“Perish!”
A roar echoed through the sky as someone arrived, wielding a supreme artifact. The killing intent was overwhelming, boiling the air.
*Clang!*
Yet, Shi Hao showed no fear. With a swift motion, he drew the Great Luo Sword Embryo and slashed fiercely, repelling the artifact.
“Kill!”
Shouting, Shi Hao surged forward, wreathed in lightning.
*Thud! Thud! Thud!*
Blood splattered as thunder roared like a raging river. Many cultivators from the foreign realm exploded on the spot, slaughtered mercilessly by Shi Hao.
His focus locked onto an archer. Channeling all his power, he unleashed a devastating strike.
The creature dodged, unwilling to face him head-on.
*Whoosh!*
A divine arrow streaked across the sky like a rainbow, tearing through the heavens as it shot toward Shi Hao.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao punched out, striking the blindingly radiant arrow—its brilliance akin to a burning sun—and shattered it mid-air.
His heart tightened. This was no ordinary noble—this was a powerhouse with traces of imperial bloodline, terrifying even if diluted.
Moreover, this archer was at the Dunyi Realm.
No wonder the Four Phoenixes of the Wei Clan, Lan Xian, Yi Yi, and others had fallen or been grievously wounded. This foe was monstrous.
“Die! Where do you think you’re fleeing?!”
From above, the same youth wielding the supreme artifact bellowed, still intent on intercepting Shi Hao.
“Seeking death!”
Enraged, Shi Hao wanted to eliminate the archer, but now he was being obstructed.
“Supreme Artifact, unleash your might!” the youth coldly commanded, activating the artifact.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao’s hair stood on end as he charged forth, lightning and killing intent surging around him.
“Retreat! Do not let the supreme artifact be dragged into the heavenly tribulation!”
From behind, a supreme being spoke, advising his descendant.
If it were himself, he would fear nothing, given his strength. But his descendant, wielding such a powerful treasure, risked triggering disastrous consequences—like being forced to endure the tribulation alongside Shi Hao.
And indeed, the worst happened.
The supreme artifact resonated with the tribulation, glowing and trembling, nearly invoking a supreme-level calamity.
*Swoosh!*
A streak of radiant light flashed as the supreme being from afar recalled the artifact.
“Fellow Daoist, you overstep. Do you intend to interfere in the battles of the younger generation?”
Within the Grand Dao Chessboard, Meng Tianzheng spoke. Around him, immortal artifacts like the Ancient War Banner and the Ten Realms Diagram shimmered, ready to strike.
The supreme being stiffened and ceased his actions.
His descendant paled, retreating hastily—but not fast enough.
Shi Hao caught up, descending like thunder incarnate. Even a Dunyi cultivator couldn’t withstand his assault now.
*Thud!*
The creature screamed, charred black before exploding into pieces.
Without pause, Shi Hao surged forward, cutting off the archer and other enemies.
This was a massacre. The foreign realm’s younger generation witnessed Shi Hao’s savagery firsthand, forced into desperate retreat.
First, the heavenly tribulation was horrifying. Second, Shi Hao had now ascended to the Dunyi Realm—unstoppable in his generation.
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
Divine arrows streaked like rainbows, shattering the sky.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao arrived. The vast desert offered little cover, and the Dunyi archer was cornered.
The archer loosed arrows relentlessly, each infused with dazzling Dao laws—deadly enough to obliterate most cultivators instantly.
This was no ordinary foe. Even Shi Hao’s arms numbed slightly with each block, proving the archer’s imperial lineage, however diluted.
The Four Phoenixes of the Wei Clan and Yi Yi had fallen to such arrows.
*Boom!*
Lightning crackled as Shi Hao closed in, his tribulation already engulfing the area.
The archer, now within reach, could no longer wield his bow effectively.
“Die!”
A brutal clash ensued, but for the archer, it was a foregone tragedy. Shi Hao had broken through to Dunyi.
*Thud!*
Shi Hao’s fist pierced through the archer’s body, just as his arrows had done to others—exploding him from within.
A top-ten Dunyi archer, slain!
“Dunyi Realm, one of the Ten Divine Archers—killed?!” The foreign realm’s forces trembled with fury.
But who among them could stop Shi Hao now?
He charged toward Hao Feng, intent on executing him—though the tribulation ravaged his own body, charring his flesh.
His ferocity stunned pursuers into retreat.
A god of slaughter, Shi Hao cut off Hao Feng’s escape, demanding a duel to the death.
“Enough!”
A thunderous voice boomed from afar—a supreme being, his aura suppressing the very laws of heaven.
The younger generation shuddered, their souls quaking under the pressure.
“This battle shall be settled among supremes. All others, withdraw.”
The foreign supreme’s displeasure was evident. None of their youth could suppress Shi Hao.
Even Hao Feng, though strong, might fall—confirming Shi Hao’s invincibility within his realm.
“Fall back.”
Meng Tianzheng, still locked in the Grand Dao Chessboard, also commanded.
The Imperial Pass’s younger generation retreated. Though they had slain Suo Ming and a few imperial descendants, the cost had been steep.
“Supreme battles are no place for your insolence. Silence!”
Another supreme spoke, raising a hand to suppress Shi Hao’s tribulation—an unprecedented act!
Who dared interfere with heavenly punishment? Even supremes risked invoking tribulation upon themselves.
Yet, astonishingly, the lightning seemed to wane.
*Boom!*
At the final moment, a deafening explosion erupted. The supreme’s fingers blackened as he recoiled, severing all connection to avoid disaster.
Above, a dark-red thunder pool materialized—ancient, unfathomable, and terrifying.
“Heh.”
A supreme from the Imperial Pass scoffed mockingly.
“Brat, retreat! Clear the battlefield!” the foreign supreme coldly ordered.
*Boom!*
The sky convulsed as meteors rained down, charred remnants of stars crashing into the desert.
Wang Changsheng descended, holding a severed head, which he tossed to the ground.
Cheers erupted from the Imperial Pass. Wang Changsheng had slain a supreme in the void—a resounding victory.
“One win means nothing. The bloodshed has only begun. Are you prepared?”
A foreign imperial supreme stepped forward, his gaze icy.
Within the Grand Dao Chessboard, another imperial supreme clashed with Meng Tianzheng, their battle reaching its climax.
“I shall kill you all, one by one. Let’s see who survives!”
The imperial supreme advanced, exuding bloodlust.
What followed was harrowing. An elder from the Imperial Pass fought valiantly but fell, detonating even his supreme artifact in a final, futile act.
Beyond the heavens, the skies wept blood.
The crimson rain burned away, leaving only silence.
*Boom!*
Meng Tianzheng erupted with fury, symbols of the Grand Dao swirling around him.
He had failed to prevent the tragedy, but now, his wrath was unstoppable.
*Thud!*
The imperial supreme on the chessboard coughed blood, nearly collapsing.
“I offered the Imperial Pass a chance—three supreme duels to decide its fate. Yet, you lost two. It’s over.”
The bloodstained imperial supreme sneered, his eyes sharp as immortal swords.
“Now, we end this.”
“Not so fast. I’ve subdued him!” Meng Tianzheng stood, while the imperial supreme remained immobilized, bleeding.
The crowd gasped—victory?
“Two wins, two losses,” Meng Tianzheng declared.
“Then let’s continue. No more delays—exterminate them all!”
The bloodied imperial supreme advanced, joined by others.
This was no longer about duels—it was an all-out slaughter.
“You are outnumbered. Will you resort to immortal artifacts? Then let’s see whose strike annihilates the Imperial Pass first!”
The situation was dire. The Imperial Pass had only Meng Tianzheng, Wang Changsheng, Jin Taijun, and one elder left.
“Too few. We cannot fight!” Jin Taijun admitted.
Despair loomed over the city walls.
“Our apologies for the delay!”
Suddenly, radiant light burst from the Imperial Pass as figures emerged.
“The old bones of the Immortal Academy have arrived!” one elder chuckled darkly.
“The Sacred Academy’s relics made it just in time!” another added.
“Today, I offer my life—but I’ll take two with me!” an old woman vowed.
Supremes from the Nine Heavens joined the fray, their auras blazing.
The final battle had come. The fate of the Imperial Pass would be decided in an instant—a clash of blood and annihilation.
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