“Servant?” The white-robed youth Mo Dao nearly choked with rage upon hearing this. This insolent brat truly dared to speak such words! Who was he? A figure revered across an entire domain, yet now being mocked like this.
It must be noted that this youth appeared even younger than him and had only cultivated two strands of immortal energy. Even if he were a body cultivator, he shouldn’t be able to compare to Mo Dao.
Of course, Shi Hao also found him irritating—how dare he try to recruit him as a follower? Hence, the title of “servant” was well-deserved.
At this moment, many in the battlefield had paused. The ground was stained with blood, littered with corpses—a scene of gruesome carnage.
However, due to the peculiar wager between these two, a special duel was to take place, and so they temporarily ceased hostilities.
“Listen here, servant. Words alone mean nothing. If I win, what if you throw a tantrum and refuse to admit defeat? Or worse, if you get so worked up you bash your head in and commit suicide right here—who would I turn to then? Wouldn’t all my efforts be for naught?” Shi Hao rambled on.
Mo Dao’s gaze turned icy. He was truly infuriated—how could he tolerate such mockery?
“Don’t spout nonsense! How could Mo Dao possibly lose? He’s one of the top geniuses of our world! You’re just thick-skinned!” a young girl shouted angrily, glaring at him with wide eyes.
Clearly, Mo Dao was a renowned figure, commanding the respect of many cultivators, especially young female ones who held him in high regard and couldn’t bear to hear Shi Hao’s nonsense.
“Mo Dao, crush him! Finish him in ten moves—don’t let him act so arrogantly!” someone yelled.
All were beings from that world, now united in rare solidarity.
Shi Hao glanced at them and realized these creatures shared the same origin as this realm. He could only shake his head, too lazy to argue.
Mo Dao’s expression darkened as he looked at Shi Hao. “Rest assured. I, Mo Dao, am a figure renowned across an entire domain. Even if you have no shame, I still do. If I lose, I will honor the bet.”
“Hey, Little White, mind your language,” Shi Hao said.
Who was “Little White”? Mo Dao’s eyes widened, his killing intent surging.
“Fair-skinned, dressed in white—what else are you trying to be if not a pretty boy?” Shi Hao laughed.
“Fight!”
Though the white-robed youth appeared exceedingly handsome, at this moment, he exuded an overwhelming dominance. With just one word, he struck, his entire being sharp as a heavenly sword.
His sword-like brows furrowed, his gaze profound, his aura utterly transformed—like a war god awakening, his presence terrifying.
“Hey, we agreed—only two strands of immortal energy!” Wang Xi reminded.
Mo Dao’s expression remained cold. Earlier, when he had targeted Wang Xi, he had even teased her, acting precisely because of her status as a fairy from an immortal lineage. Now, seeing this situation, he felt somewhat humiliated.
Lü Tuo, Xuan Kun, and others watched his movements closely, eager to discern the differences between beings from that world. Though they had all faced opponents earlier, the more they learned, the better.
“Hah, what a good comrade, showing such favoritism,” Yao Yue teased Wang Xi.
“Are you even a student of Heavenly Deity Academy? Shouldn’t you side with your own?” Wang Xi retorted.
For once, Princess Yao Yue was left speechless, opening her mouth but offering no rebuttal.
At this moment, radiant light surged as the white-robed Mo Dao displayed astonishing might. Though he only used two strands of immortal energy, his demeanor was awe-inspiring.
He appeared delicate, but once he unleashed his power, it was as if a war god had possessed him!
Boom!
From his palms erupted streams of light—upon closer inspection, they were Vermilion Birds, hundreds upon thousands of them, a sea of crimson like blazing flames.
The ground instantly melted, and even the void collapsed from the scorching heat.
It must be noted that this was a pocket world forged by the Ten Realms Diagram and the Universe Pouch, far sturdier than the outside world. Yet it still suffered such devastation—proof of the attack’s extraordinary power.
“One weapon to break all laws!”
Shi Hao assumed a solemn, almost priestly demeanor as he chanted.
Everyone expected him to summon a weapon, but instead, he merely flicked his fingers, shooting beams of light to annihilate the Vermilion Birds.
“Where’s your weapon?”
“What ‘one weapon to break all laws’? There’s no weapon at all!”
The creatures from the other world jeered, mocking him.
“What do you fools know? No weapon in hand, yet a weapon in the heart. My weapon has already struck, severing thoughts without form. Can’t you see him frowning? He’s been hit!” Shi Hao gloated.
Hit nothing! Mo Dao nearly spat those words out. He was puzzled—wasn’t this guy supposed to be a body cultivator? His attacks didn’t seem to fit.
Body cultivators had fluid, devastating techniques, swift as lightning. Once engaged, they would charge like a rainbow, closing in to unleash carnage.
But this guy seemed like a wildcard, nothing like a true, peerless body cultivator.
Yet, his physical body had undoubtedly surpassed the pinnacle—that much was undeniable, Mo Dao mused.
The Vermilion Birds filled the sky, but Shi Hao shattered them all with pure divine energy, restoring the heavens to tranquility.
But this was only the beginning. Flames of Li surged as Mo Dao, bathed in divine light and encircled by laws, struck with the grace of an immortal. A five-colored divine light descended.
Boom!
Using Li Fire as the source, he then manifested the five elemental divine forces, combining them into a terrifying treasure technique.
The crowd paled. Though he only used two strands of immortal energy, this power could undoubtedly slay other cultivators with the same level.
This treasure technique was undeniably formidable—a masterful manipulation of the five elements.
As Shi Hao dodged, the forces of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth swirled in the void, constantly forming and collapsing, even creating miniature realms to ensnare him.
Hiss!
The onlookers gasped. This was true divine ability—pushing the limits of comprehension and manifesting unique insights.
The five elements rapidly aligned as Mo Dao forged a miniature world, a prison to refine Shi Hao on the spot.
“Good! We knew Senior Brother Mo Dao’s power was boundless! Crushing this wretch is effortless—not even ten moves needed!” a young girl cheered.
Bang!
Shi Hao formed a strange hand seal, a fusion of Kun Peng’s art and the Thunder Emperor’s technique, amplifying his physical prowess. With it, he tore through the five elements and emerged unscathed.
What bizarre hand seal was this? Everyone frowned, unable to identify it.
Simultaneously, Shi Hao lunged at Mo Dao, launching his most ferocious assault.
“Sleeve Cosmos!” Mo Dao barked, his white sleeve billowing as gales howled and space twisted, threatening to swallow Shi Hao whole.
Shi Hao didn’t evade—he charged straight in, as if welcoming capture.
“Be careful! Don’t let him get close—he’s a body cultivator!” someone shouted in warning.
Mo Dao wouldn’t make such a basic mistake. Though his sleeve expanded to engulf Shi Hao, it was merely a spatial construct—not his true body.
Whoosh! Shi Hao vanished inside, but moments later, the sleeve bulged violently before exploding apart.
Shi Hao burst forth, immortal energy swirling around him as he struck with a hand seal.
Swish!
Like a fleeting light, Mo Dao dodged with astonishing speed, his expression shocked.
Boom!
Shi Hao struck again, his movements unrestrained, shattering the void.
The crowd blanched, gasping in unison. Was this the power of a body cultivator? A single strike could rupture space without any special treasure technique.
Such a person was terrifying—once he closed the distance or got a hold of you, you’d be torn apart.
“White-robed brat, you’re not much. Is this all your world has to offer? No different from our treasure techniques,” Shi Hao taunted.
The beings from the other world darkened at his words, as if a taboo had been invoked.
Mo Dao’s voice turned frosty. “Of course it’s different. What I’m using are techniques plundered from your world—spoils of war from the past.”
Now it was Heavenly Deity Academy’s turn to pale. This was a humiliation—their ancestors’ defeat, their scriptures stolen by the creatures from the other shore.
“Ready to be my servant?” Shi Hao demanded.
After hearing those words, he had only one thought—end this battle swiftly and make Mo Dao obey his commands.
Whether fighting the Void Beast or Mo Dao, Shi Hao had initially sought to observe and understand that world.
But now, he had no patience left. He wanted to settle this decisively, with the most brutal means.
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