Everyone was stunned. Was this the one who had defeated the heir of the Immortal Palace, forcing him out of the trial, and even pursued him here? Such audacity and arrogance left them speechless!
The crowd was in shock—this defied all expectations. Who was this person, daring to act so boldly?
The Immortal Palace, a timeless ancient sect, never had more than five disciples. Its heirs were known to suppress all contemporary prodigies, hailed as an undefeated legend!
For its heir to be utterly crushed and expelled would surely shake the Upper Realm, triggering tremors among the ancient sects. This was destined to be a monumental upheaval.
The one who struck would undoubtedly become the focus of all the ancient orthodoxies, a figure of legend. Everyone speculated—who could it be? What kind of person? Yet no one expected him to appear himself!
And in such a domineering manner! With a single kick, he obliterated the left-hand man of the Immortal Palace heir, then sent the heir himself tumbling from the altar, pursuing him relentlessly here.
“Such arrogance! Does he dare because of his skill or because his background is terrifying?”
“Most likely, he hails from one of those reclusive ancient sects, no weaker than the Immortal Palace!”
Hearts trembled. This man was destined to rise, his name shaking the Upper Realm with this battle, his dominance and glorious feats undeniable.
Even the sect masters were stunned, their eyes flickering with uncertainty. They were baffled, unable to comprehend.
Just how insane was this youth to dare such a thing? To sever his own path back to the altar just to kill the Immortal Palace heir? It felt bizarre.
“Wait, where is he?”
To everyone’s shock, after decisively striking, the figure used the momentum of his clash with the heir to propel himself backward, vanishing into the secret realm.
But he didn’t return. There was no “pursuit.” In a flash, he was gone, far from the area!
Many gaped, utterly confused.
“Whoosh!”
An elder sect master swiftly extended a massive hand, blotting out the sky as it reached into the secret realm. “Young friend, you’re injured. Allow this old man to heal you. Come out first.”
“No need. I only came to hunt down the Immortal Palace’s defeated lackey,” Shi Hao declared, pushing his movement technique to the limit. In an instant, he vanished into the mist-shrouded mountains.
Though the massive hand had entered, its power was drastically suppressed, its cultivation rapidly diminishing under the secret realm’s restraints.
The elder sect master frowned but ultimately withdrew his hand, unwilling to press further.
Everything had happened too quickly—from Shi Hao’s appearance, to his lightning-fast execution of the Immortal Palace maid, to his escape using the heir’s counterforce. It was over in moments.
Even the elder sect masters were left dumbfounded, hesitating in their shock, unable to react in time.
Thus, Shi Hao retreated into the secret realm with ease.
The outsiders were even more bewildered. Seeing him vanish into the mist, they exchanged stunned glances.
“You dare take my life?!” The Immortal Palace heir coughed blood, half from the earlier ambush, half from sheer rage. This opponent was shameless!
He knew full well that Shi Hao had likely been surrounded and killed, forced to return. Yet the audacity to claim he’d come to pursue him? Disgraceful!
This act served two purposes: to lull everyone into shock, allowing him to retreat, and to humiliate the heir, declaring himself the victor.
“Die!” The Immortal Palace heir roared, charging into the secret realm to slay his foe.
“Defeated lackey, still daring to challenge me? Today, I returned solely to hunt you down!” Shi Hao declared with boundless confidence, exuding an air of invincibility.
The heir nearly vomited blood. This scoundrel’s face was thicker than a city wall! Clearly killed by others, yet still shamelessly boasting.
“Boom!”
He arrived, diving down with a White Tiger Arm, holy light surging as a spectral tiger lunged with killing intent.
“Child’s play. You’re no match for me. Where’s your senior sister? Send her to fight me.” Shi Hao stood with his hands behind his back, radiating arrogance.
Before him, a lake of azure lightning formed, blocking the attack. Though he appeared relaxed and dismissive, the power was terrifying.
The outsiders were stunned. Was this youth truly so formidable?
“The Immortal Palace has a senior sister?”
“Clearly, he’s at the pinnacle of dominance, considering himself peerless. He likely seeks to challenge the previous generation of the Immortal Palace,” someone murmured.
Only the elder sect masters saw through the act. Though unaware of events deep in the secret realm, they now realized—this brat was bluffing!
The heir’s face darkened. If not for the radiant runes masking his expression, his fury would have been evident. He trembled with rage.
Anyone would be livid facing such a shameless opponent. Truly a rare breed.
“Boom!”
The White Tiger Arm clashed with the azure lightning lake, unleashing endless arcs of electricity that reduced the surrounding landscape to ash.
The battlefield blazed with holy light, blinding all who watched.
The two combatants presented a stark contrast.
The heir was clad in resplendent Immortal Feather Armor, fully protected. Meanwhile, Shi Hao’s armor was tattered, full of holes—utterly pathetic.
What kind of ancient sect could be so poor as to not even provide decent armor? The sight left everyone dumbfounded.
Worse, as Shi Hao moved, rusted fragments of his armor clattered to the ground, leaving onlookers speechless.
“Huang, you dare?!” The heir fought madly, manifesting the Human Immortal Seal—his strongest forbidden technique—unleashing dazzling radiance.
“What?!” The crowd gasped, then erupted. “It’s Huang! Him again!”
This time, Shi Hao’s tattered armor and helmet, riddled with holes, had concealed his aura. No one recognized him.
Perhaps the armor’s only redeeming feature was its ability to mask his presence.
“Heavens, it’s the Young Demon King! Since when was he this strong?!”
The crowd erupted. Now they knew his identity—his earlier feats were already legendary, but this surpassed all expectations.
“It’s him! He defeated the Immortal Palace heir and pursued him here! What a monstrous talent, worthy of his name on the Demon Sovereign’s stele!”
At these words, the heir’s gaze turned even colder, his fury boiling. Even if he’d been killed once, he still believed himself stronger. His earlier defeat was due to arrogance and carelessness.
“Such glory! This will shake every sect!”
“Nothing can stop his rise now. The Young Demon King will shake the Upper Realm!”
Outside the secret realm, the crowd buzzed with excitement. They were witnessing the birth of a young sovereign, destined to shine across the three thousand provinces.
The elder sect masters watched intently, some with deep hostility. Shi Hao’s actions in the secret realm had enraged many.
But they couldn’t enter.
“Elder, do you have another Life Talisman? Give me one. I’ll go slay him!” a Qin Clan deity whispered to Qin Changsheng.
Qin Changsheng sat like an unyielding rock, unmoved. He knew that even powerful figures would be suppressed inside. The limit was the Divine Flame Realm.
With only two Life Talismans left, sending two experts wouldn’t change anything.
After all, many Qin Clan deities had entered—only to be slaughtered.
“Boom!”
Stimulated by the Human Immortal Seal and pressured by the Immortal Feather Armor, Shi Hao’s tattered armor erupted again. Smoke-like light surged from its holes, engulfing him.
This time, the crowd trembled, finally realizing the armor’s terrifying nature. The elder sect masters were especially shaken.
An ancient, withered beast from the Ancient Times era shuddered, its eyes gleaming. “I sense the aura of that place. This armor’s origins are extraordinary.”
Qin Changsheng nodded. “Indeed. This ruined armor comes from the Forbidden Zone, tainted by its unique presence.”
Inside the secret realm, the battle raged, light piercing the heavens as the two clashed violently!
Though the details were obscured, the sheer intensity left all hearts trembling. This was no ordinary duel between mere Venerable One.
“Huang is truly a powerhouse. So young, yet he’s slain multiple First Generation and even killed the Immortal Palace heir once!”
“I recall the Fire Demon Palace provoked the Young Demon King first, treating him as weak prey and sending him into their kin’s territory. What a disaster that turned out to be.”
The Fire Demon Palace members’ faces darkened. Every mention of the Young Demon King reopened their wounds, bringing them to tears.
“You’re too weak. You’re no match for me. Call your senior sister to spar with me.”
Shi Hao’s taunting voice rang out amidst the thunder and soaring runes.
The heir’s expression darkened. They were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand quickly. And with Shi Hao’s armor compensating for his lack of Mana, how dare he speak so arrogantly?
Clearly, this thick-skinned rogue was mocking him, humiliating him before the crowd.
Outside, the onlookers were shocked. Was it true?
“Boom!”
Another clash. The battlefield had shifted deeper into the secret realm. Shi Hao had no time to waste—he needed to return to the golden altar.
First, he worried for his grandfather’s safety. Second, he couldn’t afford to miss that golden page.
Gradually, the outsiders grew disappointed. The battle was no longer visible. The two had vanished, their auras untraceable.
“A battle to the death. Do you dare?” the heir challenged.
“We already settled that. You died to me,” Shi Hao replied calmly, pressing onward. “I’ve no time for you. I must seize the inheritance.”
In truth, though furious, the heir also suppressed his rage. He knew the priority was returning to claim the supreme legacy.
Thus, the two fought their way toward the inheritance site, eventually parting ways.
Shi Hao retrieved half a saint herb—a golden water chestnut—and devoured it. Golden liquid flowed, merging with his flesh, radiating dazzling light.
On the altar, he’d suffered fatal wounds. Though the Beast Tooth Life Talisman had restored him somewhat, his vitality was severely depleted.
Without hesitation, he consumed the saint herb to recover swiftly for the final bloodbath.
As he traveled, he healed, his blood energy surging from his pores, enveloping him as he tempered his body and replenished his vitality.
Two hours later, he re-entered the inheritance site, ascending the sacred mountains. Worried, he sat in meditation, awaiting enlightenment.
Fortunately, the grand voice spoke again, permitting his return. He was teleported into the highest hall.
“Hmm?”
The scene was brutal. Combatants fought fiercely around the cushion, grabbing at the Azure bone fragment. Though it emitted runes, none could move it.
“Ah! You—!”
Chen Qing, still alive in a corner, paled at the sight of Shi Hao, as if seeing a ghost.
“This lord has returned!” Shi Hao picked up an abandoned bone sword and slashed. The blade’s light was blindingly fast.
Chen Qing, the heir’s servant, had already been severely wounded earlier. How could he resist now?
“Thud!”
A head flew, blood spraying, its face frozen in terror. Shi Hao’s words made the scene even more chilling.
Striding forward, Shi Hao glared at his former enemies. “This lord has returned. Prepare to meet your end!”
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