Zhan Tiange threw his head back with a booming laugh, his thick locks billowing like strands of crystal, mirroring his own extraordinary and flamboyant nature.
As the War King of this generation, his talent was peerless. Had it not been for the birth of the twin “War Princes” in his clan, disrupting the balance, he would have been the sole king in countless generations.
Born into the War Emperor Clan, rising above billions, surpassing the prodigies of eras past—how could he not be formidable?
“Your jokes are anything but amusing,” he declared with an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers. Since the age of twenty, he had traversed multiple regions, yet never met a worthy opponent!
Were it not for the ancestral decrees restraining him, he would have challenged the twin War Kings of his clan, crushed them, and claimed the throne as the sole supreme ruler.
“Joke or truth, all you need to know is that tonight, I’ve come to kill you,” Shi Hao said calmly, advancing step by step.
Steady and composed, he did not rush into battle despite the urgency. Instead, he gathered his strength, allowing his momentum to surge toward its peak.
He never underestimated his foes. Even with an indomitable spirit, he fought with full force—a key reason why Shi Hao had soared to such heights.
“Earlier, I refused to fight you because you were unworthy, fearing you’d taint my hands. But now, seeing your confidence restored to its zenith, I shall grant your wish—and take your head,” Zhan Tiange declared.
Tall and lithe, his hair danced like silk, his phoenix eyes sharp and radiant. His body, white as jade, exuded an ineffable grace.
His aura erupted violently. Though his frame was slender, at this moment, he resembled a prehistoric beast unleashed, suffocating all in his presence.
His followers staggered back, trembling uncontrollably under the crushing pressure. Even the revered ones among them felt their blood churn, nearly coughing it up as they stumbled away.
This was the might of a War King. Though young, he had already revealed his peerless edge—a force impossible to resist!
Three blood-red moons hung in the sky, their crimson light piercing the battlefield’s mist, casting a ghastly glow upon the cold, hardened earth.
“Words are hollow. Silence will reign once you’re dead,” Shi Hao said, his steps measured and rhythmic, each stride precise in distance and timing.
Gradually, this terrifying cadence resonated with the heavens, shaking the nearby War Clan elites until their faces paled and their bodies swayed.
What was happening? Even the revered ones wore grave expressions.
Shi Hao’s footsteps echoed like the divine drums of the ancient Heavenly Court, pounding with such force that hearts throbbed in sync.
*Thud, thud, thud…*
A monotonous yet dreadful rhythm, it stirred blood to frenzy. Some couldn’t endure, feeling as if they’d explode.
*Pfft!*
Finally, one spat blood, barely breaking free from the lethal cadence before fleeing. Had they lingered, they would have succumbed to madness—or worse, self-destruction.
*Boom!*
Zhan Tiange stomped, cracking the earth for miles. His footfall disrupted the rhythm, shattering its hold.
*Pfft!*
Others coughed blood, seizing the chance to escape the deadly resonance.
Fear gripped them all. What kind of youth was this, capable of ensnaring them with mere footsteps?
The War King moved, covering a hundred yards in a single step, closing the distance instantly.
In that moment, he transformed—looming like an insurmountable ancient peak, parting the clouds to reveal his awe-inspiring presence.
Mystical symbols shimmered across his body, wreathed in sacred light like silver flames, elevating him to divine heights.
His hands formed the War Clan’s famed battle seal, conjuring a metallic stele of runes that erupted with archaic power.
*Boom!*
The stele, though not towering, bore the weight of a mountain, pressing down on Shi Hao with dazzling inscriptions.
Unfazed, Shi Hao strode forward, his body glowing. With his immunity to magic, he ignored the first strike, passing through the stele to strike at Zhan Tiange.
*Boom!*
His palm blazed like a scorching sun, its brilliance blinding as it lashed toward the War King.
*Clang!*
A golden bone whip intercepted, clashing with Shi Hao’s palm in a shower of sparks, the sound crisp as colliding bronze millstones.
Zhan Tiange had anticipated Shi Hao’s initial immunity. His right hand, armed with the whip, blocked the blow while his left formed seals, summoning rows of metallic steles etched with fearsome runes.
These divine steles descended from all sides, sealing Shi Hao within a cage of crushing pressure, nullifying his immunity.
This was Zhan Tiange’s technique—War Stele Seal!
Dozens of ancient steles encircled Shi Hao, their oppressive might undeniable.
Shi Hao’s gaze remained clear, but inwardly, he tensed. His foe had studied his tactics, countering his initial assault while biding time for his immunity to fade.
It worked. Zhan Tiange harried him from afar with steles while engaging him up close with the golden whip, their clashes sparking like flint.
A formidable adversary indeed!
“Too afraid to face me in close combat?” Shi Hao taunted.
“My indestructible body is unmatched, but why indulge you in your forte? Recklessness is folly, not heroism,” Zhan Tiange replied coolly, unshaken.
*Boom!*
The steles erupted, their runes flooding the air as Shi Hao’s immunity waned.
“My turn!” the War King roared, his phoenix eyes blazing like a comet. Swinging the golden whip, he exhaled a silver streak—War Sword Qi!
A primal breath, condensed into a lethal rune, aimed straight for Shi Hao’s brow.
Simultaneously, the golden whip descended like a falling mountain, its symbols radiating godly might.
*Sizzle!*
Shi Hao’s brow gleamed as the Grass Sword Intent erupted, blades surging from his pores, filling the air with dazzling slashes.
The battlefield became a storm of sword light, the void seemingly pierced!
A hundred exchanges flashed by in moments, their movements a blur of steel and wind. From afar, sword beams crisscrossed the sky, a mesmerizing spectacle.
*Boom!*
The golden whip, a weapon of mass destruction, warped space with each swing, Zhan Tiange’s hair whipping wildly with the force.
Shi Hao countered with seals, clashing against the weapon in deafening strikes. His foe’s strength surpassed expectations.
“Indomitable War Will!” the War King murmured. A violet mark glowed on his brow—a cryptic sigil now unveiled.
*Sizzle!*
Purple strands burst forth, weaving into chains that ensnared Shi Hao in a mental prison—a tangible realm of unyielding will.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao’s body blazed as he shattered the chains with radiant runes, only for them to reform, tugging at his soul.
This was a spiritual cage, the so-called Indomitable War Will.
Unperturbed, Shi Hao’s brow shone with divine light. A unique art manifested—the Thunder Emperor’s soul technique, where thought became thunder.
*Boom!*
A miniature figure wielding a golden hammer sat within his brow, smashing the mental prison to fragments.
Shi Hao broke free, his body radiating splendor.
Zhan Tiange frowned. His Indomitable Will, said to slay even nascent souls, had failed.
“War King Avatar!”
With a roar, Zhan Tiange’s body erupted in light. From his crown surged streams of primal essence, coalescing into nine identical avatars.
Indistinguishable from the original!
The avatars charged—some forming seals, others wielding whips or fists, all radiating overwhelming might.
Shi Hao’s eyes widened. This bizarre art summoned multiple War Kings, their combined force unimaginable.
*Hum!*
From his sole heavenly passage, figures surged forth—his spirit bodies joining the fray!
Zhan Tiange smirked, deploying his own spirits against Shi Hao’s while his primal avatars pressed the assault.
The battle raged fiercely. Shi Hao soared skyward, avoiding encirclement.
Blue oceans materialized overhead—Thunder Emperor’s secret art, liquid lightning raining down indiscriminately.
*Boom!*
The sky split, runes igniting as figures darted through the chaos.
Beneath Shi Hao’s feet, yellow earth formed, sprouting lightning flora. Flames wreathed his body, merging with the azure seas.
A spear materialized in his grip, its edge honed by metal and thunder.
Five elements converged, thunder forging a microcosm to annihilate the avatars. Shi Hao dove into the fray.
*Boom!*
Light erupted, lightning intertwined. The nine avatars dispersed, revealing Zhan Tiange’s true form.
The avatars, fleeting by nature, could strike but once—else they’d render him invincible.
Zhan Tiange’s expression darkened. Shi Hao’s thunder realm, a bastion of invincibility, was formidable.
“Die!”
He lunged, golden whip in hand, determined to shatter the equilibrium.
Three hundred exchanges later, their blurred forms locked in combat, Zhan Tiange sensed impending doom. Shi Hao’s momentum swelled, his arts evolving into a world of their own.
Beneath Shi Hao’s feet, verdant life sprouted, lakes formed, and flames danced—all conjured from thunder.
Even creatures roamed this realm, fish leaping from waters, blades of metal hovering in the air.
Shi Hao stood at its center, sovereign of all.
“Are you the Lightning Child?” Zhan Tiange demanded, sensing the realm’s growing lethality.
“No,” Shi Hao replied coolly before crushing him beneath the thunder world.
*Boom!*
Zhan Tiange coughed blood, his body crackling with lightning.
“War Emperor’s Hand!” he bellowed, invoking his clan’s forbidden art—the very technique that had forged the War Emperor’s legend.
A golden hand materialized, its runes indestructible, smashing into Shi Hao’s realm, sundering earth, drying lakes, and quenching flames.
*Clang!*
Metal qi surged, morphing into countless blades that rained upon the hand, yet it endured—a testament to its divine origin.
Four hundred exchanges in, Zhan Tiange still stood, a testament to his prowess.
The golden hand ravaged the thunder world, unstoppable in its might.
“Nine Heavens Tribulation Light,” Shi Hao murmured.
Above, nine heavenly layers loomed, merging into a beam of celestial thunder.
*Boom!*
The light struck like divine judgment.
Zhan Tiange, exhausted, faltered. The War Emperor’s Hand wavered as terror gripped him.
*Crack!*
The light engulfed him, piercing his body in a shower of blood.
Shi Hao descended. “I told you—tonight, I came to kill you.”
“You… are Huang?” Zhan Tiange gasped, recognizing the infamous youth who had bested lightning prodigies.
The onlookers trembled. It was Huang—he had come!
*Sizzle!*
A thunderblade appeared in Shi Hao’s hand. With a swing, blood arced high.
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