Amidst the starry expanse, a battle of rare ferocity erupted, one known to few. They clashed deep into the cosmos, sweeping across starfields, divine power surging as the very laws of existence were unleashed.
A spray of blood scattered across the celestial domain, causing swathes of stars to dim.
This was a battle of the highest order, at least within this realm, within this ancient universe. Their power had reached the pinnacle of mortal limits, unrestrained by the myriad laws, leaving the starry skies scarred.
In ages past, such beings would have long ascended to the Immortal Domain, for only that undying land could withstand forces of such magnitude.
“Surrender your head!” Shi Hao roared, his body splattered with blood, his hair wild and unbound—yet his ferocity only grew.
At this moment, the Great Luo Sword Embryo in his hand seemed to awaken, as if imbued with life. Accompanied by a rain of transcendent light, a humanoid figure emerged upon the blade, soaring amidst the radiance!
**Clang!**
The heavens trembled, stars quaked. A bronze hall was summoned, erupting with blinding brilliance—an immortal artifact, now wielded by a Supreme Being, its defensive might astonishing as it clashed against the sword.
Were it not for the sword in his grasp, Shi Hao would have been unable to withstand this immortal weapon.
“The old fool of the Supreme Hall was hunted down by my forces, and the Kun Peng was cursed with the Banished Immortal Hex by my sect’s true immortal and his allies, dying in bitter regret! They all perished—what can you do to me?!” The elder of the Immortal Hall bellowed across the cosmos, his white hair whipping wildly, his gaze icy.
He spoke the truth, recounting the tragedies of the past—all to provoke Shi Hao.
**”Roar!”**
Shi Hao’s body swelled, his feet planted upon the boundless starfield, galaxies swirling around him. With three heads and six arms, his dharma form reached its most terrifying apex.
The elder had miscalculated. He had sought to enrage Shi Hao, to shatter his Dao heart—but instead, the young warrior channeled that fury, unleashing the legacy of the Chaos-Born Ape: the **Eight-Nine Arcane Art**.
In times of chaos and slaughter, the angrier they grew, the stronger they became. This was why the Chaos-Born Ape lineage thrived only when the world was in turmoil, rising through carnage.
Simultaneously, Shi Hao activated other secret arts. With three heads and six arms, each hand formed a different seal—some wielding the sword with the **Grass-Script Sword Technique**, others conjuring the **Thunder Emperor’s Seal**, while still others invoked the **True Phoenix Treasure Art**…
Shi Hao erupted, engaging in the ultimate battle.
The Supreme Being of the Immortal Hall, his white hair stained with blood, coughed up crimson liquid as the overwhelming force cracked his body, leaving him staggering.
He was faltering. A young Supreme Being, brimming with vitality and vigor, was his worst opponent. His own blood energy had withered, his strength no longer at its peak.
But Shi Hao had stolen the Immortal Spring’s Eye—he had to reclaim it, lest the crippled immortal unleash his wrath!
All he could rely on now was his experience and profound Dao attainments, remnants of a time when he had nearly claimed the title of the world’s strongest.
In this era, how many Supreme Beings remained across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths? Those who reached this realm were no ordinary beings—each had once been the brightest star of their age, illuminating an epoch, shaking history itself.
Now, an old titan clashed with a rising star, their battle fierce beyond measure.
The elder was relieved that Shi Hao had only just stepped into this realm. Given time to consolidate and reach mid-stage Supreme Being, he would be doomed.
Yet, he shuddered inwardly. Even as a newcomer, Shi Hao could already contend with him, an old legend.
Behind Shi Hao’s towering dharma form, a colossal figure materialized—the essence of the Chaos-Born Ape lineage, manifesting in all its fury.
Every treasure art carried the essence of its creator’s lineage, and this was a terrifying phenomenon.
It was as if the progenitor of the Chaos-Born Ape lineage had appeared, plunging the battlefield into greater chaos.
“Some say humanity descended from the great apes—perhaps there is truth to it!” the elder thought in alarm.
**Boom!**
A massive palm struck forth, while the terrifying sword transformed into immortal light, slashing against the bronze hall.
**Crash!**
Immortal artifacts clashed, Supreme fists met, erupting in blinding runic light. This time, the elder was sent flying, coughing blood.
Shi Hao’s lips also bled, but his youth and the **True Phoenix Rebirth Art** allowed flames to envelop him, healing his wounds swiftly.
“I must succeed—seize the last essence of the Immortal Spring and cut off the crippled immortal’s path!” Shi Hao muttered.
“What?!” The elder paled, his heart pounding at his foe’s words.
Was it that damned pup? Had it returned to steal the remnants of the spring?
“You dare?!” the elder roared, fighting desperately.
But his mind was in disarray, and he faltered.
Shi Hao’s lips curled into a cold smirk. With a shout, the very aura of the world shifted. He poured all his strength into the sword, forcing the bronze hall aside and closing in for the kill.
With the hall shielding him, the elder, though battered, was hard to kill. The immortal artifact deflected all attacks, preserving his life.
But now, Shi Hao exploited his distraction, breaking through his defenses and engaging in brutal close combat.
Suddenly, the elder’s hair stood on end—a premonition of doom. He summoned the hall frantically, but too late.
His spells weakened inexplicably, his runes failing against Shi Hao.
**Magic Immunity!**
After years, Shi Hao had finally unleashed this forbidden technique. As a Supreme Being, he had waited for the perfect moment to slay one of his own rank.
The Golden Matriarch had denied him the chance, fleeing without a fight.
Now, he seized it.
“Ahhh—!” The elder screamed, his voice shaking the heavens. In desperation, he burned his life essence, willing to perish if it meant dragging Shi Hao down with him.
Facing death, his body’s latent power erupted, breaking free of the immunity’s grip.
But Shi Hao had already struck.
A crimson arc—the **Immortal-Slaying Guillotine Light**—flashed.
**Thud!**
The elder’s head flew, blood gushing skyward.
The severed head tried to flee, vanishing into the void.
**Swipe!**
Another crimson slash split it apart.
“Ahhh—!” The elder’s soul, wrapped in blood, fled into the bronze hall.
“Nowhere to run!” Shi Hao pursued, abandoning the corpse, slashing the hall with his sword.
**Clang!**
Sparks flew.
Inside, the soul shrieked, fissures spreading as the blood burned away.
Immortal mist swirled as the hall tore through space, fleeing toward its sect’s domain.
Shi Hao gave chase, hurling the sword like a shooting star.
**Thud!**
The blood burned out, the soul wailing before—
**Bang!**
—it exploded.
The hall’s defenses were formidable, but the force was too great, the soul already wounded beyond recovery.
At last, it was obliterated.
“Finally, I send you on your way,” Shi Hao murmured, his eyes deep as the cosmos, cold and unfeeling, his hair still dripping with blood.
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