so-called Chaos Emperor of the human race was nothing more than a lucky escape from the slumber of many ancient royal families, who attained enlightenment by sheer chance!"

With one of his large feet covered in black bristles, he kicked over the stone table in front of him, scattering the spiritual fruits, fine wine, and cups all over the floor.

"Our clan's ancient text, the *Taigu Ji*, clearly records this!"

Niu Poshan spoke in a loud voice, attempting to intimidate others with ancient texts, "Our clan's ancestor, the Golden Divine Bull Emperor, was a true ancient emperor. With a single stomp, he could shatter galaxies; with a roar, he could shake down countless stars. His magnificent divine power was incomparable to the so-called Chaos Emperors of later generations!"

His large, bell-like eyes swept over the human cultivators in the teahouse, and he sneered, his face full of disdain:

"The Chaos Emperor? In my opinion, he's far inferior to even a fraction of the Primordial Divine Bull Emperor; he's just a lucky latecomer!"

He changed the subject, pointing to the starry sky projection:

"Even the Chaos Emperor is no match for him. How dare his successor contend with the War Emperor's son? The War Emperor is, after all, a genuine ancient emperor, although... he is still somewhat inferior to my clan's god, the Bull Emperor."

Finally, his gaze seemed to pierce through the teahouse, landing on the non-existent Chu Changge, and his sneer deepened:

"As for that little Chaos? He's nothing but a novice who's cultivated a few superficial techniques. Humans are born with weak constitutions. In the eyes of our ancient races, what difference is there between them and mere food? How dare they call themselves geniuses?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the teahouse.

There was no outrage or angry rebuttal as expected.

Everyone, whether human, demon, or other ancient race, turned their heads and looked at Niu Poshan with an extremely strange expression.

That look... there was no anger, no fear, but rather a complex mix of pity, mockery, disbelief, and the feeling that this person must be an idiot.

Niu Poshan felt a chill run down his spine from the strange, unanimous gazes he was being given, sensing something was amiss. But he stubbornly maintained his composure and said in a firm voice:

"What's wrong? Am I wrong? Our clan's ancient books were written by our ancestors and passed down through generations. How could there be any error?"

He was actually a little worried inside:

"Why do these people look at me like that? Could it be... that there's something wrong with the records in our clan's ancient texts? Impossible, absolutely impossible, our ancestors would never lie to me!"

He certainly has the right to be arrogant, and indeed, ignorance is bliss.

He was an ancient prodigy who had been unsealed from his family's secret realm just half a month ago.

In the era when he was sealed away—the Primordial Era—humanity was weak, and in many places, humans were indeed seen as prey or vassals by many powerful ancient races.

His education and understanding were completely stuck in that era.

After leaving the pass, he went straight to the Ancient Road of All Realms. He knew almost nothing about the current situation, especially the earth-shaking changes that Jiang Hao had brought about, such as his sudden emergence, suppression of the heavens, sorting out the Great Dao, and leading the rise of the human race.

In his view, the human race is still the same human race, and the ancient royal family is still the supreme ruler.

But he didn't know that times had changed.

The passersby in this world were incredibly resourceful and quickly revealed the specifics of Niu Poshan's situation.

The crowd suddenly realized what was happening and began to whisper among themselves:

"So they're a remnant of an ancient race that just recently sealed themselves off..."

"No wonder... he's like a country bumpkin, spouting nonsense without knowing anything."

"Tsk, stupid without realizing it, that's what they mean, isn't it?"