“Let go!” Even with the bloodline of ultimate strength, the Heavenly Horned Ant couldn’t break free, firmly pinned down.
Shi Hao shook his head, naturally preventing it from charging forward. This was a battle where life and death hung in the balance, and the young ant was not yet mature enough for such a fierce fight. If anyone were to fight, it should be him.
Opposite them stood three terrifying beings. The eldest among them was humanoid but bore eight arms, his medium-sized frame covered in scales.
Shrouded in black mist, he exuded an aura of immense power and eerie mystery. With each step he took, the heavens and earth trembled, his blood energy surging like an endless ocean.
This was an extraordinarily powerful cultivator from the foreign realm. Lightning crackled from his eyes as he spoke, “I have cultivated for two hundred thousand years and wish to test my skills against you.”
Beside him, chaotic energy swirled around a middle-aged being of towering stature, his head devoid of hair but instead adorned with sharp, menacing bone spikes.
This being radiated the aura of a supreme powerhouse, in the prime of his life, brimming with vitality. His terrifying fluctuations were no weaker than the elder’s.
At this moment, he too spoke with authority, “I have cultivated for fifty thousand years. Who dares face me?”
Following closely, the youngest of the three stepped forward, his movements regal and imposing, exuding an air of divine might. Handsome and wreathed in immortal energy, he resembled a banished immortal walking the mortal world.
Three Dao Flowers bloomed above his head, their immortal energy cascading down into his body before rising again from his crown, reforming into the flowers in an endless cycle that nourished his form.
“Hmm?”
Everyone was stunned. Apart from the diamond-shaped scale on his forehead, this youth appeared no different from a human. Moreover, he clearly practiced the ancient Immortal Dao, with his three Dao Flowers condensed from three strands of immortal energy.
This person was terrifyingly strong!
“I have cultivated for twenty-five years and thirst for a worthy opponent!” the youth declared, speaking not in divine sense but in an ancient tongue—the language of the Immortal Ancient Era, originating from this very realm.
Many were dumbfounded, especially Shi Hao, who immediately realized that this youth hailed from beyond the border, sharing the same origins as the beings of this world—just like Mo Dao, whom he had subdued.
But this one was far stronger!
Old, middle-aged, and young—three representatives of three pivotal eras!
On the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, unrest spread as many stepped forward, eager to fight.
“I have cultivated for two hundred thousand years and am willing to battle!”
First, several elders responded, stepping forward in unison.
Similarly, a few who had cultivated for fifty thousand years also volunteered.
But the greatest number of challengers came from the younger generation. From the warship bathed in crimson radiance, a group of young supremes stirred, all eager to fight!
“Let me take this one.” A red-haired elder stepped forward, his fiery locks curling like flames.
He hailed from a long-life family, and in that instant, many elders nodded in approval.
“Red-Haired Divine Lord—he has the strength for this!”
Even the Great Elder of the Sacred Academy nodded in agreement, though his heart was heavy with grief as he cradled the corpse of his eldest disciple, Xiang Feng. Despite using Soul-Guiding Lotus, he had failed to restore his disciple’s shattered soul.
Xiang Feng, who had cultivated for a million years, had been the first to step forward, only to have his skull crushed in an instant, his soul obliterated.
Even the mightiest divine medicine could not revive one whose soul had left not a single fragment behind.
“Red-Haired Divine Lord practices the Great Incineration Art, said to burn away all evil. In the Immortal Ancient Era, this technique countered many foreign cultivators!”
“His title overshadows his true name, which few even remember. Two hundred thousand years ago, he dominated his generation.”
Whispers spread, and some felt a measure of relief upon recognizing him.
“Something feels off… I sense a familiar aura.” The foreign elder with eight arms narrowed his eyes, studying the Red-Haired Divine Lord.
“Fall back and observe,” the elder suddenly commanded, ordering the middle-aged and young warriors to hold back, sensing something unusual.
The battle erupted as the Red-Haired Divine Lord clashed with the eight-armed elder.
**Boom!**
Crimson flames soared, setting the heavens ablaze.
The Great Incineration Art unleashed its might, scorching the void and igniting the battlefield. From the outset, the Red-Haired Divine Lord displayed this ancient technique, seeking to suppress his foe.
Yet the eight-armed elder’s power surpassed all expectations. His eight limbs moved in unison, each forming a different seal, their might fierce enough to resist the incinerating flames.
Crackling filled the air as the two clashed violently.
The flames turned golden, a blazing inferno that swept across the skies, even dragging down meteors from beyond the heavens, melting them into magma.
The void itself grew scorching, space collapsing under the heat—this was the fire of incineration, capable of annihilating all things.
The battle raged for three hundred exchanges before the flames of the Great Incineration Art dimmed, replaced by chaotic light that burned fiercely.
The crowd gasped. The Red-Haired Divine Lord was truly formidable—his flames had begun merging with chaos itself. If they ever fully transformed into chaotic flames, he would be invincible!
And at that point, he might even glimpse the realm of immortality!
“Not strong enough. I heard that in the previous era, someone mastered this ancient art, with immortal runes as the inner flame and chaos as the outer, merging to burn even the undying!” the eight-armed elder remarked.
Shock rippled through the crowd. How strong was this elder, to remain unharmed by the Great Incineration Art and still have the leisure to critique it?
Enraged, the Red-Haired Divine Lord let out a roar, his body radiating ripples of mysterious power that amplified his flames, seeking to incinerate his foe.
“Hmm, sweat like quicksilver!” The elder narrowed his eyes and fought back ruthlessly, knowing that hesitation could mean death.
True to his words, the Divine Lord’s sweat gleamed like mercury, pulsing with immense energy.
**Bang!**
Yet the Red-Haired Divine Lord was still wounded, coughing blood as a seal struck his shoulder. With eight arms, the elder’s attacks were nearly multiplied in force.
“Blood tinged with silver!” the elder exclaimed in surprise.
Others noticed it too—when the Divine Lord exerted his full power, his sweat turned to mercury, and his blood shimmered with streaks of silver amidst the crimson.
“You are a descendant of one of our realm’s mighty clans!” the elder declared, now certain.
“Nonsense!” the Divine Lord roared.
“Your cultivation is extraordinary, bearing the bloodline of one of our great clans. Do not persist in folly.” The elder had sensed familiarity earlier and now confirmed the Divine Lord’s foreign ancestry.
“Begone!” The Divine Lord’s refusal was absolute.
“Then I shall send you on your way. Though you are of noble lineage, your betrayal of your ancestors is unforgivable!” The elder had already fought four hundred exchanges with him.
“Red-Hair, retreat!” a fossil-level elder from a long-life family shouted.
But it was too late. The disciple they had nurtured, once hailed as the unrivaled king of his era two hundred thousand years ago, suffered a devastating blow.
The eight-armed being was terrifying—a single strike from him could shatter stars beyond the heavens.
**Thud!**
One of his arms pierced the Divine Lord’s chest, crushing his heart.
“Ah—!”
The Divine Lord roared, his body erupting with divine flames and chaotic energy as he fought desperately.
**Thud!**
Another arm descended, snapping his neck.
“Perish!” With a final shout, the elder formed a fist seal and shattered the Divine Lord’s skull, ending his life.
The battle concluded at exactly five hundred exchanges.
“Even if he was of our bloodline, refusal to submit warrants death!” the eight-armed elder declared coldly before stepping back.
“Red-Hair!” Mournful cries rose from behind.
“How could he lose? The Great Incineration Art was supposed to counter foreign cultivators!”
The Red-Haired Divine Lord, once the unrivaled king of his generation, had cultivated for so long, reaching unimaginable heights—yet he had still fallen.
This was a heavy blow to the cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
“Who are you? Name yourself!” The Divine Lord’s disciples and sect elders shouted in fury, their eyes bloodshot with grief.
“You may call me the Eight-Armed Sage, ranked tenth among my peers two hundred thousand years ago,” he replied coldly before retreating.
“Who seeks death next?” The middle-aged warrior, his head crowned with razor-sharp bone spikes, roared, dominating the battlefield.
His aura was no weaker than the Eight-Armed Sage’s, despite having cultivated for only fifty thousand years.
A supreme being stepped forward, wrapped in immortal energy, a peerless figure of his generation.
**Boom!**
The battle was fierce, shaking the heavens and eclipsing the sun and moon.
Yet it ended even faster—in just eighty exchanges, the foreign cultivator pierced his opponent’s brow with a single finger before obliterating his body with a punch, leaving nothing but drifting blood mist.
The outcome was heartbreaking. Many cried out in anguish—such a mighty expert had met such a tragic end.
The gap was simply too vast!
So far, out of four battles, only Chu Shanhe had emerged victorious—and he was the unrivaled king of five hundred thousand years ago, barely defeating the foreign realm’s eleventh-ranked warrior.
Had the foreigner been slightly higher-ranked, even Chu Shanhe might have fallen!
The atmosphere grew suffocatingly tense. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths side was plunged into gloom, their morale shaken by these brutal defeats.
“Pathetic. Who dares face me? Who seeks death?” The foreign youth sneered, his gaze contemptuous.
“Damn it all! I’ll crush you!” The young Heavenly Horned Ant couldn’t hold back, hating both the foreign beings and the oppressive mood.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao held it back and stepped forward himself.
“No, let me!” the golden ant screeched.
**Whoosh!**
At the same time, a streak of purple light shot into the sky as another figure charged forth, radiating auspicious energy.
“Let me fight him!” It was the Purple Sun Heavenly Monarch, who had recently lost to Shi Hao. Eager to redeem himself, he sought to rebuild his confidence in this dire moment.
His Dao heart was flawed, and he yearned to slay a foreign foe, carving a path to transcendence.
“Allow me!” Qi Gu Dao, a young supreme from the Sacred Academy, also stepped forward, seeking vengeance for his elder’s fallen disciple and to erase the shame of defeat.
“Seed of Primordial Purple Qi!” The foreign youth’s eyes locked onto the Purple Sun Heavenly Monarch in shock. That seed had once been hailed as invincible—how could it reappear in this era?
“And the Seed of Yin-Yang, the sapling of the World Tree…” His diamond-shaped scale lifted, revealing a terrifying mark that pierced through the auras of the young supremes on the crimson warship.
“What? These seeds still exist? Let me at them!”
“Step aside—I’ll handle this!”
From the abyss’s edge, a group of foreign youths strode forth, each more terrifying than the last, their auras shaking the world.
Their eyes burned with hunger as they fixed on Lan Xian, the Ten Crown King, Da Xu Tuo, and others—like predators spotting prey.
“Dare you fight? Come forth and face us!”
No one had expected over a dozen foreign youths to charge forward at once, baying for battle like hunters eager for the kill.
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