The blood was thick, the dark golden centipede body thrashed and writhed in the void. The mantis-centipede’s body was torn in two, the excruciating pain unbearable.
*Ssssh!*
Its upper half fled, breaking free at the cost of shedding another segment of its body—wound upon wound, centipede blood spilling.
Everyone was stunned. In just moments, the life-and-death battle between two supreme experts had taken such a turn. The mantis-centipede had lost, and miserably so, its body shattered.
No one had expected the battle to be so fierce, yet so brief. It felt as if it had just begun, only to end abruptly!
Too sudden—people could hardly believe it.
“How could it lose? The mantis-centipede was torn apart! Wasn’t its body supposed to be indestructible, its golden form unbreakable?” Behind, the young kings of the foreign realm were shaken, their expressions grave for the first time.
Not just others—even the mantis-centipede itself struggled to accept this. It had been brimming with confidence, certain it would suppress the experts of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Yet here it was, reduced to such a wretched state.
As for the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, they erupted in celebration. After enduring so much oppression, they finally witnessed a great victory. Cheers rose like a tide—they had longed for this dawn, and now it had arrived.
For this world, the war had been too brutal. First, the ancient supreme expert Xiang Feng from a million years ago was slain. Then, the Crimson-Haired Divine Monarch and others fell one after another. Later, geniuses like Lü Hong and Zi Ri Tianjun, who possessed perfect ancient seeds, were also cut down. It was tragic, casting a pall of despair over the world, making even breathing feel difficult.
“You… ruined my Dao body, shattered my golden form! I swear, it’s you or me!” the mantis-centipede snarled, consumed by hatred.
Just now, it had nearly died. If not for its ruthless self-amputation, it would have been slain by that young man.
The mantis-centipede had never imagined losing to someone from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. This youth was terrifying—more ferocious than itself, like a prehistoric beast unleashed.
“Then die,” Shi Hao responded coldly, stepping forward with chilling composure. He exuded more demonic aura than the mantis-centipede, his killing intent surging like a tide.
The mantis-centipede’s eyes gleamed icily. There was no escape—this duel, chosen by the Immortal Turtle Shell, could only end with one side’s death.
“I will cut you down!”
The mantis-centipede retrieved a crystal, within which a drop of crimson liquid shimmered like a miniature red sun—ancestral blood essence.
It swallowed it whole. Instantly, its severed body regenerated—not just flesh, but its essence, energy, and spirit all restored to peak condition.
*Ssssh!*
The mantis-centipede moved, its dark golden form tearing through the void at blinding speed. It no longer clashed head-on but fought with precision.
It believed that in a true battle, with all techniques unleashed, this youth couldn’t possibly rend its body. A fight between them should take hundreds of exchanges, not be decided in a single life-or-death strike!
Earlier, it had been a brute-force contest, devoid of finesse.
Now, it would rely on its unparalleled combat skills to kill Shi Hao.
Indeed, this mantis-centipede was extraordinary, its instincts fearsome. It became a blur of light, weaving around Shi Hao in relentless assault.
On the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, hearts clenched in fear—what if this hard-won victory was overturned? The thought was unbearable.
“I send you to the afterlife!” Shi Hao spoke only these four words. He unleashed terrifying techniques—wings of the Kunpeng on his back, the divine ability of shrinking the earth beneath his feet, and mastery over lightning. Three supreme arts combined, his speed defying imagination.
*Clang!*
To the mantis-centipede, Shi Hao in this moment was a nightmare. His fists, indestructible, hammered relentlessly into its body.
It was deliberate—a display of overwhelming dominance, crushing it with sheer force!
The mantis-centipede realized Shi Hao’s combat skills were terrifyingly refined, honed through true battle, not the pampered “genius” of a privileged lineage.
Yet, Shi Hao ignored finesse, preferring to pummel it with raw, devastating punches.
“You—!” The mantis-centipede raged.
This wasn’t a fight—it was humiliation. No matter its efforts, Shi Hao answered with a single, annihilating fist!
In truth, Shi Hao sought both to dominate and to test the Indestructible Scripture’s power channeled through his fists. The results were terrifying.
*Boom!*
The mantis-centipede, trapped, was forced to trade blows. Its scythe-like arms flashed, blade light illuminating the heavens, sword qi flooding the sky.
Many paled, but the outcome was tragic.
*Clang!*
A deafening impact—Shi Hao shattered its arms, its body crumbling.
*Splat!*
Both arms were severed, blood spraying anew. Shi Hao, ghostly in his movements, pursued without pause.
The mantis-centipede despaired. Just as it had slain Zi Ri Tianjun with absolute confidence, now it faced the same fate—utterly outmatched.
*Splat!*
Shi Hao’s fist carried the aura of the Great Dao, its boundless intent filling the world like a starry sky, colossal stars rotating and pressing down.
The mantis-centipede laughed bitterly, immobilized, watching helplessly as that fist—like a comet—slammed into it.
*Splat!*
The fist tore through its segmented body, now exploding in a rain of blood and shattered carapace.
“Ah—!” The mantis-centipede screamed, struggling to protect its soul.
But Shi Hao’s right fist blazed, divine light erupting like volcanic fury, molten power piercing heaven and earth.
*Splat!*
Its head was obliterated, the fist bursting through. The image froze, shocking all.
A young king of the foreign realm had fallen!
Dead. The mantis-centipede was slain.
Silence gripped the battlefield. The foreign young kings were shaken—their mighty mantis-centipede, defeated and slaughtered!
On the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, thunderous cheers erupted. Victory was theirs!
“Thank you, Huang!” In the distance, Zi Ri Tianjun’s page knelt, tears streaming as he kowtowed to Shi Hao in gratitude.
Others roared in jubilation, the cacophony deafening.
By the rules, Shi Hao could withdraw.
Yet he stood tall, rooted like an ancient pine on the battlefield, unmoving.
“Next!” His icy voice echoed across the field.
“You… how arrogant!” the Serpent Nightfork spat.
“Disagree? Come, and I’ll cut you down!” Shi Hao’s words were sharp, his gaze locked onto the Serpent Nightfork, the Golden Demon Bird, and a silver-haired woman—all marked for death.
Earlier, they had sneered at the cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, slaughtering Lü Hong, Xuan Kun, and others. Only blood could wash away this shame.
“You think I won’t? I’ll kill you!” The Serpent Nightfork, silver-bodied and winged, stirred tempests with its movements, its tail smashing boulders weighing millions of pounds.
“Then come and die!” Shi Hao challenged.
But the Immortal Turtle Shell glowed, selecting his next opponent—a bizarre figure with twelve pairs of arms, goat-like horns, and golden fur, radiating terrifying power.
“Die!” The foreign young king charged, his roar brimming with killing intent.
Twelve pairs of arms formed seals, unleashing a storm of secret arts, drowning the battlefield in divine might.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao countered with overwhelming force, refusing to dodge. He met the foreigner’s onslaught with even fiercer techniques—pure, brutal retaliation.
Every secret art was shattered beneath his fist’s radiance.
“Ancient Demon Wall, suppress!” The creature paled, invoking its ancestral power. Chanting, its arms wove seals, summoning a black wall stained with blood, descending with crushing force.
The Demon Wall—execution incarnate!
Elders from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths gasped. This was no ordinary technique—it was an ancestral art of the foreign realm!
Unlike other arts, this one grew stronger with each life it claimed, its legacy deepening over generations.
The blood staining the black wall? It belonged to supreme beings slain by this clan’s ancestors in the Immortal Ancient War, nourished by countless lives.
Ancestral arts thrived on time and slaughter—a cumulative inheritance of a race’s bloodshed.
Of course, descendants had to comprehend and awaken its power themselves.
*Boom!*
The bloodstained black wall pressed down on Shi Hao.
“Foreign inheritance? Just this? Pathetic!” Shi Hao roared, his body blazing as multiple divine arts merged into one unstoppable force.
*Ssssh!*
Behind him, willow branches transformed into chains of order, spearing toward the black wall.
*Crack!*
Lightning, thick with chaos, erupted from his body, striking the wall.
Then, a Kunpeng emerged, wings spread, lifting the black wall before hurling it aside in fury!
…
One divine art after another erupted as Shi Hao assaulted the wall with relentless might.
Finally—*Boom!*—the black wall cracked, then exploded in a rain of blood, utterly destroyed.
The ancestral art failed. The twelve-armed creature coughed blood, staggering back, suffering severe backlash.
Shi Hao gave no quarter. He lunged, fists blazing, a storm of annihilation.
“You—!” The creature panicked, sensing death’s approach.
*Splat!*
Shi Hao’s fist reduced it to a mist of blood, painting the void crimson.
A second young king of the foreign realm had fallen!
The battlefield was silent, all eyes fixed on Shi Hao.
“Next!” His voice was ice, his stance unyielding—he would face them all.
“You…!” The foreign young kings seethed with fury and dread.
The Golden Demon Bird, the silver-haired woman, the Serpent Nightfork—all tensed under Shi Hao’s piercing gaze.
“You won’t escape. Since you’re among the ten, I’ll settle accounts with each of you—one by one,” Shi Hao declared, merciless.
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