“The items are ours. Why should we hand them over to you?” the Grand Elder said calmly.
In truth, he didn’t know what they were either, but to uncover the truth, he needed to pry the information from the mouths of the important figures from the other realm.
“Then prepare to be annihilated once more. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths will be bathed in blood—this time, not even a blade of grass will survive!” the elder from the foreign realm declared coldly and ruthlessly.
During the battle of the Immortal Ancient Era, the Nine Heavens had suffered a crushing defeat, slaughtered once already, an entire epoch buried in ruin. And now, the crisis loomed again!
“What exactly is that thing?” Shi Hao asked, glancing at the Grand Elder—clearly playing along.
The Grand Elder remained silent, offering no response.
“Old fool, what do you want?” an impatient general from the Nine Heavens side couldn’t hold back, roaring furiously.
“Insolence!” The elder’s eyes blazed with fury, two blinding silver beams shooting from his pupils, instantly piercing through the heavens and earth. The general shattered on the spot—no one could intervene in time.
A Supreme Being!
Everyone shuddered, a bone-chilling cold sweeping through them. With just a glance, he had slain a powerful general—this was undeniably the might of a true Supreme Being!
“Whoosh!”
At that moment, the divine archer drew his bow. With a sharp *thud*, an arrow streaked forth, piercing through four warriors from the foreign realm in succession, reducing them all to bloody mist!
This was blatant retaliation—direct and merciless.
The foreign elder’s gaze turned icy, silver light flickering once more as he fixed his murderous intent upon the archer. The killing aura surged like a tsunami, sending towering waves of sand soaring into the sky, their height immeasurable.
Such was the might of a Supreme Being—every action carried immense consequences.
“Hmph!”
The Grand Elder, Meng Tianzheng, snorted coldly. His eyes blazed like twin suns, golden radiance erupting as he unleashed his own overwhelming presence, instantly extinguishing the two silver beams.
Moreover, several figures on the opposing side exploded into gore—all standing near the elder who held the Qiankun Pouch!
“You dare provoke war?” The elder’s gaze was glacial, his expression frigid as he raised the Qiankun Pouch.
“Do you think I fear you? Go summon a few more—you alone are no match for me!” the Grand Elder declared flatly before the warriors of both realms.
Though no battle had erupted, his disdain and indifference bolstered the morale of the Nine Heavens forces immensely.
“The time is not yet ripe. But mark my words—your head will roll one day!” the foreign elder said with a chilling sneer.
Meng Tianzheng laughed heartily. “Are you calling upon the Immortals? Because someone like you will never have that chance.” Then his expression turned cold. “I overestimated you. You don’t even know what that thing is—how dare you demand it from me?”
“You—!” The foreign elder flushed with humiliation. Indeed, he had no idea what the object was. He had only pieced together fragments of meaning from the ancient script on the decree, hence his attempt to interrogate the Nine Heavens and uncover the truth.
“Send someone who actually knows what they’re talking about. You’re unworthy,” the Grand Elder said dismissively.
The foreign elder composed himself, sneering. “I see now—you don’t know either.”
With that, he vanished in a flash, disappearing without a trace.
Simultaneously, the Grand Elder also faded from sight.
Everyone knew they hadn’t left—they had merely retreated into the shadows, locked in a standoff. A battle at their level would bring catastrophic consequences, unleashing endless death.
“Well, the Ancestor has departed. Let us claim a few more heads before we withdraw,” a commander from the foreign realm said.
A golden halo enveloped him, radiating immense power and sharpness. It was he who had summoned the Martial Heavenly King, Wu Feng.
“Wu Feng, step forward and sever the head of the Desolate One!”
A silver-haired youth advanced, his bearing heroic and vigorous. Ranked fourth among the Ten Heavenly Kings, he had received guidance from an Immortal, his magic profound and his cultivation terrifying.
Wu Feng strode forward, pointing directly at Shi Hao.
The battlefield was vast. The armies of both realms had temporarily ceased hostilities due to the decree’s interference. Now, with Wu Feng stepping forth, the war was poised to reignite.
“You’ve lost ten kings to the Desolate One—trying to wash away the shame? I say today will bring even greater defeat!”
“Some old ghosts couldn’t sit still, digging up this white-haired brat to turn the tide. Useless!”
Many from the Nine Heavens side jeered.
“Kill him!”
“Heavenly King Wu is invincible!”
From the foreign realm, a chorus of roars erupted.
The younger generation, in particular, yearned for Shi Hao’s immediate execution. His mere existence was a humiliation they couldn’t bear. But to truly cleanse their disgrace, he had to fall at the hands of one of their own—only then could they shed the shadow of their ten kings’ defeat.
Without a word, Shi Hao strode forward to face this so-called Heavenly King.
“Such a dilemma,” Wu Feng mused, his silver armor gleaming like a battle robe woven from the stars, bathed in sacred radiance. “Senior Jin Tuo ordered me to take your head, yet Brother He Ziming claims you as his—he insists on killing you himself when next you meet.”
Many young cultivators on the Nine Heavens side burned with fury, incensed by Wu Feng’s arrogance. Did he truly believe he could slay Shi Hao?
“A dilemma? There is none. Today, I slay you. Tomorrow, He Ziming follows,” Shi Hao declared.
“For Brother He to deign mention you, spreading word far and wide—you should be honored. Very well, I’ll test you. If you prove weaker than expected, I’ll risk offending Brother He and claim your head myself!” Wu Feng taunted, advancing.
“Such bravado! Don’t you dare flee later!” the Nine Heavens youths shouted, eager for Shi Hao’s triumph.
Shi Hao moved with the grace of a dragon and the steadiness of a tiger, his steps relaxed, his demeanor calm—as if this were no life-or-death duel.
“Kill!”
At the last moment, Shi Hao roared.
“Slay!” Wu Feng bellowed, his right hand gleaming silver as he formed a blade seal, slashing toward Shi Hao. A blinding white blade aura, tens of thousands of feet long, tore through the air!
Shi Hao responded with a fist seal, meeting the blade head-on!
Both had condensed countless techniques into a single strike, aiming to end the battle swiftly.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao’s fist shattered the surging blade energy, colliding directly with Wu Feng’s palm. The impact was catastrophic, space collapsing around them in endless ruin.
“Die!” Wu Feng roared, pouring all his power into the blade seal, its brilliance intensifying. He was executing a terrifying ancestral technique, pushing the blade seal to its limits.
“The Immortal Heavenly Blade Art!” Many from the foreign realm cheered.
This was an incomparably fearsome blade technique, requiring mastery of a secret ancestral art to unleash. Combined, they formed an invincible method—passed down by an Immortal!
Taught personally by Immortal Qi Min!
“Boom!”
Countless blade rays erupted, flooding the heavens and earth, their silver-white radiance so intense it seemed capable of shearing the sky itself!
Against this onslaught, Shi Hao remained steadfast, his fist seal still clenched, the Indestructible Scripture surging within him as he met the Immortal Heavenly Blade head-on!
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Three consecutive strikes—Shi Hao’s fists hammered against the heavenly blade, each impact shaking Wu Feng’s blade-sealed hand violently.
Then, the two separated, passing each other by.
Shi Hao stood composed, his expression unreadable.
Wu Feng’s face was grave, his shock unconcealed as he looked back.
Only the most seasoned experts grasped what had transpired—to the rest, the outcome remained unclear.
“Woo—”
In the distance, a horn sounded—the foreign realm’s Immortal Conch Shell, signaling retreat.
Clearly, today’s events were extraordinary. The decree had failed to intimidate the Heavenly Abyss. Their withdrawal hinted at greater schemes to come.
“Fall back!” came the order.
The elder holding the Qiankun Pouch reappeared, covering the retreat to prevent pursuit. The Grand Elder also emerged, maintaining the standoff to prevent the elder from unleashing the immortal artifact’s slaughter.
“Desolate One, we spare you today. When Heavenly King Wu Feng meets you again, he *will* take your head!” the foreign youths vowed bitterly.
“Ask him—does he dare?” Shi Hao replied coolly.
All eyes turned forward in astonishment.
But Wu Feng did not look back. He followed the retreating army.
Only when they reached the horizon did Wu Feng suddenly cough up mouthfuls of blood. His right arm crackled violently before shattering—nearly exploding entirely.
“What happened?!” the foreign youths cried in alarm.
“Heavenly King Wu, are you alright?” someone asked.
After spitting more blood, Wu Feng finally spoke. “Among our generation… few can match him. Only Brother Ziming can defeat him! If we wish to cleanse our shame with a peer’s hands, we must seek warriors from the An Lan or Yu Tuo families!”
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