The Azure Spirit Realm, a vibrant minor world teeming with life.
“I refuse to accept this!” The heir of the Immortal Palace staggered backward, his body decaying and disintegrating. Shi Hao’s palm strike had been devastating, infused with two supreme techniques.
The Hand of Heaven caused his flesh to crack, while the Reincarnation Runes accelerated his decline.
At first, people thought only half his body had been shattered, but what followed sent chills down their spines.
The heir’s flesh aged rapidly, his skin splitting like porcelain, chunks of it falling away. Even his blood turned black, devoid of luster.
Meanwhile, Shi Hao stood composed, his black hair cascading to his waist, his gaze like divine rainbows. Supreme runes swirled around his body, as if a demonic sovereign had descended to lord over the mortal realm.
“Ah—!” The heir screamed as most of his body split apart, his flesh ruined beyond recognition, his vitality extinguished.
“Nine Deaths, No Perish!”
As the Reincarnation Runes faded, he roared, dark light erupting from within. A pair of massive black wings unfurled behind him, flapping violently.
“Boom!”
Darkness blotted out the sun as mysterious runes spread, enveloping him and rapidly reconstructing his body.
“So it’s true—the Nine-Headed Deathless Bird, said to have nine lives?” Shi Hao mused, watching calmly without interference.
“Whoosh!”
The heir recovered, his body glowing, flawless once more. With a flap of his wings, countless black feathers shot forth like divine arrows.
Shi Hao didn’t even dodge. He expanded his Singular Heavenly Passage, forming a radiant barrier around himself.
The sound of feathers striking the barrier was relentless. Though sharper than divine arrows, capable of piercing mountains, they shattered upon impact, unable to advance.
Outside the barrier, at Shi Hao’s feet, broken feathers littered the ground, pulsing with dark light and immense divine energy.
“Plucking your own feathers? Preparing for a stew later?” Shi Hao taunted.
The heir’s fury reached its peak. With a roar, distant mountains cracked and collapsed one after another, a testament to his might.
He had merged his primary and secondary bodies, believing himself invincible. Yet here he was, defeated again—and so utterly.
“Even with nine lives, I’ll kill you cleanly, one by one.” Shi Hao strode forward, his confidence unshakable. With his Supreme Blood awakened, he was stronger than ever.
“Come and die!” The heir, now frenzied, donned his Immortal Feather Battle Armor, radiant as countless white feathers swirled around him.
“Whoosh!”
He burned his essence, unleashing his full potential. Wisps of immortal mist coalesced, spreading a terrifying pressure!
Shi Hao activated his Martial Heavenly Eye, observing carefully.
This mist paled in comparison to true immortal energy. He recalled the mysterious figure in the Savage Nest—a single wisp of their aura could veil the heavens, obscuring even fate itself.
“If this is all you’ve got, it’s time for you to depart,” Shi Hao said, unwilling to waste more time.
Silence fell. The spectators trembled, their hearts roiling like stormy seas. From the start of the battle, shockwaves of disbelief had rippled through them.
The heir of the Immortal Palace, a peerless genius hailed as one of the strongest of his generation, who had crushed the talents of three thousand provinces—now defeated again and again!
“Die!”
The heir charged, his Immortal Feather Armor glowing as if ascending to the heavens. Light rained down, seemingly thickening the immortal mist he had cultivated.
“Still not true immortal energy. You’ll never take that step. Perish!” Shi Hao roared, his massive hand blotting out the sky as he struck.
“You’re the one who’ll die!” The heir’s eyes blazed with interwoven runes, his Heavenly Eye wide open. His Immortal Feather Armor shattered, exploding outward.
At the same time, blinding green light surged skyward, spreading like tidal waves, especially toward Shi Hao—a sight that chilled the soul.
“Ah—!” Someone in the distance screamed, struck by the green light. Their flesh decayed, vitality extinguished.
Everyone fled as if from venomous serpents.
“What is this?” Some didn’t die immediately but weakened instantly, powerless to resist.
Shi Hao’s expression darkened. With a roar, his hair writhed like dragons, his gaze colder than ice.
His palm glowed, runes manifesting as he pressed forward.
“Clang!”
The green light was blocked by the Hand of Heaven, revealing its true form—fragments of green copper rust, so virulent it made hearts tremble.
This was the curse of the Immortal Palace!
These rust fragments were said to have fallen from the Bronze Immortal Palace, the sect’s supreme treasure. Refined through secret arts, once they entered a body, escape was impossible—death in agony was inevitable.
The Bronze Immortal Palace was renowned as one of the mightiest treasures in the upper realm.
In the lower realm, Shi Hao had once died from a single fragment of this rust, losing his Supreme Bone and lying buried for over a year before reviving.
Now, facing this curse again, how could he not rage?
But times had changed. Now a deity, Shi Hao faced the heir with calm dominance.
Countless green shards shot toward him, all repelled, unable to pierce his body.
The heir chanted scriptures, his body wreathed in immortal light as he formed hand seals, channeling the curse’s source power.
“Die!”
He hissed, condensing the green light into a massive shard—sharp as a sword, the length of a palm—hurtling toward Shi Hao.
Enhanced by incantations and seals, this curse pierced the void, horrifying to behold!
“Hum!”
Shi Hao’s Singular Heavenly Passage trembled as the shard breached it, nearing his flesh.
“Snap!”
Shi Hao caught it between two fingers and crushed it.
“Performance over? Any other tricks?” Shi Hao asked, his tone indifferent.
Yet these words made the heir stagger, his face pale, his body shaking as if struck a heavy blow. His confidence shattered.
No one dared speak. All knew something monumental was about to happen.
The heir had lost. He would likely perish here!
“Boom!”
Shi Hao’s Supreme Blood roared like tidal waves, surging through his limbs, elevating him to his peak.
Blood rained as the heir was slain again, his mangled body sent flying. An ordinary man would have perished utterly.
Yet his flesh blurred, reassembling once more—another resurrection.
“Nine-Headed Bird, Nine-Life Immortal Body!” The crowd confirmed it—he possessed this ancient bloodline and had awakened it fully.
“Good. I’ll kill you nine times, so you understand the distance between life and death,” Shi Hao said.
His Supreme Blood glowed, shrouding him in auspicious mist, making him loom larger, like a peerless demon sovereign.
Battle after battle, the heir stained the Azure Spirit Realm with his blood. Though he revived repeatedly, each resurrection drained him further. Such power couldn’t be sustained indefinitely.
“Taste your own curse!” Shi Hao drove a shard of green rust into the heir’s body.
“Ah—!”
The heir screamed, his body glowing green, his divine aura gone, replaced by sheer horror.
“Pfft!”
Finally, he perished once more.
“Seems nine lives are just theoretical. Five is your limit,” Shi Hao remarked.
With his final strike, the heir roared, resisting with all his might—but it was futile. He fell, lifeless.
This time, he did not revive.
Silence gripped the Azure Spirit Realm. All trembled. The heir of the Immortal Palace, one of the three thousand provinces’ mightiest young supremes, had been slain?
Then, chaos erupted. This would send shockwaves through the Ancient Immortal Realms, a storm sweeping across minor worlds.
This was the most watched battle since entering the ancient lands. The heir of the Immortal Palace had fallen, crushed decisively!
“Shi Hao has triumphed, ending the invincible heir!”
“The Demon King is peerless! The Immortal Palace’s young supreme was no match!”
The crowd buzzed with excitement.
Shi Hao wiped blood from his lips—injuries sustained before his Supreme Blood had fully awakened.
“What race is this? Humanoid, with silver-glowing blood,” Shi Hao mused, eyeing the corpse.
The blood was crimson but flecked with silver.
Undoubtedly, the heir had Nine-Headed Bird lineage and another formidable bloodline—a supremely powerful humanoid being.
Shi Hao collected the spoils. The heir bore many treasures, most notably a jade vial sealed with a crimson, marrow-like substance—Immortal Blood!
“Whoosh!”
As Shi Hao claimed the vial, a dazzling sword light pierced the void, aiming for his skull—a lethal strike!
He shifted with impossible speed, leaving only an afterimage.
The bloodstained sword radiated killing intent, as if it had slain countless beings. But in an instant, it dimmed, vanishing into the void—its wielder fleeing after the failed ambush.
“Assassins of the Celestial Nation. I spared you, yet you come for me?” Shi Hao’s gaze turned icy. A Void Battle Halberd materialized in his hand.
“Whoosh!”
He cleaved the void and pursued.
“Boom!”
Space collapsed as sword lights and halberd strikes flashed from the rifts.
“Pfft!”
A head rolled from the void, followed by a broken, bloodied sword.
Shi Hao emerged like a demonic war god, his halberd gleaming, stained with blood, his aura overwhelming.
“Another? Nowhere to run!” Shi Hao’s senses were razor-sharp. He swung the halberd, forcing a figure to flee in panic.
“Whoosh!”
Ahead, boundless sword energy, laced with chaotic mist, blocked the Celestial Nation’s divine assassin.
A chubby, harmless-looking youth—Cao Yunsheng—smiled sheepishly, his body emitting chaotic sword energy.
“Executioner, no escape! Turn back!” A girl, porcelain-like with snow-white hair and ruby eyes—the Lunar Jade Rabbit—blocked another path.
From another direction, a peerless beauty wreathed in azure moonlight advanced.
The assassin knew escape was impossible. Even without the others, Shi Hao alone could hunt him down.
“Will you slit your own throat, or shall I send you off?” Shi Hao asked flatly.
Who would dare mock a divine assassin of the Celestial Nation? Yet none found his words out of place—his authority was absolute.
“Pfft!”
The assassin chose self-destruction, collapsing lifeless.
Shi Hao glanced at the rabbit, Cao Yunsheng, and Qing Yi, then shouted toward the distant Eight Treasures Pavilion, “Boss! Is the braised Golden-Winged Great Peng ready?”
“It’s… it’s ready!” The proprietor stammered, trembling.
“Good! I’m hosting a feast. Fetch some divine wine too!” Shi Hao laughed.
In the time it took to braise the Great Peng, he had slain the Immortal Palace heir, shaking the Azure Spirit Realm.
“Perfect! Peng meat and divine wine—what bliss!” The chubby youth grinned.
“But… I don’t eat meat,” the rabbit muttered, her gem-like eyes darting mischievously.
“Every time you’re drunk, you gobble it up—more than anyone!” Shi Hao exposed her.
“Nonsense! I don’t eat meat!” She kicked out.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao dodged, but a distant mountain crumbled—the infamous “Rabbit’s Kick.”
Laughing, Shi Hao ruffled her snow-white hair into a mess.
“I’ll fight you!” she shrieked.
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