The abyss was vast, and after the battle, its walls had collapsed, making it even more expansive.
The underground palace was magnificent—an entire complex of subterranean structures. It was impossible to tell how many ages had passed, yet they still stood tall.
Feng Xing Tian was the first to charge in, breaking into the palace.
Contrary to their expectations, they encountered no terrifying glyphs or obstacles. They entered smoothly, without any unexpected dangers.
A verdant ancient tree grew within, as if carved from green jade. Its leaves, trunk, and roots all shimmered with vitality, glowing with life.
Since arriving in this ancient battlefield, all they had seen were shades of reddish-brown—dry, cold, lifeless earth. Never had they imagined finding plant life in this underground world.
“Hmm?” Shi Hao sensed something amiss the moment he stepped inside. The lush vegetation seemed unnatural.
A world within a world!
This was a minor realm, far more complex than the gloomy underground palace they had initially seen. The scenery had completely transformed upon entry.
Trees flourished everywhere, thriving in abundance.
The ancient structures of the underground palace were now half-hidden amidst the dense foliage, some even swallowed by the forest.
**Boom!**
Dark energy surged as Feng Xing Tian struck, unleashing another Dark Demon Fist to intercept Shi Hao.
However, it was clear that killing an opponent of this caliber would not be easy. A true battle between them would not be resolved quickly.
“I refuse to accept this! Dare you face me alone?” Feng Xing Tian challenged.
“Even in a one-on-one fight, you are no match for me,” Shi Hao replied coldly.
“Ridiculous! I could kill you effortlessly in a duel,” Feng Xing Tian sneered, his arrogance unwavering.
Shi Hao smirked. “Fine. It’s just the two of us here. Come and try.”
A silver-bell-like laugh rang out as Yao Yue Gongzhu nodded. “Feel free to settle your duel here. We won’t interfere.”
With that, she strode deeper into the palace, vanishing into the dense ancient forest to explore.
Xuan Kun also departed, delving further into the underground palace in search of immortal fortune.
Feng Xing Tian raised his hand, forming a mysterious seal. No longer was dark energy boiling—instead, a tempestuous gale erupted. The name “Wind Clan” was no coincidence.
Among the four elements—earth, fire, wind, and water—wind was their foundation. Not only did they possess world-shaking treasure spells, but they also wielded an ancient celestial technique!
In an instant, the palace roared with wind, as if thunder had split the heavens. In the distance, stars seemed to manifest, plummeting toward Shi Hao under the force of the gale.
This was an illusion!
Feng Xing Tian couldn’t truly summon stars from the sky, but the vision was not baseless. His ancestors had once commanded celestial bodies to fall with a mere thought.
It was a testament to the terrifying might of his lineage!
**Swoosh!**
Suddenly, a beam of moonlight shot from afar, sweeping toward Feng Xing Tian—Yao Yue had struck.
At the same time, Xuan Kun let out a sharp cry, unleashing a mighty technique. A surge of earthen-yellow energy crashed toward Feng Xing Tian.
Their promises of neutrality had been lies.
They wanted Feng Xing Tian dead—immediately.
“I knew you wouldn’t keep your word,” Feng Xing Tian said coldly.
“Why should we honor promises with you?” Xuan Kun retorted, his voice icy. He had been ambushed while recovering from injuries, nearly perishing. His hatred ran deep.
As for Yao Yue, she simply saw Feng Xing Tian as too great a threat. Not only did he possess the Wind Clan’s legacy, but he had also mastered a dark celestial technique.
“The slaughter begins!” Feng Xing Tian roared. Black mist blotted out the sky, enveloping the area.
He vanished into the darkness.
The world plunged into pitch-black obscurity.
The other three opened their Heavenly Eyes, searching intently. With their supreme talents and three strands of immortal qi, they naturally possessed such vision.
Yet even with their Heavenly Eyes, the darkness was oppressive, dulling even their divine senses.
The fusion of the Dark Celestial Technique and the Wind Clan’s primordial power was unnervingly effective. The two ancient methods complemented each other, growing ever more fearsome.
**Clang!**
A black halberd slashed out, nearly carving a grievous wound across Xuan Kun’s waist. He barely managed to deflect it with a palm strike, narrowly escaping death.
**Hum!**
Amidst the howling winds, a dark figure lunged at Yao Yue Gongzhu with terrifying speed. The two clashed violently, locked in a deadly struggle.
Moments later, they separated. Yao Yue, already wounded from the earlier battle of the four elites, panted heavily—her injuries weighed on her.
**Boom!**
A deafening explosion erupted beside Shi Hao’s ear. The darkness was omnipresent—Feng Xing Tian had struck from the shadows, hunting unseen.
But Shi Hao reacted instantly. In a flash, he expanded his sole divine aperture, freezing everything before launching a furious counterattack. He grappled with the shadowy figure, engaging in the fiercest of battles.
Above the abyss, many had gathered, drawn by the faint outline of the underground palace.
Unable to resist, some now dove down, eager to explore and seek immortal inheritances.
Yet the moment they entered the minor realm of the underground palace, they were seized by dread and overwhelming pressure.
**Splat!**
The newcomers barely had time to scream before dissolving into bloody pulp, scattered by the terrifying winds.
These were official disciples, yet within this domain, Feng Xing Tian’s oppressive aura annihilated them instantly.
It was a testament to the intensity of the battle between the elites. Those who stumbled into their battlefield met gruesome fates.
More ventured in, only to meet the same doom—reduced to fragments under the unleashed treasure spells.
Fortunately, their life-preserving talismans activated, absorbing their essence before the bone charms shot skyward, fleeing the carnage.
Those above the abyss watched in horror. The bone charms, bestowed by elders for protection, had been triggered almost immediately.
Without them, those disciples would have been utterly annihilated—body and soul.
“By the heavens! What’s happening? Even official disciples are being slaughtered instantly down there? How terrifying!”
“Listen—those howling winds must be the Wind Clan’s prodigy unleashing his might!”
“But who is his opponent? To injure him like that… I wonder how the battle fares now.”
The crowd buzzed with speculation, eager to learn who would prevail.
Within the underground palace, the minor realm was surprisingly vast, teeming with lush vegetation and towering ancient trees.
Amidst the darkness, the battle raged on. Shi Hao and the others clashed intermittently, not locked in direct combat but rather engaged in a deadly game of cat and mouse.
This was even more perilous—a single misstep could mean death.
Yao Yue, Xuan Kun, Shi Hao, and Feng Xing Tian—all were on high alert, not daring to lower their guard.
Shi Hao struck, forming the Six Paths Reincarnation Seal. This time, he manifested six black holes before him, like gateways to six different worlds.
The howling winds, capable of shredding gods and severing suns and moons, faltered. Feng Xing Tian’s mighty technique lost its potency as the endless gales were sucked into the six voids.
**Thud!**
Seizing the moment, Shi Hao advanced, delivering a devastating punch that shook the earth. The impact sent Feng Xing Tian staggering, his arm in agony, blood trickling from his lips.
The Six Paths Reincarnation—six black holes, like doors to six worlds, rotating and intertwining in an enigmatic dance.
As they fought, they pressed deeper into the palace, encountering countless wonders along the way.
Blood splattered. The silent, brutal struggle continued, each warrior sustaining injuries as they neared their destination.
A divine light flashed—a spirit herb darted into the soil, vanishing instantly.
Then, they spotted a pool, misted with spiritual energy. Could this be the burial site of the headless entity?
“Let’s kill Feng Xing Tian first,” Yao Yue Gongzhu suggested.
“Agreed,” Shi Hao said calmly, as if discussing something trivial.
Xuan Kun joined in, encircling Feng Xing Tian for the final strike.
“Wait—why is there immortal qi rising from that pool?”
Suddenly, all three froze. The dilapidated pool beside them emitted faint wisps of immortal qi amidst the spiritual mist.
A mix of shock and exhilaration filled them—what treasure lay within?
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