For the Otherworld had suffered many defeats. Proud and arrogant, they had always looked down upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Yet, even with their royal clans deploying their full might, they could not harm Shi Hao—instead, countless of their own had fallen to his hands.
Thus, they yearned for victory, desperate to defeat Shi Hao in open battle. Yet defeat after defeat had become an unshakable knot in their hearts, one they could not unravel!
Now, many were tense, fearing that Chi Meng Hong might lose. He was a member of the Imperial Clan, a peerless figure among the younger generation. If even he fell, then truly, there would be no one left who could defeat Shi Hao.
“Peerless among the younger generation!”
Who wouldn’t covet such a title? But not every being was qualified to contend for it. The two warriors in the arena were undoubtedly among the select few. Their battle now would determine who was the true supreme ruler!
**Boom!**
Shi Hao’s fist collided with his opponent’s divine seal, sending radiant streams of light surging. The power of time surged violently, and a faintly visible river of time trembled in the void.
Space itself became unstable as the power of time spread, the aura of epochs clashing!
Both figures blurred, as if vanishing from this world, stepping into antiquity, striding toward the primordial chaos—becoming beings of history itself.
This was the work of time’s power!
The crowd held their breath, retreating further, standing at a distance, afraid of being caught in the aftermath. They left the battlefield vast and open.
**”You also understand the laws of time?”**
Chi Meng Hong was shocked. This was the innate divine art of his clan—how could his enemy have mastered it as well?
Moreover, their approaches were different. He sought to freeze his opponent, to lock him in place, while Shi Hao aimed to sever time itself, draining his lifespan.
**”Time—Stand Still!”**
Chi Meng Hong roared, his fury unleashed. For his enemy to challenge him in the very domain his clan excelled in was not just provocation—it was outright disdain.
In the distance, many were awed. The ancestral art of his clan was peerless. When time stood still, all things fell silent, epochs were severed—it was hailed as an ultimate killing technique!
In this world, what divine abilities could be called invincible? Time Stand Still was undoubtedly one of them!
**”Reincarnation!”**
Shi Hao bellowed, his fist shining brighter than ever, radiating an undying brilliance that illuminated the Mountain of Enlightenment as it clashed with the invincible technique.
Time froze. All things fell into stillness. Everything was locked in place.
Only one young man still moved, still fought. Shi Hao shattered the deadlock with his Reincarnation Fist, seeking to dismantle this forbidden art!
There was no denying the terror of his opponent’s divine ability. Even after unleashing his Reincarnation Fist, Shi Hao felt his body stiffen, constrained by the temporal domain.
Yet this time, he was not entirely helpless. He had prepared himself, unshaken by his foe.
**”Lock!”**
Chi Meng Hong commanded, reinforcing the ancestral art, pushing it to its utmost limit.
The world darkened—or rather, reverted to its primordial state. Chaos filled the heavens and earth, revealing the most fundamental truths.
Chi Meng Hong formed seals, weaving a prison of time. With chaos as its bars and time as its chains, he sought to seal Shi Hao within, to suppress him utterly.
The prison was not large—only ten zhang in size—yet it sat atop the mountain peak, drawing in fragments of time from all directions, concentrating all its power into a single cage.
**”Die!”**
Chi Meng Hong roared, intending to execute Shi Hao within the temporal prison.
**”He succeeded! He trapped Shi Hao in the Time Prison—he’s really going to kill him!”**
**”The undefeated Shi Hao—today, he finally falls! The Imperial Clan has captured him! Truly worthy of being Chi Wang’s descendant!”**
Many nearby were elated, cheering with joy. They stood far away, wary of being caught in the crossfire, but now they could not contain their excitement.
By now, Shi Hao had become a psychological burden to many royal clans. If they could not defeat him openly, how could they call themselves a warrior race?
The Time Prison was unyielding. As time contracted within, it sought to crush Shi Hao. Inside, it was nothing short of hell. To onlookers, Shi Hao had no chance of survival.
After all, this prison, derived from **Time Stand Still**, was absolutely terrifying.
Yet Chi Meng Hong frowned. Shi Hao had not been instantly slain. He was still there—still fighting, resisting the prison’s power.
Within, a figure still moved, still punched, unhurried yet unyielding, maintaining his own rhythm.
The prison shrank, yet it could not crush Shi Hao. Like a war god descended from ancient times, an undying titan, he defied the heavens, his fists shattering the skies with sheer, unrelenting force!
The Reincarnation Divine Ability stripped away the years, drawing fragments of time from the prison, dismantling it from within!
**”Die!”**
Chi Meng Hong snarled, pouring all his strength into controlling the prison, seeking to annihilate Shi Hao.
Their battle had reached its climax!
Shi Hao had a choice. He could activate his **Magic Immunity**, that supreme ability that left opponents defenseless, then strike suddenly and kill his foe.
At this moment, he was free—able to move, not entirely suppressed by the temporal domain.
Yet in the end, he held back. He had heard that one of the Otherworld’s Imperial Clans possessed this power, hailing from one of the most ancient lineages. Perhaps other Imperial Clans had countermeasures.
Moreover, Shi Hao did not wish to reveal all his trump cards. He wanted to test other methods, to dismantle Chi Meng Hong’s ultimate technique with different arts.
At the very least, he could endure!
**Boom!**
The power of time surged as Shi Hao infused it with thunder, channeling the divine art of lightning into the prison.
He punched relentlessly, truly like a reborn war god, exuding an invincible aura.
**Crack!**
In the final moment, he shattered the prison, breaking free. The Reincarnation Fist absorbed fragments of time, while the laws of thunder pierced the cage, dismantling his opponent’s temporal domain.
**Pfft!**
Chi Meng Hong coughed up blood, suffering backlash. In an instant, his temples turned white—stolen by the power of reincarnation.
**”No!”** Some royal clansmen cried out, their hearts gripped by fear. Even Chi Meng Hong of the Imperial Clan was about to lose? This was unthinkable!
Shi Hao burst forth like a beast unleashed, his aura terrifying, lightning stretching for thousands of zhang, fragments of time swirling around him as he charged forward.
**Pfft!**
Chi Meng Hong was struck again, blood spraying from his mouth as his body was sent flying. The backlash was too severe—he could barely counterattack.
Now, more than half of his hair had turned white. Lightning had pierced his flesh, and reincarnation’s power weighed upon his body—a fatal threat.
The crowd was stunned. Wu Kun, Yu Yu, and even Mo Xian widened their eyes, seemingly unprepared for this outcome.
For Chi Meng Hong’s greatest strength lay in the laws of time. Yet here, in his own domain, he had been wounded—his life force drained by temporal power. This was extraordinary.
**”Roar!”**
A beast’s roar shattered the silence.
The mists of heaven and earth dispersed as Chi Meng Hong, flung far away, steadied himself. His white hair darkened, returning to its original state.
**”Huh?”** Many were astonished.
**”Shi Hao, you’ve humiliated me. I’ve endured you for too long—let’s end this now!”** Chi Meng Hong’s voice was icy.
A blood-colored beast, no larger than a fist, emerged above his head—his primordial spirit, his true form.
A flood dragon’s head, a lion’s body, but covered not in fur or scales, but in crimson bone spikes, hard and gleaming with a cold light.
Though small, it was immensely dangerous—one of the most fearsome races in the Otherworld!
This was the **Time Beast**, a being said to be undefeated since ancient times, with no known countermeasures!
Chi Meng Hong was a Time Beast!
Now, his crimson primordial spirit hovered above his head, gathering the most dreadful power.
**”Awooo…”**
The Time Beast’s spirit roared. Around it, candles appeared—blood-red, all lit, their smoke curling upward.
**”He actually mastered this ancestral art?”** Many gasped, including members of the Imperial Clan like Kun Mo and Yu Yu, their pupils contracting as they stared.
This was still the power of time, but its meaning was entirely different. Only by reaching a certain realm and sublimating the ancestral art could one unleash it.
This was not an inherited secret technique—it required personal enlightenment, a transcendent and peerless killing art!
The candles flickered, their smoke drifting, their flames dancing—mysterious and profound.
They burned time itself, offering annihilation to all living things!
This was the sublimation of temporal laws. Normally, only those at the Supreme Realm could comprehend such a method!
Yet Chi Meng Hong had succeeded. At his age, he could wield this divine ability—igniting the candles of time, burning the years, annihilating all existence.
Shi Hao frowned, sensing an extraordinary pressure—a lethal threat. The burning of time would surely unleash a cataclysmic slaughter.
Was it time to reveal his trump cards? He hesitated, considering his options.
**”Hmm?”**
Suddenly, something stirred within him. Strange blood threads lit up, flowing through his limbs, filling his body with an odd power.
The **Third Supreme Art**!
It had awakened at this very moment, revealing its invincible nature.
Shi Hao sensed that this treasure art was nearing maturity. Having gestated within him for so long, its bone patterns were becoming clearer—soon, it would fully emerge!
An irresistible impulse seized him. Unable to hold back, he let out a long roar and struck!
**Boom!**
His fist shot forth, its radiance stunning the world, like lightning splitting the dark cosmos, illuminating this ancient realm. In this moment, beneath the vast heavens, who ruled supreme? All bowed before this single punch!
**Pfft!**
Chi Meng Hong was pierced through, a bloody hole torn through his chest. He was sent flying, staining the sky with his blood!
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