From the distant Qilong Ancient Mountains of a foreign land, the silver-haired princess of the Silver Clan, Yin Ling, soared through the air with her silver tresses dancing and robes fluttering, taking the initiative to strike.
In the dim expanse of this ancient battlefield, she appeared transcendent, exuding an ethereal aura as if she were an immortal descending to the mortal world—graceful, captivating, and peerless in elegance.
Yet, upon closer inspection, her eyes were anything but serene. They shimmered with killing intent, her silver pupils blazing with an oppressive light. With a mere flick of her wrist, she unleashed several ancestral techniques!
To kill Shi Hao, she held nothing back, sparing no effort.
Whoosh!
The world turned silver-white, dazzling to the extreme. Liquid silver flowed across the land, melting the earth and collapsing the void.
This was the power of the Silver Clan—transforming all matter into silver, harnessing it for their own use, trapping and annihilating their foes.
Naturally, Shi Hao would not let her succeed. In fact, he had already moved the moment she struck, launching his own attack with a thunderous punch aimed straight ahead.
Boom!
Silver light exploded like spilled mercury, scattering in all directions. Waves of radiant silver pierced through the sky, further corroding the surrounding terrain.
“Kill!”
Unfazed, the silver-haired woman let out a sharp cry, the word “kill” resonating from her lips. She spread her palm, unleashing a divine radiance that split the heavens and shattered the sun!
The brilliance was blinding, surging toward Shi Hao—a single “kill” character inscribed upon her palm by He Ziming, its radiance piercing and capable of sundering the world.
This was the true blood of an ancient ancestor, the essence of their power, capable of annihilating all things. Now, condensed upon Yin Ling’s palm by a special elixir, it harmed not her but only her enemies.
Swoosh!
Shi Hao moved like a phantom, swift and elusive. He did not charge recklessly, knowing full well the danger of the ancient ancestor’s true blood. Like lightning, he evaded the strike.
Yet he did not halt his advance. From the side, he pressed forward, unleashing the Thunder Emperor’s treasure technique—commanding thousands of lightning bolts that scorched the earth ahead, turning it black and brilliant.
Crack!
Bolts of lightning intertwined, silver and gold cascading like waterfalls, smashing into the surroundings and reducing nearby stone mountains to rubble.
The silver-haired woman reacted swiftly, dodging and weaving, unwilling to face the lightning head-on.
The storm of lightning raged, devastating the land. The earth turned pitch-black, massive craters forming as tangible matter disintegrated under the electric onslaught. Even the sky was filled with arcs of lightning stretching thousands of feet.
Boom!
A section of the woman’s sleeve exploded, reduced to ashes by a mere glancing bolt, revealing a slender, jade-like arm. Her expression darkened instantly.
Hiss!
No longer daring to underestimate her foe, even with the ancient ancestor’s true blood, she knew victory was not assured. She opened her palm once more, unleashing the “kill” character against Shi Hao.
She understood that the true blood’s power diminished with each use—its essence would fade, its might waning over time.
Yet she had no choice. If Shi Hao closed the distance, she would surely die. The fate of the nine fallen experts was proof enough—she was no stronger than they had been.
To her, Shi Hao was a demon king, more terrifying than any of the young monarchs from her own realm.
“Boom!”
The void shattered as the “kill” character erupted with overwhelming radiance, unstoppable and all-consuming.
Even distant mountains within the vast battlefield crumbled under its touch—nothing could withstand its might.
Yin Ling threw all caution to the wind, desperate to kill Shi Hao swiftly, fearing any delay might bring unforeseen disaster.
Onlookers shuddered in awe. That was merely half a drop of ancient ancestor’s true blood, yet its destructive power was terrifying—leveling mountains, drying seas, unstoppable by any means.
If the light alone was so devastating, what would happen if the half-drop struck a person directly? The thought sent chills down their spines.
Without a doubt, half a drop of true blood could swiftly erase a Void Dao Realm genius, stripping them of their cultivation and extinguishing their vitality.
“Shi Hao, are you afraid? Why do you flee? If you have the courage of a hero, face me in battle! Don’t make me despise you!” Yin Ling taunted, growing anxious. She feared exhausting the half-drop without landing a single blow.
Shi Hao was simply too fast, darting around her like lightning, forcing her into constant peril with every misstep.
Many on the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths frowned at her shamelessness. Relying on borrowed power rather than her own skill, she dared demand a direct confrontation?
“Shi Hao, coward! Do you dare fight me?” the silver-haired woman pressed, relentless in her assault.
“Enough noise!” Shi Hao snorted coldly. He had been observing, studying the potency of the ancient ancestor’s true blood in the hands of the younger generation from the foreign realm—knowledge that would prove invaluable in future encounters.
He couldn’t help but marvel at its terrifying power. If He Wushuang, the true owner of this blood, were to appear, how overwhelming would he be?
One could imagine He Wushuang’s invincible presence—standing alone, flicking dozens of drops of true blood, annihilating all life in an instant.
The mere thought was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.
“Yin Ling, I shall impart to you a chant to slay him.”
At that moment, He Ziming’s voice rang out from beyond the battlefield. His golden hair cascaded past his knees, his body bathed in radiant light, his smile warm yet dazzling.
He murmured an incantation, transmitting it to the silver-haired woman.
“Many thanks, my lord!” Yin Ling rejoiced. A chant from the He Clan was a supreme secret art, its power unmatched.
Moreover, she quickly realized that this chant was tailored to synergize with the half-drop of true blood in her palm, maximizing its potential.
With a single recitation, an eerie ripple spread through the air.
Then, her palm erupted with blinding light, as if a flame had ignited. The “kill” character detached, illuminating the heavens as it surged toward Shi Hao.
This time, no matter how Shi Hao evaded, the character pursued him relentlessly, leaving him no room to escape.
“Shi Hao, your life is forfeit!” Yin Ling cried triumphantly, a cruel smile playing on her lips as victory seemed within grasp.
All onlookers tensed. The “kill” character, blazing from her palm, chased Shi Hao through the void, on the verge of crushing him.
It moved with terrifying speed, closing in on Shi Hao despite his lightning-fast movements.
“Hah! The methods of the He Clan are truly peerless. Without lifting a finger, Lord He Ziming has orchestrated the demise of Shi Hao, slaying this so-called prodigy through another’s hand.”
Among the foreign realm’s young monarchs, laughter erupted, praising He Ziming’s brilliance.
Yin Ling was ecstatic. No longer needing to defend against Shi Hao, she chanted freely, letting the half-drop of true blood hunt its prey autonomously.
“Shi Hao, where will you run? Today marks your end!” Yin Ling declared, her beautiful form darting through the air.
“A mere vase dares to boast so boldly?” Shi Hao retorted coldly. He had already assessed the true blood’s strength and found it lacking.
“You—how dare you insult me!” The silver-haired woman flushed with rage, humiliation burning in her eyes.
In fury, she struck again, chanting thunderously as the radiant half-drop surged forth to annihilate her foe.
But this time, as the “kill” character neared, Shi Hao did not evade. With a metallic ring, he drew his sword—the Great Luo Immortal Sword.
This blade was mysterious beyond measure, its power scaling with the opponent’s strength. It had once clashed with the Refining Immortal Pot at the Indestructible Peak!
Thus, Shi Hao harbored no fear. Even if his foe wielded an ancestral artifact, he could counter it—let alone a mere half-drop of blood.
Pop!
A soft sound echoed as the dazzling “kill” character split cleanly under the sword’s edge, dissipating into the air.
“What—?!” Yin Ling gasped, recoiling in shock.
But it was too late. Once Shi Hao’s killing intent flared, he showed no mercy. His sword cleaved through the sky, dividing the battlefield.
“Ah—!” The silver-haired woman screamed as a flash of cold light severed her wrist. Her hand fell to the ground, lifeless.
“No!” Yin Ling panicked, stumbling back in terror.
The sword’s radiance faded, its oppressive aura vanishing as Shi Hao sheathed his blade. He regarded her coolly. “Without the half-drop of true blood, what tricks remain?”
“Stay back!” Yin Ling paled, her earlier arrogance and cruelty replaced by sheer dread.
“Time to end this.” Shi Hao extended a finger, sword light erupting from its tip.
Pfft!
The strike pierced through her protective barriers effortlessly.
“My lord, save me!” Yin Ling shrieked, turning toward He Ziming.
He Ziming frowned, raising a hand—but hesitated upon glimpsing the Immortal Turtle Shell Fragment. Its eerie legends gave him pause.
“Thud!”
Shi Hao’s blade decapitated Yin Ling in one clean stroke, his finger piercing her brow to extinguish her soul.
In truth, the moment her hand was severed and the half-drop lost, the battle’s outcome was sealed.
The foreign realm’s spectators watched in grim silence. Ten champions had fallen, all slain by the same man.
This was no fluke—it was sheer, undeniable dominance. The young man before them stood like a demon king, his gaze weighing upon them all.
For the first time in countless years, the foreign realm had suffered such a crushing defeat.
It was a stinging slap to their pride.
He Ziming stared at Shi Hao, golden pupils flashing with a cross-shaped mark.
“What now? After gifting me half a drop of true blood, do you plan to hand over the entire vial? If so, I won’t refuse.” Shi Hao retrieved a white jade vial, sealing the severed hand within. “I’ll save it to feed the pigs.”
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