A single punch pierced through, blood splattering in the air!
A figure like a demon god stood alone on the stage, black hair cascading wildly, his eyes like two cold bolts of lightning slicing through the void, one arm raised to the heavens!
Ao Qian had lost—utterly. His eyes were vacant, his body dripping blood onto the ground. He couldn’t accept this outcome.
At this moment, Shi Hao’s fist had blasted through his body, lifting him into the air with that same arm. Ao Qian wanted to resist, but his body was powerless.
His cultivation had been sealed, his mana dried up—completely shattered by Shi Hao’s punch, suppressing him instantly!
Forget resistance; even survival depended on Shi Hao’s mercy. The slightest exertion would tear him apart, scattering his remains across the sky.
At their level of strength, both knew how terrifying it was to unleash everything in battle. Now, without any means to fight back, killing him would be effortless for Shi Hao.
Below the arena, the gathered cultivators were silent, stunned. The result was unbelievable—Ao Qian had lost, and decisively so.
The proud young master of the Ao Clan, who had stood unchallenged in the Human Dao Realm for over a thousand years, dominating experts of all races, had been utterly crushed!
He had been hailed as invincible in the Human Dao Realm, sweeping through opponents of all clans, never tasting defeat. For years, his name had shaken the ten directions, known to all.
A renowned figure in the Immortal Domain, one of the strongest below the True Immortal level, an insurmountable peak in the Human Dao Realm—yet today, he had fallen.
“Brother!” Ao Kun’s cry shattered the silence, igniting a wave of commotion.
The Ao Clan’s experts wore grim expressions. Ao Qian, their undefeated prodigy, had been captured alive, his fate hanging by a thread.
“Ao Qian, with talent rivaling the ancient ancestors in their youth… how could he lose?” an elder murmured in disbelief.
Losing to Pan Yi or Hun Tian would have been one thing, but to a cultivator from the lower realm—where laws were incomplete, the Great Dao flawed, and now in an era of declining spiritual energy—was beyond shocking.
“Ao Qian has fallen. His glory has been ended. A peerless genius meeting such an end today!”
Sighs filled the air, a mix of awe and lament. For years, Ao Qian had been hailed as one of the Immortal Domain’s most outstanding talents, yet today, he had been defeated.
Regretful, pitiable—many shook their heads.
Who was Shi Hao? Before this, few had even heard of him. Now, whispers spread as people sought information.
The Immortal Domain was vast, its races countless. Unless one truly shook the world, few would remember their name.
Shi Hao was famous in the lower realm, but in the Immortal Domain, only a fraction of factions knew of him. Over ninety percent remained unaware, having never crossed paths with him.
“Not simple at all. He once fought against experts from the Foreign Lands at the border, even slaying an Imperial Clan member? Hmm, equivalent to the descendants of our Immortal King families!”
Some nodded upon learning this—such achievements were indeed glorious.
“This youth is an anomaly. Only a little over a thousand years old? Truly unbelievable. Rising from obscurity to slay the descendants of Immortal Kings!”
Especially when they learned Shi Hao had achieved the Dao a thousand years ago, breaking the five-hundred-year taboo—many were stunned!
At that age, for cultivators with long lifespans, he was still considered young. Yet he had already attained the Dao? A once-in-an-era prodigy!
Reaching the Supreme Realm before five hundred? It sounded like a myth. How many years had it been since such a being appeared?
Looking back, only during the rise of the strongest Immortal Kings had such talents emerged—born divine, wielding peerless might, shining brilliantly in their youth!
Such beings, once they appeared, would illuminate an entire era!
Yet, regretfully, those peerless geniuses had all met untimely ends, none reaching the pinnacle, none achieving the Immortal King realm.
In the end, it was Ao Sheng, Hun Yuan Immortal King, and others who rose to dominance.
In fact, those very geniuses had perished in later conflicts—slain by Ao Sheng, Hun Yuan Immortal King, and Pan King in brutal battles.
Ao Sheng, Pan King, and the others now stood supreme precisely because they had fought their way to the top. Even among Immortal Kings, they were the strongest, revered across the cosmos!
“Shi Hao, release Ao Qian!” someone below shouted, though their allegiance was unclear.
The Ao Clan couldn’t remain idle. It was clear Shi Hao feared nothing, especially on this arena. If provoked, he might kill Ao Qian outright—too late for regrets.
They suspected someone was scheming, deliberately inciting Shi Hao to execute Ao Qian publicly.
“Shi Hao, show mercy! Spare Ao Qian!” The Ao Clan rose, cupping their hands in plea toward the stage.
Shi Hao’s expression was cold, his divine gaze sweeping the crowd like lightning. Finally, he lowered Ao Qian and asked, “Do you yield?”
Truthfully, he wanted to kill Ao Qian. Hearing of their past hostility toward the Willow Deity had instantly made them enemies. But this wasn’t the lower realm.
The Ao Clan had an Immortal King—one thought from them could slaughter countless!
Ao Qian glared in silence.
The Ao Clan panicked. “Shi Hao, do not strike! Ao Qian has lost—he admits defeat!”
“Ao Qian, retreat for now. Do not be stubborn!” someone urged him privately, fearing his defiance would provoke Shi Hao into killing him.
Ao Qian’s face twisted. Never in his life had he lost, never bowed his head. Now, forced to publicly concede—it was like a blade through his heart.
“Ao… admits inferiority!” he gritted out, his spirit seemingly drained with those words, his face ashen.
“Shi Hao, let him go,” Qing Yi stood, also pleading.
Regardless of past conflicts, Ao Qian had shown her kindness over the years. Even knowing Shi Hao and he could never coexist, she couldn’t help but intercede.
Shi Hao released Ao Qian, dropping him onto the stage. Blood spilled, staining the platform crimson—Supreme blood.
Two Ao Clan experts immediately flew up to support him.
Ao Qian struggled to his feet, pushing them away. Turning, he gave Shi Hao a deep look. “If I attain immortality in the future, we will fight again!”
The Ao Clan exhaled in relief. As long as Ao Qian’s fighting spirit remained unbroken, this setback meant little for one of his talent.
Some factions were disappointed. Had Shi Hao executed Ao Qian, it would have prevented the Ao Clan from nurturing another quasi-Immortal King in the future.
Many believed Ao Qian might not reach the Immortal King realm, but he could come close—undoubtedly one of the future’s strongest True Immortals!
“Those who lose to me are never my rivals. I give you time to catch up—until you can no longer see my back,” Shi Hao said calmly.
The crowd was stunned. Such arrogance!
Shi Hao’s confidence was overwhelming!
Perhaps this very mindset had propelled him to such heights—standing atop the peak, looking down upon all others.
Da Xu Tuo, Lan Xian, Little Heavenly King, Princess Yao Yue—these old acquaintances in the Peach Garden could only sigh.
To them, Shi Hao might truly deserve such pride. Only those who knew his journey understood his brilliance.
“So strong! To defeat the Ao Clan’s young master and still be this confident… I envy that girl named Qing Yi,” a young woman muttered.
Other maidens also whispered excitedly, their eyes gleaming.
The crowd was speechless.
Their elders darkened, one coughing pointedly to silence them.
Shi Hao stood on the stage, silent, his gaze sweeping challengers. Who dared fight now? His presence alone was intimidation.
Ao Qian had lost, but the true battle wasn’t over. A single Immortal Peach of immortality was enough to ignite greed in all.
Yet, who still dared face him? Most knew their limits.
“I’ll fight you!”
Finally, someone ascended—a woman. Tall and robust, her features were striking, her skin a healthy wheat hue, rare among the fair-skinned female cultivators of the Immortal Domain.
Her figure was lithe yet powerful, like a beautiful panther.
“Hun Tian has stepped forward!” The crowd gasped.
A descendant of Hun Yuan Immortal King, on par with Pan Yi and Ao Qian, she was among the strongest Supremes of this era.
Boom!
Without words, battle erupted instantly. Hun Tian’s name was unfeminine, her combat style equally fierce—she attacked with overwhelming force.
“Hunyuan Great Dao Scripture!” someone exclaimed.
From the outset, she unleashed her clan’s supreme Immortal King scripture, clashing with Shi Hao to determine the stronger.
The scripture’s resonance shook Shi Hao’s blood. Never had he encountered a woman so bold in battle.
Bam!
At the 1,400th exchange, Shi Hao’s spine surged like a dragon, his limbs embodying the four poles of heaven and earth, forcibly suppressing Hun Tian until blood trickled from her lips.
She conceded bluntly. “I lose!” Then leaped off the stage.
Silence. Few dared speak now, all shaken. Shi Hao’s victory over Ao Qian was no fluke—he had defeated Hun Tian too.
“Are you even a man?” Hun Tian suddenly snapped, glaring at Pan Yi.
The crowd’s expressions turned odd.
Rumors had long swirled that Hun Yuan Immortal King and Pan King’s lineages intended to marry—these two were the chosen heirs.
Pan Yi scratched his nose awkwardly, then ascended the stage, whispering to Shi Hao, “Let me win this one, huh? For the tigress’ sake?”
“Not a chance,” Shi Hao refused.
“Fine. Go easy then,” Pan Yi sighed.
Boom!
The battle erupted. Though Pan Yi had joked beforehand, in combat, he was relentless, executing the Pan Clan’s supreme divine abilities flawlessly.
The clash was cataclysmic—sky sundered, earth split, ghosts wailed, gods mourned. The two fought so fiercely the very heavens dimmed.
Yet, by the 1,400th exchange, Pan Yi too was defeated. Golden lotuses bloomed around him, the Great Dao resonating as bindings coiled around him.
Shi Hao stepped forward, hair wild, eyes crackling with lightning, invincible. A colossal hand blotted the sky, pressing down until Pan Yi coughed blood, immobilized.
“Stop! I yield!” Pan Yi admitted openly.
Shi Hao released him.
Thus, the Immortal Domain’s three strongest young experts had fallen in succession. Silence reigned.
A cultivator from the lower realm had triumphed alone!
From a land of incomplete laws, a flawed Great Dao, emerged a youth unrivaled in the Human Dao Realm!
All realized—below the True Immortal level, perhaps none could match Shi Hao.
“Who dares face me?” Shi Hao challenged.
The vast Peach Garden, the grand Immortal King’s estate—none answered. None dared. Shi Hao dominated, supreme in the Human Dao Realm.
This was the meaning of “Extreme Dao”—one standing above all, suppressing ten thousand paths, truly invincible in this realm.
“If a title were to be bestowed, in the Human Dao Realm, he could be called… Emperor!” an ancient True Immortal of the Pan Clan declared.
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