Captured!
The white-robed youth Mo Dao was stunned, frozen in place like a clay or wooden statue, unable to move a muscle.
Who was he? A peerless young supreme, undefeated across an entire domain, one who had ascended the Immortal Mountain and truly stepped into that ancient, mystical realm, even laying eyes on the Immortals themselves.
And yet, here he was—utterly defeated, captured!
How could he accept this? How could he submit? For over twenty years, he had dominated his foes. Aside from his transcendent elder sister, he had never suffered such a crushing defeat. It was unbearable.
Mo Dao threw his head back and roared, struggling to break free. But his enemy’s technique was bizarrely intricate—he couldn’t even crack the seal restraining him. He was powerless.
The bitter taste of defeat made him shake his head, waves of turmoil surging in his heart.
Mo Dao, a prodigy among prodigies, had suffered a total, humiliating defeat. He himself could scarcely believe this outcome, let alone anyone else.
“I refuse to accept this!” Mo Dao bellowed.
At this moment, the disciples of the Celestial Deity Academy were dumbstruck. Had that guy really defeated Mo Dao?
The creatures from the Otherworld found it even harder to believe. Mo Dao, a legend of his generation, who had dominated the ancient domains beyond the Border Wastelands, had been captured just like that? It was like a fable.
Had an elder intervened, people might have accepted it. But this opponent was even younger than Mo Dao, slightly more youthful in appearance.
Yet the result was undeniable—everyone was left in shock.
“Senior Brother Mo!” some cried out.
“I refuse to believe Senior Brother Mo lost! That guy must have cheated, used some cursed artifact! Everyone, save Senior Brother Mo!” A few indignant girls shouted.
With a clamor, chaos erupted. The two at the center of the battlefield were quickly surrounded.
“Can’t handle losing?” Wang Xi spoke up.
Simultaneously, some from the Celestial Deity Academy snapped out of their daze and rushed forward. Though some had harbored hostility toward Shi Hao earlier, most bore him no grudge. For the greater good, they stepped up.
In an instant, killing intent erupted, divine power surged, and the scene descended into pandemonium. A terrifying melee was on the verge of breaking out.
The two sides were already sworn enemies. An incident like this was nothing short of a spark that could ignite a cataclysmic battle.
“Release Senior Brother Mo!” a group shouted, though none dared charge recklessly, fearing Shi Hao might execute him on the spot.
“If you’re a true hero, fight fair! What underhanded tricks did you use to ambush Senior Brother Mo?” several girls accused.
Shi Hao laughed but didn’t respond. His hand rested lightly on Mo Dao’s shoulder—a single exertion of force would unleash a devastating technique, reducing his opponent to dust.
The Otherworld creatures tensed. If this man decided to act ruthlessly, it would be over. None dared make a reckless move.
“Don’t act rashly!” Many urged, their faces etched with worry and fury.
“If you dare harm him, we’ll slaughter you on the spot!”
“Go ahead, attack! Do you think the heroes of our world fear death? If you make a move, we’ll take your life just as swiftly!”
Threats flew, drawing glares even from their own ranks.
“What’s your game? Trying to incite this world’s people to kill our peerless genius Mo Dao?”
Clearly, the Otherworld faction wasn’t united. Even in this dire situation, some harbored ulterior motives, sowing discord.
“Esteemed brother, please release Mo Dao. Let’s discuss this calmly,” an older Otherworld being implored.
“Exactly! If you truly defeated Senior Brother Mo fairly, releasing him now shouldn’t be a concern. Or are you afraid?” someone taunted.
Shi Hao sneered, paying no heed.
Meanwhile, many cautiously edged closer, seeking an opening.
“Don’t you dare act recklessly, or don’t blame us for being merciless!”
The Celestial Deity Academy’s disciples also stepped forward, summoning treasures to form a defensive line, facing off against the opposition.
“Claiming foul play? Everyone saw what happened—your side was simply outmatched. Playing the victim now? How shameless!” someone mocked the girls.
By now, Wang Xi, Lü Tuo, Xuan Kun, and others had arrived. Whether they liked or loathed Shi Hao, this was a moment to stand united.
After all, this was a monumental victory—capturing an immensely powerful young supreme from the enemy side was an unimaginable feat.
This man had cultivated three strands of immortal energy. In a normal battle, he’d be nigh invincible, impossible to subdue alive!
Once such a figure matured, he would undoubtedly become one of the world’s supreme rulers, a near-unstoppable force, destined to ascend as a true immortal being.
Yet, he had shackled himself, insisting on fighting with only two strands of immortal energy. And now, he’d reaped the consequences.
This outcome would send shockwaves through both factions. Eliminating such a formidable foe in advance—regardless of fairness—was an opportunity the Celestial Deity Academy wouldn’t let slip.
Preemptively destroying a future immortal was an unparalleled achievement!
Moreover, everyone had seen it clearly—there was no ambush. Mo Dao had lost fair and square, bound by his own restrictions.
“How could Senior Brother Mo lose? Step aside!” Several girls on the opposing side wailed, their adoration for him making this unbearable.
Battle auras surged between the two factions, the tension thickening by the second.
“How laughable. A loss is a loss. If I were defeated, I’d admit it. Can’t you even face reality?” Shi Hao finally spoke.
Those words alone ignited fury among the Otherworld cultivators, their eyes blazing with murderous intent.
“Enough!”
Mo Dao suddenly shouted. His gaze was dim, fists clenched in suppressed rage. He longed to retaliate, to overturn this bitter outcome.
But the truth was undeniable—he’d been captured, his peerless cultivation sealed. All he could do was sigh.
“I lost.”
Those two soft words silenced the battlefield.
“Wuuu…” Several girls wept, tears streaming down their fair cheeks, hearts shattered.
Even the young men fell silent, expressions grim. Mo Dao, with his unparalleled talent and charisma, had been a beacon for many.
In their eyes, he was destined to soar above all realms, a future overlord.
In recent years, he’d become the idol of countless youths, a true hero in their hearts, a figure of reverence.
Now, this very hero had openly admitted defeat. It was like watching a monument crumble, leaving many disillusioned and despondent.
“This can’t be! How could Senior Brother Mo lose? How could that guy possibly win?!” Many cried out, some girls’ eyes brimming with tears.
Mo Dao steadied himself. Though his eyes remained dim, the flames of anger had subsided. He reflected, pondered. As much as it pained him, he knew—even if given another chance, restricting himself to two strands of immortal energy would likely yield the same result.
With three strands, he feared no one—daring to battle Void Beasts, challenge elite members of royal bloodlines, even defy the descendants of Immortals.
But now, all he could do was sigh.
On the Celestial Deity Academy’s side, cheers erupted. Excitement lit up their faces as they regarded Shi Hao with newfound respect.
This guy had just accomplished the impossible—neutralizing a future supreme powerhouse in advance.
A pity he’d only cultivated two strands of immortal energy. With three, even Lü Tuo might not dare claim victory over him. His potential was terrifying.
“Does the wager stand?” Shi Hao asked.
Silence fell. All eyes turned to the two at the center—the terms were far too severe!
To become a servant, a mere attendant?
For a peerless genius who’d cultivated three strands of immortal energy, this was unthinkable.
“Honor your word,” Shi Hao pressed.
The Otherworld beings gnashed their teeth, itching to strike him down. How dare he push Mo Dao to such extremes?
Mo Dao’s face stiffened. For the first time, he tasted true bitterness. Should he end it all here?
A young supreme of his stature—how could he resign himself to servitude?
“I’ll give you a chance. Challenge me again in the future. If you win, you’re free. If you lose again, then you’ll serve me faithfully,” Shi Hao offered, dangling a sliver of hope.
“Senior Brother Mo, agree! Don’t do anything rash!” someone pleaded, paling at the thought of him committing suicide on the spot.
Mo Dao’s expression cycled through shades of green and white, his emotions in turmoil.
“I’ve never broken my word—not even to my greatest enemies. I lost this wager. I’ll honor it,” he forced out, each syllable a struggle.
Shi Hao smiled, glancing at Wang Xi, Lü Tuo, Yao Yue, and the Otherworld beings before addressing Mo Dao: “Good. If any three-strand cultivators provoke me in the future, you’ll handle them for me.”
“Senior Brother Mo, we’ll share your burden!”
From the Otherworld ranks, several rushed forward—mostly girls, though a few young men joined.
The crowd gaped.
Shi Hao blinked, then beamed. “Bringing the whole family? Welcome!”
On the opposing side, the Otherworld beings seethed, their murderous auras reaching terrifying heights!
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