Boom!
A dragon’s roar seemed to echo between heaven and earth, tearing through the firmament as if splitting the cosmos itself. The sound was the bloom of divine laws, the interweaving of order.
Shi Hao and Yu Feng clashed violently, their bodies colliding in an instant.
However, it was clear that Shi Hao was in a dire state. Not long ago, he had suffered severe injuries due to the schemes of the jailers, who had nearly torn him apart and detonated formations to wound his body.
Now, engaging in such a fierce battle, some of his internal wounds were ripped open again. This greatly hindered his performance, and prolonged combat would only worsen the negative effects.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao clenched his fist, saying nothing. Even wounded and not at his peak, he would still fight—determined to prove himself against this opponent.
Perhaps it could be said that he intended to capture Yu Feng outright. To the current Shi Hao, his ambition was boundless. Among his peers, no matter who he faced, he feared none.
“Interesting. A decent stone—I’ll claim it!” Yu Feng remained composed, brimming with arrogance as he spoke mid-battle.
From afar, cheers erupted.
The cultivators of the foreign realm were ecstatic. There was no better news—since Shi Hao had begun his rampage, finding an opponent beneath the Supreme level had been nearly impossible, leaving them frustrated.
Now, finally, someone had arrived to humble him.
“You speak too soon,” Shi Hao said, his essence blood surging as he rapidly healed the hidden injuries left by the jailers.
At the same time, the jailers in the distance wore unpredictable expressions. They were deeply concerned—if Shi Hao lost, all would be well. But if he won, it would unleash a storm.
They exchanged glances, unwilling to let Shi Hao triumph.
“Come!” Yu Feng’s expression turned icy. In an instant, he spread his fingers before clenching them into a fist. Dark light surged, followed by an overwhelming blackness that spread like storm clouds.
His fingers had turned pitch-black as he struck forward with terrifying speed.
In that moment, the heavens and earth dimmed, as if plunged into midnight, where not even a hand could be seen before one’s eyes.
“Sky-Splitting Fist!”
Everyone was shocked. This was a renowned ancestral technique, exclusive to Yu Feng’s imperial lineage—the Sky-Splitting Fist, said to possess the power to cleave heaven and earth.
Boom!
Indeed, as the darkness reached its peak, a sudden explosion erupted, illuminating the void as if splitting the cosmos apart, dispelling the blackness to reveal light once more.
The force of this punch was overwhelming, vast and unstoppable.
Yet, facing such an attack, Shi Hao remained composed. He executed the Eight Dispersing Buddha Palms, his fingers seeking out his opponent’s weak points.
Fist and palm collided, unleashing a deafening roar.
In truth, their bodies never made direct contact—they were enveloped in divine laws, their battle one of true order and heavenly chains.
Upon closer inspection, one could see chains of law coiling around their fists and palms, the most perilous manifestation of their combat.
A single misstep in such a clash could spell doom.
Boom!
After the exchange, radiant light blazed before fading into silence. Both wore expressions of surprise.
Shi Hao, already wounded with cracks in his foundation, suffered greatly in the battle, his performance severely hindered.
“Who gained the upper hand?” someone in the distance asked anxiously.
The creatures of the foreign realm desperately wished for Yu Feng to triumph and suppress Shi Hao.
Yet, the jailers’ hearts pounded with unease. They knew Shi Hao was not at his peak, his foundation damaged—yet he showed no signs of defeat in this duel.
“No, we must stop him! He cannot continue!” one jailer declared.
If Shi Hao defeated Yu Feng, he would rise by trampling an imperial descendant—an outcome too disastrous to allow.
However, they hesitated to interfere directly. The imperial descendants were proud; if they intervened, the young elites might not appreciate it.
“Whoosh!”
A dazzling radiance erupted—a set of shackles manifested, instantly binding Shi Hao.
“Good! A Supreme has acted!” a jailer sighed in relief.
Blackwater City naturally had Supremes, even Immortals, all stationed to guard the underground prison—a duty taken with utmost seriousness.
The jailers had swiftly reported to a Supreme, who responded immediately by restraining Shi Hao.
“What’s happening?” many shouted in confusion.
“The Supreme decrees that Shi Hao, though a major criminal, must not die—he still has great use,” a jailer explained. “The Supreme feared the imperial descendant might kill him, so this is… protection.”
Mo Xian, He Ziming, and a few others were speechless. The battle had yet to conclude—how could they assume Shi Hao would lose and die?
Moreover, why protect a prisoner so fiercely?
Yet, the noble clans cheered, treating this as an indisputable truth.
Only Shi Hao wore a mocking sneer. “I would lose? Your Supreme saw the truth—a moment later, and your imperial descendant would have joined the fallen!”
His words sparked an uproar.
“Unconvinced? Release my shackles, and we fight to the end!” Shi Hao cared not for punishment or retaliation. Trapped in the foreign realm, he expected no mercy—thus, he refused to bow.
As the chaos around Yu Feng dispersed, his true appearance was revealed—a peerlessly handsome youth, exuding grace.
Yet his expression was grim. “I wish to continue. This whetstone is mine.”
“Impossible. The higher-ups forbid Shi Hao’s death—this was an Immortal’s earliest decree,” a jailer refused.
Though imperial descendants were exalted, even they could not disregard the orders of Supremes and Immortals.
Yu Feng, clad in pristine white robes, was elegance incarnate—yet his cold demeanor marred his grace. Wisps of chaos still coiled around him.
He approached Shi Hao, then suddenly leaped into the air—kicking Shi Hao square in the chest, sending him stumbling back with blood at his lips.
Yu Feng had come for Shi Hao, only to be thwarted. This was his vented frustration.
The noble clans roared in delight. Even knowing Shi Hao was shackled and powerless, they reveled in the sight.
Many believed, by sheer bias, that the imperial descendant surpassed Shi Hao.
“A wasted trip. I cannot fight,” Yu Feng said coldly.
Shi Hao’s gaze was icy with fury. Sealed and helpless, he had been humiliated by this imperial descendant’s kick.
“Upset? Pity—you won’t break free anytime soon,” Yu Feng taunted.
“You’re lucky. Were I unsealed, you’d already be dead,” Shi Hao retorted.
The crowd was stunned. Shi Hao remained as arrogant as ever, even more so than the imperial descendants—a true madman.
“What did you say?!” Yu Feng’s voice turned frigid as he stepped closer.
He sought not just to threaten but to probe Shi Hao’s secrets. Several imperial descendants had come for this very purpose.
Rumors had spread—Shi Hao was coveted by the higher-ups, surely hiding something. The imperial youths aimed to uncover it first.
“Behave for now,” Yu Feng said, coldly patting Shi Hao’s shoulder. “Stay alive. I’ll return for you.”
Bam!
Yet, defying all expectations, Shi Hao struck—even shackled.
The seals suppressed his magic, but his physical body remained formidable. At such close range, he seized Yu Feng’s neck, squeezing with deadly force.
The suddenness left everyone gaping in disbelief.
“What… just happened?”
Shi Hao’s physique was monstrous. Even magic-sealed, his raw strength was enough to strangle Yu Feng.
“Cough!”
Yu Feng choked, enraged. He never imagined Shi Hao would retaliate while powerless.
Indeed, his miscalculation cost him. Despite unleashing his full magic, he struggled to break free.
“Break!” Yu Feng roared, attacking with all his might.
With a final burst, he wrenched himself loose—his neck bloodied, nearly severed.
Even shackled, Shi Hao had nearly slain an imperial descendant!
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