Shi Hao surged forward like a meteor, his momentum fierce and unstoppable. Immortal energy swirled around him, and sacred light bathed the battlefield as he formed a divine seal with his hands, aiming to obliterate the white-robed youth, Mo Dao.
Without a doubt, his aura had reached its peak at this moment—at the very least, it felt as though he had unleashed the full might of two strands of immortal energy.
Like the reawakening of an ancient true immortal’s descendant, radiant divine light erupted from him, accompanied by terrifying fluctuations of power that suppressed everything in its path.
Shi Hao was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance, his divine seal descending!
Mo Dao’s expression turned grave. With a swift motion, he formed nine divine seals in rapid succession, their combined force resonating like heavenly thunder. His hands moved with blinding speed as he executed an ancient technique, merging nine different seals into one—an unparalleled strike of devastating power.
Nine divine abilities manifested simultaneously, intertwining and erupting in a dazzling radiance, as if splitting the heavens and earth apart!
The crowd gasped in astonishment. This was an ancient celestial art—a rare and profound technique capable of fusing nine treasure spells into a single, overwhelming attack!
**BOOM!**
A terrifying shockwave erupted between the two, shaking all who witnessed it.
In that moment of chaos, an odd fluctuation rippled through the battlefield. Mo Dao’s face paled, his expression one of horror as he swiftly retreated.
Shi Hao pursued relentlessly, launching another attack.
Mo Dao, wary of Shi Hao’s status as a body cultivator, maintained a safe distance. Had he not, he would have been in grave danger.
Because, in that instant, he had felt his treasure spells weaken—almost as if they were about to fail!
Thus, without hesitation, he fled at full speed.
This was not the first time he had experienced something like this.
Mo Dao was a prodigy, blessed with unparalleled talent. He had once ascended the Immortal Mountain and entered a mysterious ancient realm, where he received guidance from supreme beings.
On one occasion, he had encountered a member of an ancient imperial clan and was shocked to discover that this lineage possessed the ability to nullify magical power!
At the time, the proud and arrogant Mo Dao had suffered a crushing defeat almost immediately, nearly being captured within a few moves.
Though it had only been a spar, the impact on him was immense.
That battle had left an indelible mark on him—one he would never forget.
Afterward, he had pondered deeply, concluding that the only way to counter such opponents was to maintain distance and avoid reckless engagement. Otherwise, with his spells rendered useless, he would be trapped like a caged beast.
He had also scoured ancient texts, gaining invaluable insights.
Through research and later challenging that imperial clan member again, he had learned how to cope with such abilities.
Thus, the moment Shi Hao displayed his power, Mo Dao sensed danger and instinctively retreated.
And it was precisely this instinct that saved him.
Mo Dao wasn’t entirely certain—it had been more of an intuition warning him that Shi Hao was dangerous and that he should not engage head-on.
As for the truth, he couldn’t be sure.
Shi Hao was disappointed. He had hoped to capture Mo Dao in a single strike, but the latter’s vigilance had allowed him to escape. Anyone else would have been subdued by now.
**”Hmph, you’re so timid, always running away. Weren’t you going to suppress me? This won’t do,”** Shi Hao taunted.
Mo Dao’s cold eyes bore into him, as if trying to see through his secrets. He wouldn’t feel at ease until he understood Shi Hao’s abilities.
Shi Hao withdrew his power. As his cultivation grew, so too did this ability. But since Mo Dao had fled before it could fully manifest, he had cut it short.
In the past, he wouldn’t have been able to do so—once activated, the ability would persist until it exhausted itself.
**”You’re not purely human… Are you a descendant of that… imperial clan?!”** Mo Dao asked gravely.
His words sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. What was he talking about?
**”Nonsense! What imperial clan? I am my own emperor’s lineage—I don’t need to be some imperial descendant!”** Shi Hao retorted.
Both the disciples of the Heavenly Deity Institution and the creatures from the other shore were stunned. Why was an imperial clan being mentioned?
**”Swoosh!”**
Shi Hao attacked again, his body like a flood dragon tearing through the void as he charged at Mo Dao, relying once more on his supreme physique to overpower his opponent.
Mo Dao dodged, continuously forming seals. He couldn’t afford to engage in close combat, instead relying on his supreme magical power to strike from a distance.
The battlefield trembled under the force of their clashes, the shockwaves surging like a tempestuous sea.
However, one thing was certain—both Shi Hao and Mo Dao were still adhering to their agreement, restraining themselves to only two strands of immortal energy.
Mo Dao was proud, confident in his invincibility. Shi Hao, equally self-assured, pressed forward aggressively, eager to test his opponent’s limits.
The battle raged on!
The two clashed relentlessly, each unleashing deadly techniques in an attempt to overpower the other.
**”Boom!”**
Though their physical bodies never directly collided, the manifestations of their attacks—massive palms, fists, and more—clashed violently, as if their true forms were locked in combat.
A hundred exchanges passed in the blink of an eye!
The spectators were stunned. The two were evenly matched!
The foreign cultivators were particularly shocked. Who was Mo Dao? Alongside his sister, he was hailed as a peerless genius of his generation. Yet now, he was locked in a fierce battle with a mere body cultivator!
Not long ago, some young women had confidently declared that Mo Dao would defeat Shi Hao within ten moves. Yet now, after a hundred exchanges, the outcome remained uncertain, leaving them anxious and worried.
The disciples of the Heavenly Deity Institution were even more astonished. Wang Xi’s so-called “fellow Daoist” was unbelievably powerful, holding his own against the white-robed youth and leaving everyone in awe.
Even though Mo Dao had restricted himself to two strands of immortal energy, his innate talent and indomitable will should have ensured victory. Yet here he was, fighting to a standstill.
The spectators watched in tense silence.
**”No!”**
**”He can’t get close—that’s a body cultivator!”**
Some of the foreign youths cried out in alarm, fearing for Mo Dao’s safety.
The distance between the two had closed, putting Mo Dao at a severe disadvantage.
However, those who had cultivated three strands of immortal energy remained silent, their eyes burning with intensity as they observed the battle.
**”Clang!”**
For the first time, their physical bodies collided—yet Mo Dao wasn’t instantly crippled.
**”Heavens! A direct physical clash!”**
**”What’s happening? Senior Brother Mo is taking a huge risk!”**
Some young women shrieked, their faces pale.
**”Quiet! Even those with three strands of immortal energy who aren’t body cultivators still possess formidable physiques. They won’t be torn apart so easily,”** a cold voice interjected.
It was a woman who had cultivated three strands of immortal energy—a fierce combatant who had once battled Lü Tuo.
Indeed, while Shi Hao’s physique was superior, he couldn’t instantly kill someone of equal cultivation.
Whether against Ning Chuan or the Void Beast, he had engaged in physical clashes before. Though his body was stronger, he couldn’t rely on it alone to guarantee victory.
**”Huh? What kind of seal is that?!”** someone exclaimed.
Mo Dao’s movements had become bizarre, exuding an inexplicable Dao rhythm as he combined several seals, seemingly altering the very flow of heaven and earth.
For a moment, it felt as though the natural order had been disrupted!
Shi Hao was stunned. What kind of ancient art was this?
He wanted to activate his hidden ability—the power to nullify magical energy—and use it to slay his foe.
Yet now, that latent power within him grew restless, as if a slumbering dragon were stirring, eager to either ascend or flee.
This had never happened before!
Mo Dao, too, was shocked. He was now certain—Shi Hao possessed the same terrifying ability as that ancient imperial clan from beyond the Immortal Mountain.
Shi Hao studied the seals carefully. Mo Dao had pieced together fragments of an ancient immortal scripture, learning techniques said to suppress the nullification of magical power.
To acquire this knowledge, Mo Dao had studied countless texts and sought guidance from elders of another imperial clan, eventually mastering these ancient remnants.
However, there was no complete counter to such an ability—only methods to disrupt or interfere with it.
Legends spoke of a flawless seal from the Immortal Ancient Era capable of suppressing this power, but it had long been lost!
Another way to counter it was through pure physical combat—eschewing spells entirely and relying solely on the body. Such warriors were terrifying!
Now, heaven and earth seemed to crumble as ghostly wails filled the air.
After executing these incomplete seals, the battlefield became shrouded in mist, as though the natural order had been thrown into chaos.
Within Shi Hao’s body, turmoil reigned—his ability could not manifest properly.
Seizing the opportunity, Mo Dao launched a frenzied assault, combining his most potent techniques into a single, devastating strike aimed at ending Shi Hao’s life.
**”This still isn’t enough!”** Shi Hao roared.
Even with his ability slightly hindered, his divine techniques remained intact, and his physique was still peerless. He endured the assault and retaliated with full force.
For a moment, Shi Hao considered using the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art but ultimately held back, unwilling to reveal it before the crowd.
After a brief struggle, the interference dissipated, and his ability returned in full force!
**”Boom!”**
With his magical immunity fully active, Shi Hao charged forward fearlessly, intent on crushing his opponent.
Mo Dao’s expression darkened. He sighed inwardly—this was trouble.
With his spells ineffective and Shi Hao closing in, he had no choice but to engage in close combat—the worst possible scenario.
Shi Hao was a body cultivator. He was not.
**”Clang!”**
Their fists and palms collided like hammer on anvil, sparks flying as divine power surged.
Many were stunned. How was Mo Dao holding his own against a body cultivator?
**”Those with three strands of immortal energy are no pushovers. Even if they don’t specialize in body refinement, their physiques are still extraordinary,”** someone remarked.
However, this equilibrium couldn’t last. Soon, Mo Dao’s hands began to bleed, his arms trembling under the strain.
He was in dire straits!
Shi Hao pressed his advantage, combining his physical might with powerful divine techniques. The tide of battle shifted instantly!
**”Boom!”**
Mo Dao coughed up blood as he was sent flying.
**”Hum!”**
Shi Hao followed up with a barrage of seals, his body coiling around Mo Dao like a dragon as he relentlessly pummeled him.
Finally, with a resounding **”thud,”** Shi Hao locked Mo Dao in a hold, securing his victory under the effects of his magical immunity.
**”Well, my servant—are you convinced now?”** he asked with a grin.
The crowd was dumbstruck. Mo Dao had been captured! Was he truly going to honor the bet and become this youth’s subordinate?!
Some of the foreign young women were on the verge of tears. They had idolized Mo Dao, and seeing him subdued left them distraught, their eyes brimming with sorrow.
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