A clash of titans, two young prodigies face off!
One was the young lord of the Immortal Palace, hailed as the one who suppressed all peers of the upper realm. The other was the newly risen Demon King, who had consecutively slain first-generation geniuses.
Clang!
The heir of the Immortal Palace wielded a massive halberd with one hand, its gleaming blade radiating a piercing, icy light, appearing especially terrifying amidst the chaotic haze of the ancient hall.
Shi Hao stood calmly on the golden dais, his eyes deep and unfathomable, cradling an alchemical furnace in his left hand as he stared at this so-called invincible young sovereign.
The atmosphere was tense, thick with pressure. The confrontation between these two figures gripped the hearts of all present.
“Everyone who has spoken to me like this is dead,” the Immortal Palace heir declared, his voice devoid of emotion, carrying only an icy indifference and an intangible pressure.
He showed no anger, his demeanor unshaken like an immovable boulder. His spirit blazed like a rainbow—not out of mere arrogance, but from an indomitable will forged through invincibility.
“Do you truly believe yourself the sovereign of this generation? Soon, I’ll sever your head and cleave that smug face of yours!” Shi Hao retorted.
Though aware of his enemy’s formidable reputation, which shook the upper realm, Shi Hao had no retreat. He was determined to seize that golden parchment—an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss.
He had a premonition that the golden parchment held immense significance!
Hum!
The void trembled as the Immortal Palace heir swung his halberd downward, a streak of blinding lightning cleaving through the air.
Shi Hao’s hair fluttered, his gaze clear and transcendent. In this moment, he became one with the Dao, elevating himself to his peak as he raised the alchemical furnace to meet the strike.
Clang!
A thunderous explosion, like the roar of an immortal, shook the ancient hall, causing the golden dais to tremble.
The two had clashed!
The others retreated, clearing a vast space for them.
Lunar Grace, clad in pristine white, her skin like snow and radiant as crystal, watched the battle with divine light shimmering in her eyes, her brow glowing faintly.
On the other side, Zhen Gu stood with golden scales covering his body, a pair of golden wings unfurled behind him, gripping a blood-red spear that inspired awe.
His previous battle with Shi Hao had proven his terrifying strength—born clutching coagulated blood, his spear could pierce anything!
The crowd watched like hungry tigers, their gazes aflame, ready to strike at any moment to seize the cyan bone scripture atop the prayer mat.
Finally, the youth holding the golden lamp made his move. While the two prodigies clashed, how could he miss such an opportunity? He lunged for the cyan bone fragment.
The Enchantress, her robes fluttering like a spirit emerging from darkness, joined him in advancing toward the prayer mat.
“Now!” Lunar Grace and the others shouted, uniting against them. Zhen Gu was the first to intercept, his blood-red spear unleashing a ghastly radiance as it thrust toward the golden lamp bearer.
Boom!
The strike erupted with a dazzling crimson glow, like a thunderclap that shook the entire dais. Though merely a spear thrust, it carried the force of a celestial descent, resounding with deafening fury.
Swish!
At the same time, the mighty creatures within the secret realm stirred. A blue scorpion’s tail, sharp and azure, pierced through the void, arriving in an instant!
“Kill!” Lightning Child erupted, charging forward to block their path to the inheritance.
Azure Fairy, Glutton, Black Orchid, Solar Child, and Vine One—all wreathed in radiant symbols—acted without hesitation, joining the fray for the bone scripture.
First-generation geniuses and deities clashed, turning the battlefield into a chaotic melee.
Yet the most intense battle remained between Shi Hao and the Immortal Palace heir, who fought with their lives on the line. Though the others were embroiled in the chaos, they still held back, leaving ample space for the two.
Many hoped they would exhaust each other!
Between the two, flashes of cold light and battle aura intertwined, their relentless duel unceasing.
Meanwhile, the others seized the moment to vie for the inheritance.
Boom!
The golden lamp bearer proved fearsome indeed. With a single exhale, symbols erupted from the lamp’s wick, brighter than fire, sharper than lightning.
Teaming up with the Enchantress, they unleashed their most potent glyphs, resisting the dais’s pressure as they swiftly closed in on the prayer mat and bone scripture.
Swoosh!
A sword beam tore through the heavens, carrying wisps of chaotic energy. At the critical moment, Fatty Cao Yusheng struck. His body bore fragments of the upper realm’s third-ranked killing array.
The sword energy clashed with the golden lamp, sparks flying in a terrifying display.
“Is this all you’ve got? Prepare to die!” the Immortal Palace heir roared. Despite the dais’s immense pressure, he leaped forward, halberd raised high for a devastating slash.
The gleaming blade severed strands of Shi Hao’s hair, its invisible killing intent making his skin sting.
Shi Hao remained composed, sidestepping the devastating strike. The halberd grazed his body and struck the golden dais with a thunderous impact, sending shockwaves through the area.
Some lost their footing, nearly tumbling off the platform.
Shi Hao expanded his sole heavenly aperture, shielding himself from the blinding radiance as he closed the distance. With a single punch, he aimed for the Immortal Palace heir’s face—ferocious and domineering.
The heir arched backward like bamboo in a storm, displaying terrifying flexibility to evade the blow.
Then, with a sudden twist of his shoulder, glyphs erupted. His right arm swelled, white light surging skyward as he rammed it toward Shi Hao’s body, exuding overwhelming dominance.
The onlookers shuddered, unable to resist turning their heads—this was undoubtedly a fearsome treasure technique.
White Tiger Arm!
Faintly, the roar of a tiger echoed as a colossal white tiger materialized, tearing through the void with claws bared, as if to annihilate the world.
The White Tiger was no ordinary beast, nor merely a wild predator. It was one of the true spirits, akin to the Vermilion Bird, born of the world’s killing intent—a manifestation of terror.
Now, the Immortal Palace heir’s shoulder trembled, his right arm swelling with white light, radiating terrifying fluctuations—one of the White Tiger’s killing techniques: the White Tiger Arm.
Shi Hao’s expression shifted. His opponent’s physique had been pushed to its limit—that white-armored arm struck with unstoppable force!
Clearly, the heir was proud and confident, believing no peer could rival him—even in physical combat, he refused to accept a stalemate!
In their last battle, his palm had split, failing to overpower Shi Hao. Now, with surging blood energy, he unleashed the White Tiger Arm, determined to crush Shi Hao in this ultimate test of physique.
At such close range, evasion was impossible.
Shi Hao let out a battle cry, erupting with endless thunder glyphs as he met the attack head-on.
His body blazed with light. In an instant, the Kun Peng’s power surged within him, reinforcing his form—especially his shoulders, where gold and black intertwined, his blood energy towering.
Under the cover of lightning, the unusual nature of his glyphs remained momentarily concealed.
Boom!
The impact twisted the void like a tattered war drum, emitting an eerie hum that sent a few on the dais flying off the platform.
The sheer terror of this clash was evident—even its aftershocks were overwhelming.
Even deities like the Jade Mantis and the Azure Scorpion paled. Were these two walking the path of physical sanctification? Had they truly perfected flesh and bone cultivation?
Both combatants staggered back, blood trickling from their lips—proof of the staggering force behind their collision.
This was the pinnacle of combat, the absolute limit of physical prowess in the Venerable One realm!
In this era, no greater physical strength existed at this level.
The White Tiger governed slaughter—its lethality was unparalleled, nearly impossible to defend against. Yet this time, the two were evenly matched, both injured.
Astonishing!
The combatants locked eyes, suspicion and killing intent swirling between them.
Swish!
The Immortal Palace heir moved again, faster than a divine arrow. This time, violet glyphs erupted as he lunged at Shi Hao, his feet stamping the void.
His technique had shifted—no longer the White Tiger’s treasure art, but another terrifying force. In an instant, his entire body turned violet, especially his feet, which seemed poised to shatter the void.
What kind of technique was this? Many gasped.
“Kirin’s Foot!” murmured a first-generation genius, his expression grave.
The Immortal Palace’s terrifying depth was on full display!
Neither the White Tiger Arm nor the Kirin’s Foot represented the complete heritage of their respective races—only their most renowned killing techniques.
Yet this very fact underscored the Immortal Palace’s dreadfulness.
They had collected killing techniques from true spirits—legendary arts that shook history. Combined, they formed a horrifying arsenal that made even major sects wary.
How else could they be called the Immortal Palace?
They hoarded “scattered techniques” like the White Tiger Arm and Kirin’s Foot—individually, they were already invincible; together, they became forbidden treasure arts.
The void trembled as if on the verge of collapse.
The Immortal Palace heir’s feet morphed, now clad in violet scales, growing enormous as they descended toward Shi Hao’s skull.
He was wild and domineering!
Shi Hao’s eyes flashed. Behind him, endless crimson light coalesced into a pair of wings—bright and translucent. This was the True Phoenix killing technique he’d learned from Lunar Grace’s secondary body—just a single move.
Yet this wasn’t the True Phoenix clan’s strongest “scattered technique,” merely its opening stance.
Having studied the Primordial True Record, Shi Hao had recently gained profound insights, mastering the art of turning decay into wonder. He supplemented this opening stance with his own enlightenment.
His hands traced arcs, conjuring myriad beasts and birds that merged into the crimson wings. A terrifying aura erupted as they collided with the Kirin’s Foot.
Once more, both were sent flying, coughing blood.
Mutual astonishment!
Even with their physiques enhanced to the limit, the result remained unchanged. Their gazes deepened, brimming with killing intent.
“Yin Finger!” the Immortal Palace heir roared, extending his right arm. A single finger thrust forward, dense with Yin energy—black as ink—before crashing toward Shi Hao.
A simple finger strike, yet it could pierce sacred artifacts, seemingly capable of destroying all. Nearby, a stray artifact from the chaotic battle strayed into their arena—only to be pierced and shattered by that finger.
“Yang Fist!” Shi Hao bellowed, his body unfurling as he channeled the Kun Peng’s solar aspect. His fist blazed golden with solar divinity.
Boom!
The two collided. Yin and Yang clashed, birthing chaotic energy as the void split open—a sight that shook all witnesses.
Once again, the battle was even. Both wielded supreme treasure techniques’ “scattered arts,” and their collision made heaven and earth tremble.
“Ah—!” Shi Hao erupted, taking the initiative. In an instant, he manifested three heads and six arms, his body golden as he unleashed the Yang Fist, radiating an aura of unstoppable slaughter.
Thud!
Fist met finger. His body blazed, golden radiance surging as he became a living furnace, pressing forward relentlessly.
Thud!
The Immortal Palace heir’s shoulder took a blow. Had his White Tiger Arm not flared in defense, his entire arm might have exploded.
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