Silence reigned supreme!
Across the three thousand provinces, how many among the younger generation dared to provoke the young supreme of the Immortal Palace with such disdain?
The atmosphere was tense, with many holding their breath as they watched the towering figures in the arena. A storm was brewing, and a battle of extraordinary significance was about to unfold.
*Clang! Clang!*
The heir of the Immortal Palace remained unmoved, yet hundreds of sword energies surged from his sides, swirling with divine radiance of five colors—a breathtaking sight.
“The Sacred Hall has decayed, its legacy extinguished. The so-called remnants of its teachings are nothing but a joke,” he declared coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.
A wave of killing intent swept forth like a tidal wave, engulfing the entire area. He stood at the center like a deity, his body wreathed in blazing sword light, radiant and resplendent.
Not far away, Yue Chan’s true self was even more unsettled than the Immortal Palace heir. That youth embracing Qing Yi was undoubtedly deliberate.
In fact, she had reason to believe that Shi Hao’s intimate display with Qing Yi was meant to provoke her, to humiliate her. She could even detect a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Because when the true and secondary bodies were too close, their emotions resonated intensely, allowing each to feel the other’s sensations.
Shi Hao’s embrace of Qing Yi made Yue Chan’s true self acutely aware of an arm wrapped around her own waist, holding her tightly.
This sensation was unbearable. Her skin prickled with discomfort—no man had ever dared to come this close.
*Ssshh!*
Mystical symbols enveloped Yue Chan’s true form as ethereal mist rose from her graceful figure, veiling her in a sacred glow. A powerful aura pulsed outward as she gritted her teeth, resisting the sensation.
“Decayed?” Shi Hao laughed heartily, staring down the Immortal Palace heir before turning to Yue Chan’s true self. “If you’re weak, just admit it.”
*Clang!*
A divine sword pointed skyward, its resonant hum deafening.
The Immortal Palace heir remained motionless, yet in an instant, hundreds of sword energies slashed forward like a rainbow, dazzling and deadly.
Shi Hao’s palm glowed as an ancient rune condensed in his grasp. With a fierce strike, bone inscriptions erupted in the sky.
This was the sword intent of a single blade of grass!
The bone inscriptions transformed into sword energy, clashing violently with the Immortal Palace heir’s attack. The collision was like a meteor shower, bursting into countless radiant fragments.
*Cough!*
As the sword energies dissipated, a cough echoed through the air. A massive hand, the size of a small mountain, abruptly appeared between the two, halting their battle.
“This is the Celestial Immortal Academy, a place of quiet cultivation for female disciples. No disturbances or battles are permitted,” an elder declared—an actual Heavenly Deity.
“Let’s take this elsewhere. I’ll finish you there,” Shi Hao said, his hair whipping in the wind, his arrogance undiminished.
“If you seek death, I’ll oblige,” the Immortal Palace heir replied before turning to leave.
The crowd exhaled collectively, the suffocating tension finally easing. Many had been holding their breath, captivated by the confrontation.
Even from a distance, the sword intent had been overwhelming. The two combatants were like dragons among men, peerless in their might.
“What a clash to witness! These two supreme talents are about to shake the heavens!”
The two young supremes did not go far, heading straight for the academy’s martial arena to settle their duel on its indestructible stage.
The news spread like wildfire. Every student in the academy rushed to witness the battle, joined by countless visiting cultivators from other clans.
Even the sprawling markets outside the academy buzzed with excitement as word spread, drawing spectators eager to watch this legendary confrontation.
“Who will win? Is this the Immortal Palace heir’s true self, his secondary body, or a fusion of both?”
“Hard to say. We just arrived ourselves. Who expected such a monumental battle to erupt so suddenly?”
Excitement ran high, though some were still dazed by the abruptness of it all. A battle of epochal significance was about to begin.
The Immortal Palace versus the Sacred Hall—this was a clash that resonated through the ages, a feud between two unfathomably powerful ancient sects.
Soon, the vast martial arena was packed to the brim, with latecomers forced to hover in the air for a glimpse.
“Shi Hao, the unrivaled prodigy—will he continue his undefeated legend?”
Some disagreed. “You don’t understand. The Immortal Palace heir has only been using his secondary body to roam the world, yet his reputation is unmatched. When his true self emerges, who can stand against him? He is destined to reign supreme.”
Opinions were divided, with the crowd splitting into two clear factions.
“The Immortal Palace heir will lose!” A silver-haired girl with ruby-like eyes declared boldly, drawing attention.
While many marveled at her charm, others scoffed.
The Moon Rabbit, undeterred, fired back.
“He was defeated by Shi Hao before.”
“Little girl, what do you know? The Immortal Palace heir is destined to be invincible.”
Moon Rabbit: “He was defeated by Shi Hao before.”
“That was just his secondary body, not his true self.”
Moon Rabbit: “He was defeated by Shi Hao before.”
“If his true self arrives, who could possibly suppress him? His power is absolute!”
Moon Rabbit: “He was defeated by Shi Hao before.”
The cycle continued, driving the Immortal Palace supporters to frustration. No matter their argument, the girl had only one response.
“He was defeated by Shi Hao before.”
The Moon Rabbit, tireless and bright-eyed, had turned the phrase into an unstoppable weapon.
In the arena, Yue Chan’s true self winced as a sharp pain lanced through her waist, followed by a tingling numbness. Her brows furrowed, her eyes blazing with fury. She longed to draw her sword and strike.
The audacity! That rogue was clearly targeting her, and Qing Yi wasn’t even resisting.
Yue Chan’s true self was a celestial beauty, untouchable and revered. No man had ever dared to lay hands on her, let alone behave so brazenly.
Then, another jolt ran through her. She couldn’t take it anymore, her eyes flashing with rage as she glared across the field.
“Shi Hao, don’t push your luck!” Her voice trembled with suppressed fury.
She could feel goosebumps rising on her neck, her skin crawling as if insects skittered across it. This scoundrel was utterly shameless!
Shi Hao merely grinned, releasing Qing Yi to watch from the sidelines. He pointed at Yue Chan and the Immortal Palace heir. “Why don’t you both come at me?”
It took Yue Chan a long time to regain her composure. To outsiders, she appeared serene, but inwardly, she seethed. The occasional flicker of indignation in her eyes betrayed her usual saintly demeanor, startling those who noticed.
*Clang!*
Sword light pierced the heavens as the Immortal Palace heir lunged at Shi Hao, his countless sword energies turning crimson.
In that moment, the sword energies transformed—becoming sharper, deadlier, like wings of destruction!
His speed increased dramatically, closing the distance in an instant. The air trembled as hundreds of sword beams slashed forward, the temperature plummeting.
This was the essence of killing intent, the pinnacle of sword mastery.
Shi Hao’s eyes widened as he unleashed his own sword energy. Blades of grass materialized in the air, emerald-green and brimming with boundless lethality.
At his current level, any technique he wielded was incomparable—especially the enigmatic sword intent of the grass.
*Boom!*
The collision was cataclysmic, a deafening clash of steel and surging spiritual power.
For a brief moment, the sky blazed like a shattered sun.
The two combatants disengaged, both visibly surprised.
The Immortal Palace heir twisted midair, swooping back like a divine bird. This time, the crowd gasped—his sword energies had coalesced into two massive wings.
The sword intent grew even more terrifying.
Hundreds of crimson sword feathers fanned out like a phoenix’s wings, dazzling and suffocating in their brilliance.
“Phoenix Feather Sword Wings!” someone cried out.
This was a forbidden technique of the Immortal Palace, nearly impossible to master—and devastating in battle.
Not only did it enhance speed exponentially, but its offensive power was overwhelming, capable of cleaving through any defense.
Shi Hao raised an eyebrow. In just a short time, the Immortal Palace heir had acquired another deadly art.
Golden lightning wings sprouted from Shi Hao’s back, crackling with energy. A wisp of chaotic mist curled between them as he shot forward.
To most, it was just lightning. But Yue Chan’s true self recognized the truth—this was the Kun Peng’s wings, concealed within the storm.
Phoenix Feather Sword Wings versus Kun Peng Wings!
For an eternal instant, the two forces collided, their impact shaking the heavens.
Feathers clashed, sword light surged, and spiritual power roiled like an ocean. The sky was a blur of light, with only shadowy figures visible amidst the chaos.
*Bang!*
Finally, both combatants were forced back.
The Immortal Palace heir’s expression was icy. Unnoticed by all, he wiped a trickle of blood from his neck—a hair’s breadth from decapitation.
Shi Hao stood wreathed in golden light, his body adorned with lightning-forged feathers, his aura overwhelming.
“Shi Hao is terrifying,” someone murmured.
It was clear to all—despite his youth, he had reached unimaginable heights. Even the illustrious Immortal Palace heir couldn’t suppress him.
The Immortal Palace heir’s mind raced. His Phoenix Feather Sword Wings, though newly mastered, were supposed to be unstoppable.
Yet this youth had countered them with his own wings, nearly severing his neck in the process.
This was beyond alarming. For the first time, he faced an opponent who could truly rival him.
Had Shi Hao truly closed the gap so completely?
Perhaps only by merging with his true self could he crush this upstart. He had no doubt—once unified, he would be invincible.
“If this is all the Immortal Palace heir has to offer, then prepare to die,” Shi Hao declared boldly.
The crowd shuddered. From the very start, Shi Hao was already declaring his intent to kill the young master of the Immortal Palace?
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