“Fellow Daoist, you’ve gone too far!” The second-in-command of the Immortal Palace spoke coldly, his aura steady and unshaken, even daring to glare at Shi Hao.
“Haha, such a savage spirit emerging from a mere lower realm cage—a wasteland no less—is truly unexpected,” sneered a member of the Wang Clan from the Nine Heavens.
The group showed little fear, composed of elites from the Nine Heavens’ great clans like the Jin and Wang families, as well as experts from the three thousand provinces’ orthodoxies.
Shi Hao was surprised—were they truly unafraid?
“Young man, don’t think there’s no one in this world who can rein you in. Take ‘Huang’ for example—ignorant of the vastness of heaven and earth, yet still crippled by our sect. You may be strong, but you should remain humble and learn to respect your elders and honor the Dao,” the Immortal Palace’s second-in-command said flatly, exuding the demeanor of a master.
Shi Hao despised the Immortal Palace the most, and now they were using his past as a cautionary tale while lecturing him? Ridiculous.
He clenched his fist and struck forward.
“Hmm?”
But he quickly retreated as the second-in-command summoned a bronze hall, pressing it toward him.
The Bronze Immortal Hall—an immortal artifact!
Shi Hao naturally wouldn’t confront it head-on. He considered whether to use the Great Luo Sword Embryo, though doing so would expose his identity.
**Boom!**
The bronze hall crashed to the ground with a dull thud.
Shi Hao was stunned, and the second-in-command was even more dumbfounded—it hadn’t worked. The artifact failed to suppress the target.
“Fellow Daoists, assist me! Let us channel our power into this artifact together!” the second-in-command shouted.
The group rushed forward, pouring their energy into the hall, making it glow.
Clearly, they had known the Immortal Palace’s expert brought an immortal artifact—their earlier confidence stemmed from this. Now, panic set in.
The second-in-command retreated into the bronze hall, and the others swiftly followed. Even if they couldn’t kill the enemy, they could at least protect themselves.
“Everyone, if you have any residual power left, don’t hold back! Channel it all!” the second-in-command urged.
Indeed, some could still muster fragments of their power, making the hall glow as it pressed toward Shi Hao.
Yet, Shi Hao dodged effortlessly.
He watched with amusement before blocking the hall’s entrance, chuckling darkly.
“Spinning a cocoon around yourselves, eh?” he laughed. “How unlucky—trying to wield an immortal artifact here requires immense energy. You can barely control it.”
“Seeing how much effort it takes for you to even flee, and now you’ve all crammed inside—this makes things easier for me,” Shi Hao said, thoroughly relaxed.
“Brat, who do you think you are? This is an immortal artifact! Even here, it can protect us!” the second-in-command retorted coldly.
Sure enough, the hall glowed as he activated some extraordinary method. The bronze hall rumbled, preparing to carry them away.
This was their confidence in venturing into the Void God Realm.
Shi Hao paused, spotting a yellowed paper talisman inside the hall. Once ignited, it released a surge of energy, fueling the artifact.
The hall trembled before shooting into the sky.
“You think you can escape? Earlier, I feared you’d scatter, forcing me to reveal myself. But since you’ve trapped yourselves, I might as well wipe you all out in one go. No need to hold back now!” Shi Hao laughed wildly.
He leaped into the air, brandishing a weapon and slashing at the hall.
**Clang!**
The bronze hall shuddered violently, flipping sideways.
Inside, the occupants’ ears rang—what weapon had he used?
“I refuse to believe this! This is an immortal artifact! With all of us channeling it, how can we fail to suppress him?” a sect master inside roared in frustration.
Elsewhere, with their combined power, this artifact could slay gods and buddhas alike. But here, their strength was severely restricted—some couldn’t even muster a wisp of energy.
“Even if we can’t kill him, we should at least protect ourselves! Everyone, unleash whatever means you have left!” the deputy leader of the Celestial Nation urged, half his body already crippled.
**Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!**
Several divine lights flared—ancient talismans and treasures—ignited to propel the hall toward Shi Hao.
Yet, the suppression here was too severe. Even these special talismans couldn’t unleash their full power.
**Clang!**
Shi Hao dodged again before chasing the hall down, slashing it once more. The impact sent it crashing into the swamp, splattering blood and mud.
Only then did he approach, holding the Great Luo Sword Embryo as he stood before the hall’s entrance.
“Time to roast some sect masters! What a fine pot you’ve jumped into—perfect for a one-pot feast!” Shi Hao channeled his power, flames erupting from his palm to engulf the bronze hall.
“You—!” someone shrieked, finally recognizing the weapon in his hand—the Great Luo Sword Embryo, belonging to Huang!
“How did Huang’s weapon end up with you? Unless… you *are* Huang! He wasn’t crippled?!” a Wang Clan member gasped in horror.
“Impossible! No one can undo a True Immortal’s curse! Even if Huang was peerless, he was ruined! Did you steal this from him?!” the Immortal Palace’s old servant, now reduced to a head, howled in denial.
The second-in-command’s face darkened, his expression shifting as he glared at Shi Hao. “Who *are* you?!”
All eyes locked onto the sword in Shi Hao’s grip. They looked as if they’d seen a ghost—could it truly be *him*?
“Huang should be dead. His sword was taken by an old enemy… This must be a great fiend from the lower realm…” someone muttered.
“Disappointed?” Shi Hao’s fanged maw and burly frame began to shift, revealing a slender, youthful figure with bright, smiling eyes.
But to the onlookers, that smile was the grin of a demon—utterly terrifying!
**Buzz—**
Their minds reeled in shock. It *was* Huang! How was he not crippled? This defied all logic!
Even a crippled immortal’s curse couldn’t break him?
Everyone knew that even a True Immortal struck by the Soul-Severing Curse would fall. How had Huang resisted it?
Dread settled over the group.
The Immortal Palace members paled, frozen as if struck by lightning—their faith shaken to the core.
“You’re revealing your true form? Planning to slaughter them all?” Cao Yusheng emerged, followed by Qing Yi, Chi Long, and others.
“Of course! Since you’ve come all this way, I must offer proper hospitality. Roasted sect masters—should be delicious!” Shi Hao said cheerfully.
“Wretched fiend, how dare you?!” the second-in-command roared in fury.
The others also erupted in rage. Huang’s arrogance knew no bounds—he intended to slaughter them all single-handedly!
“Why wouldn’t I dare? I’ve slain Imperial Clansmen from the foreign realm. You’re nothing in comparison,” Shi Hao sneered.
Flames surged from his palm, roasting the hall’s occupants like game.
“Go!”
Someone inside shouted, rallying the group to channel their power and flee.
But Shi Hao swung the sword embryo, smashing the hall back down with a deafening crash.
“Let’s lend a hand,” Cao Yusheng said.
In the Void God Realm, potential reigned supreme—and with elites like Chi Long, Tianjiao Ant, and Yue Chan, their advantage was overwhelming.
Divine light erupted as they joined Shi Hao in refining the bronze hall.
“Break free!” the second-in-command bellowed.
But it was futile. Shi Hao, wielding the sword embryo, suppressed the hall completely.
“Awaken the artifact spirit!” someone cried.
This was an immortal artifact—surely, once revived, even Huang couldn’t stop it.
Shi Hao stood ready. With the Great Luo Sword Embryo in hand, he feared nothing—this weapon grew stronger against greater foes.
But the anticipated cataclysmic strike never came.
The second-in-command’s face twisted. “This… is a replica. It contains immortal dao patterns but can only be used twice. It has no artifact spirit—it won’t awaken here.”
The group’s hearts turned to ice.
This was a consumable artifact crafted by the crippled immortal. Though imbued with immortal dao runes, it would crumble after use.
Elsewhere, it could unleash immortal might—but not here.
“Hahaha…!” Shi Hao laughed uproariously, intensifying the flames. He even beckoned Chi Long. “Come, breathe some fire!”
“Why me?”
“Aren’t you a dragon? Don’t dragons breathe fire?”
Chi Long: “@#%Y%&…”
“Ah—!”
Screams soon echoed from the bronze hall as flames licked inward, mixing terror with rage.
Before long, the scent of roasting meat filled the air.
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