Shi Hao’s domineering declaration shook both realms.
Upon the city walls, one shadowy and terrifying figure after another stood—all kings of the Immortal Domain. Even they were taken aback by the audacity of this rising star!
On the opposing side, figures like An Lan and Yu Tuo wore icy expressions, their killing intent palpable. Today, their realm had suffered grievous losses—two kings had fallen in an instant.
And one of them was Chi Wang, a supreme overlord!
**Boom!**
One after another, figures descended, pursuing the battle to the city gates. These were the Immortal Kings of the Foreign Realm, a dozen towering figures standing like primordial deities from the dawn of creation—utterly formidable.
Shi Hao’s battle in the Foreign Realm had shaken the heavens, rousing even slumbering powerhouses.
Especially when Chi Wang fell—his blood rain drenching the lands of the Foreign Realm—the resulting phenomena were so terrifying that the very heavens and earth seemed to mourn.
Thus, the kings awakened one after another. Some charged forth immediately, while others stirred later, now converging as a fearsome group.
“Desolate! Come out and face me—I’ll kill you!”
Among the Immortal Kings of the Foreign Realm, one figure, though long-ascended to kingship, retained the fiery temper of youth. His voice boomed like thunder.
This man had deep blue hair, eyes sharp as broadswords, and he glared fixedly at the youngest figure on the city walls. In his hand, a golden trident radiated overwhelming killing intent.
“Are you seeking death?” Shi Hao responded coldly, sweeping his gaze across the dozen or so Immortal Kings standing like demonic mountains piercing the cosmos—vast and towering.
He wasn’t surprised. Even if only one or two achieved the Immortal King rank per epoch, the accumulation over endless ages since the Emperor’s Fall was staggering.
And he knew—this wasn’t even all of them. More kings remained hidden in the Foreign Realm.
“Gentlemen, dare you join me in slaughtering them all?” Shi Hao asked the kings upon the walls.
Though the Immortal Kings here were fewer in number, he believed he could hold off several alone. A bloodbath would follow, ending in their annihilation.
Below the walls, creatures not of kingly rank trembled in terror under the oppressive aura.
The ten Immortal Kings exchanged glances. Desolate truly was a warmonger!
“Fellow Daoist, now is not the time for a decisive battle. The Sea of Realms harbors greater troubles,” one Immortal King cautioned carefully.
“Desolate! Do you dare fight?” the blue-haired giant below roared, issuing his challenge.
“Will it be you alone, or all of you at once?” Shi Hao asked, a faint chill in his tone. If anyone dared face him solo, he wouldn’t mind stepping out.
Provided, of course, the Immortal Kings swore an oath. At this level, a king’s vow was binding—violating it would invoke the backlash of cosmic laws.
“Naturally—” the blue-haired giant began, ready to declare a solo duel.
But An Lan intervened, unleashing chaotic laws to silence him, preventing the words from leaving his lips.
“Brother, you’re too impulsive. Desolate now rivals the mightiest overlords. You are no match,” An Lan stated bluntly.
The blue-haired giant, a savage by nature, roared in frustration, his hair standing on end like a demonic deity, dark energy surging around him.
“How about this? I’ll allow you to team up with two other Immortal Kings. I’ll slaughter all three of you alone. Do you dare?” Shi Hao taunted again.
“You—!” The blue-haired giant nearly exploded with rage, his eyes bulging like bronze bells. Behind him, the silhouette of an ancient beast—his true form—loomed, as if ready to pounce.
Yet, Yu Tuo and An Lan restrained him, preventing him from accepting the challenge.
“Who dares face me?”
Shi Hao stood atop the gates, disdainfully surveying the Foreign Realm’s kings. In his right hand, he held the Heavenly Halberd; in his left, Chi Wang’s bell, its chimes resonating, shaking souls.
Beneath his feet lay two heads—both Immortal Kings, bloodied. One was even an overlord: Chi Wang himself!
The scene was one of overwhelming intimidation.
From the Foreign Realm’s ancient city, countless troops surged forth, led by Immortals, believing war had broken out upon hearing their kings’ roars.
But when they saw Shi Hao on the opposing walls—and the two heads at his feet—their faces paled. Many recognized him.
And when they realized whose heads those were, terror gripped them.
Two kings, including Chi Wang—slain just like that?
Chaos erupted in the Foreign Realm’s ranks. The news was too horrifying. Desolate had returned, not only alive but having reached such heights.
Especially those of his generation stood dumbfounded.
Some so-called geniuses hadn’t even reached the Supreme Realm yet!
Even those of imperial lineage, once Supreme beings who had barely overcome death tribulations to become Immortals after 500,000 years, now had to crane their necks to glimpse their former rival—now a king!
Noticing the demoralization among their ranks, Yu Tuo stepped forward.
“Kings of the Immortal Domain! After years of peace, the time has come. If you seek war, then let it be war! Today, we settle this—let the final battle begin!”
Yu Tuo’s challenge echoed, pointing at the city, demanding the Immortal Kings step out and end the feud.
He needed to seize the initiative, to reverse their waning morale. Otherwise, Shi Hao’s mere presence would crush the spirits of their realm’s rising talents.
“Yu Tuo, I could kill you with one hand. Do you dare face me?” Shi Hao retorted, shattering Yu Tuo’s bravado with sheer audacity.
“All of you, return. This battle is not for you,” Yu Tuo commanded the younger generation, fearing Shi Hao might go berserk and slaughter them all.
“Hahaha—!” Shi Hao laughed, his dominance unshaken.
“Desolate! Cease your arrogance! Soon, I’ll claim your head!” An Lan roared.
“Whoever seeks death, I’ll oblige!” Shi Hao shot back.
In the end, the battle didn’t erupt. Both sides withdrew, the Foreign Realm’s kings seething with frustration.
For countless years, their campaigns had shattered worlds, reducing enemies to weeping ruins, rivers of blood. Who could stop them?
Today, they tasted bitter humiliation.
Yet, their own overlords remained silent or dormant, unwilling to engage in an all-out war. Reluctantly, they retreated.
The Immortal Domain was in uproar!
Shi Hao had single-handedly stormed the Foreign Realm, wreaking havoc, and returned with Chi Wang’s head—shaking the ancient cosmos.
Even the mighty Immortal Kings emerged from seclusion to verify the news.
The implications were staggering. Chi Wang—a being who had dominated epochs, unrivaled through the river of time—had fallen to Shi Hao’s blade.
**Whoosh!**
With a flash of radiance, Shi Hao released the Golden-Haired Lion from the secret treasure pool where his divine techniques were nurtured, mounting it with regal authority.
Within the pool lay the Primordial Heavenly Halberd, Chi Wang’s Bell, Ao Sheng’s Sword-Wings—all kingly weapons—alongside the imprisoned souls of Ao Sheng and Chi Wang.
The lion, having witnessed the battle, was utterly shaken. Shi Hao’s power far exceeded its imagination.
Now, it hesitated. Even if given the chance, would it dare betray Shi Hao?
It knew—such an attempt would be suicide.
But to submit, to serve as his steed?
Though flawed in its Dao attainment—not a true Immortal King—it was still revered as one.
This status made the thought unbearable.
Mounted atop the Golden-Haired Lion, Shi Hao returned, sparking fervent discussions. Countless beings came to pay homage!
Youngsters worshipped him like a deity, kowtowing in the starry void, their reverence boundless.
The lion trod upon chaos and stardust, its majesty unchallenged, bearing Shi Hao across the cosmos.
Everywhere, cultivators bowed in awe.
Indeed, attaining kingship naturally drew legions of followers, granting dominion over entire universes as one’s Dao domain.
“Unbelievable! Desolate slew Chi Wang—and took another Immortal King’s head as a trophy!”
“Ao Sheng, Primordial, and Yuan Chu—their defeat was no fluke!”
Ancient beings whispered among themselves.
The world buzzed with excitement and shock.
Earlier, six Immortal Kings had confronted Shi Hao, attempting to save Ao Sheng and the others. Now, they shuddered—Desolate was too monstrous. Who could withstand such Edge of the Blade?
Some had personally witnessed the events at the Western Heavenly Gate, their fear the deepest.
“Desolate’s majesty must not be provoked,” someone murmured.
This young overlord might one day shatter the kingly realm itself. Who wouldn’t dread that?
In the end, Shi Hao’s slaying of Chi Wang cemented his legend of invincibility!
Upon his return, the Divine Striking Stone, Thunder Spirit, and Crimson Dragon howled with excitement, scarcely believing the reality.
This battle had forged Shi Hao’s indomitable reputation. Henceforth, the Heavenly Court could emerge openly, no longer hiding under Pan King’s protection.
Now, who would dare strike? They’d have to face Desolate first!
“Fellow Daoist, at your age, such achievements are truly unprecedented!” Even Pan King couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.
Though many Immortal Kings extended invitations, Shi Hao politely declined, returning to Pan King’s cosmos.
“Senior, you flatter me,” Shi Hao replied humbly.
While ruthless to enemies, he remained deeply respectful to those who had aided him.
Despite knowing many awaited his return, he took time to converse with Pan King, sensing the latter had matters to discuss.
“Fellow Daoist, with your talent, you may one day break the kingly realm, shattering eons of myth!” Pan King declared.
Gazing at Shi Hao, he added, “Now, you must prepare. The time to act is upon us.”
“Please enlighten me, Senior,” Shi Hao said.
“Not enlightenment—just experience.” Pan King nodded. Once, he’d believed none could tread that path. Now, seeing Shi Hao, his heart stirred.
According to Pan King, perfection in all aspects was crucial henceforth—no flaws in the soul, the body pushed to absolute completion.
“At the Immortal King level, even minor advancements are arduous. Ancient methods exist to hasten progress. For instance, erecting temples, receiving worship from myriad races—this strengthens the soul, rendering it indestructible.”
“Wouldn’t founding the Heavenly Court suffice?” Shi Hao wondered.
“No! The Heavenly Court must never be lightly established—it invites catastrophe!” Pan King warned gravely.
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