Chapter 1215: With Might Against the Heroes

The Soul-Guiding Lotus shimmered with silver radiance that shook the heavens and earth, instantly blooming with divine brilliance that soared into the skies. It writhed violently in Shi Hao’s grasp.

*Whoosh!*

Everyone attacked at once. How could they stand by and watch him claim this rare divine herb alone? A barrage of beams shot toward him, but they were all neutralized—his immunity to magical energy rendered them useless.

Only the Phoenix-Winged Immortal Gold Trident, divine swords, war halberds, and spears proved effective, forcing Shi Hao to counter them directly.

Suddenly, a violent tremor ran through Shi Hao’s hand. The silver lotus leaves melted into liquid, and the petals withered, transforming into crystalline droplets before dissolving entirely!

In the void, the silver droplets coalesced, rising from Shi Hao’s fingers and gathering midair into a radiant, shimmering pool of liquid.

The divine herb had melted away, undergoing a sudden transformation at this critical moment!

Yet the liquid remained, suspended in the air, its fragrance ten times more potent than before. Everyone’s eyes burned with greed as they lunged forward to seize it.

“The divine herb has ripened and shed its form, turning into precious liquid! Its roots have escaped!” someone lamented.

Shi Hao, standing at the forefront, naturally wouldn’t miss this chance. His massive hand stretched out, attempting to grasp the liquid.

However, the others unleashed their full physical might. These young supremes erupted with terrifying techniques, their blood energy surging like tidal waves as they assaulted him.

Shi Hao’s body trembled violently. He had to brace himself—his sole Heavenly Passage was distorting, on the verge of collapse.

Not only was he under siege, but his immunity to magical energy was also failing. These opponents were extraordinary; the runes they had unleashed earlier were terrifying. His immunity was severely strained and could no longer hold, about to fade entirely.

*Boom!*

Lü Tuo’s emerald-green palms struck with enough force to pierce the heavens.

With one hand grasping the Soul-Guiding Lotus liquid, Shi Hao countered with the other, clashing against Lü Tuo’s strikes. The impacts resounded like thunder, distorting and shattering the void.

*Whoosh!*

A sword beam, dazzling like a river of light, shot toward him—Wang Xi’s divine blade.

*Crack!*

The void split as the fairy from the Immortal Academy swung her Phoenix-Winged Immortal Gold Trident downward, aiming for Shi Hao’s head.

Meanwhile, two others from the academy attacked—spear and halberd descended with chilling sharpness, piercing through the air toward Shi Hao’s vitals.

*Boom!*

Shi Hao’s sole Heavenly Passage blazed with light, unleashing divine techniques. Golden willow branches transformed into chains of order, lashing out indiscriminately. Thunder roared in layers, and the mysteries of reincarnation surged from within him, sweeping across the battlefield.

This was a grand collision. Shi Hao fought furiously, exploiting the last remnants of his immunity before it faded entirely.

*Hum!*

The void trembled, then erupted with deafening noise as radiant treasures reappeared. His opponents rejoiced—their runes were effective again, and they unleashed a full assault.

Just moments ago, they had been grimacing as their techniques proved useless against Shi Hao, while his Kun Peng Art, Thunder Emperor Divine Ability, and Reincarnation Runes erupted with terrifying force.

Now, the tables had turned. Their techniques rained down upon him, and the counterattack had arrived!

Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed with divine light. Though disrupted and battered, his hand clutching the silver liquid did not retreat. A cauldron materialized in his palm, swallowing the liquid whole.

*Thud!*

The combined assault of these supremes was overwhelming. Even someone as mighty as Shi Hao couldn’t withstand them all. His sole Heavenly Passage flickered, dimmed, and twisted—on the brink of shattering.

*Whoosh!*

The Pacification Swordplay took effect. A blade pierced through, drawing a spray of blood.

Shi Hao dodged in time to avoid a fatal strike, but the sword still grazed his arm. Crimson blood dripped—not a severe wound, but the sword’s energy carried a destructive will, seeking to ravage his flesh.

“Break!”

Shi Hao roared. A pair of Kun Peng wings unfurled behind him, flapping violently as Yin and Yang energies intertwined, forcibly expelling the invasive sword energy.

*Boom!*

Lü Tuo’s fist seals arrived, clashing with Shi Hao in a battle that shook the heavens, collapsing the void.

*Clang!*

When the fairy’s trident descended, Shi Hao deflected it with a strike to its edge, sparks flying as the impact reverberated.

Halberd and spear thrust toward his brow, while immortal energy and runes surged in a violent storm of techniques.

Shi Hao was in peril, battling multiple supreme youths—the future strongest of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. His situation was dire.

*Bang!*

With the silver liquid secured, Shi Hao formed hand seals, engaging them all.

He repelled halberds and spears, unstoppable in his charge to break free. But his opponents, faces dark with fury, intensified their assault.

The Soul-Guiding Lotus was miraculous—capable of reviving a shattered soul, granting a second life. Who wouldn’t covet such a treasure?

*Boom!*

When Shi Hao blocked the trident barehanded again, the weapon suddenly blazed with terrifying heat, as if it could incinerate the world.

His palm seared black with pain. Had he been any weaker, his entire arm would have turned to ash.

“Die!” The fairy from the academy hissed, her body engulfed in towering flames as she lunged, sealing the area with divine fire.

“Flames of Heaven’s Scorch!” someone gasped.

Shi Hao was taken aback. This fire was overwhelmingly powerful, even threatening him. He braced himself—this was no ordinary flame.

“A dao flame capable of scorching the heavens—a supreme divine fire!” He recognized it now.

He had seen this ancient technique before—the Great Heaven-Scorching Art, a primordial method whose flames could reduce all existence to ashes.

*Whoosh!*

The inferno surged toward him, unbearable in its intensity. The scorched flesh on his palm throbbed with agony.

*Boom!*

Shi Hao’s aura shifted abruptly as he formed seals, unleashing the Six Paths Reincarnation Ancient Heavenly Art. His techniques intertwined, striking forward as if opening the gates of the six paths themselves.

*Clang!*

In the next instant, Shi Hao drew a sword—dull at first, but with a single surge of energy, it erupted with divine radiance, its light piercing the heavens.

*Crack!*

The Phoenix-Winged Immortal Gold Trident was severed, its immortal metal absorbed into Shi Hao’s sword. A priceless treasure had been destroyed.

This was the Great Luo Immortal Sword Embryo—a weapon Shi Hao rarely used. Drawing it meant he was ready to kill.

*Whoosh!*

The sword flashed, synergizing with the Six Paths Reincarnation Art. It nearly severed the fairy’s arm, forcing her into retreat, her face twisted with anguish.

Her trident was ruined, reduced to scrap metal.

*Clang!*

As others attacked, Shi Hao wielded the sword with the Six Paths Art. The blade seemed alive, swirling with celestial patterns as a faint humanoid figure materialized within its misty glow.

*Crack!*

Wang Xi’s sword shattered upon impact, its immortal metal absorbed.

Shi Hao was stunned. The sword had grown even more formidable, nourished by his own strength.

Wang Xi’s face paled—her peerless blade had been destroyed in an instant.

*Boom!*

Shi Hao fought like a madman, driving his enemies back with the Six Paths Reincarnation Divine Ability. Alone, with just his sword, he carved a path through them.

*Whoosh!*

Blood bloomed from the fairy’s shoulder—she had nearly been bisected.

*Bang!*

Wang Xi was sent flying, coughing blood from the Six Paths impact.

*Whoosh!*

Sword energy crisscrossed as Shi Hao broke free from the encirclement, standing firm once more.

To emerge unscathed from a siege by so many supremes would shake the world if word spread.

Now, his enemies hesitated. Shi Hao stood just beyond their reach, poised to attack or retreat at will.

“Who still wants the Soul-Guiding Lotus?” Shi Hao challenged.

But it was too late. The prize was already his.

*Hmph!*

Lü Tuo snorted, the first to retreat.

Wang Xi turned away without a word.

“You’ve wounded me. I’ll make you pay for this,” the fairy from the academy spat.

“Unconvinced? Fight me now!” Shi Hao roared.

“Another day. I have spoils to claim,” she gritted out before leaving.

The others, unwilling to face this madman, scattered to seek other divine herbs.

They knew—with the Kun Peng Art, Shi Hao’s speed was unmatched. Now that he had the herb and escaped their trap, catching him would be impossible.

In an instant, the battlefield fell silent.

Shi Hao smirked, then pursued. Now, it was his turn to hunt. Whoever found a divine herb would become his prey.