The Fallen God’s expression stiffened as he was kicked squarely in the face, his body sent flying backward with droplets of blood scattering through the air.
For him, this was unacceptable—a “newcomer,” the junior brother of his former defeated opponents, had actually landed such a blow, stomping on his very visage!
This wasn’t just a loss or a setback—it was an unbearable humiliation.
He was a king of ancient times, one who had slain Triple-Crowned Monarchs, beheaded peerless heroes of an era, stood unrivaled, and reigned supreme in the Immortal Ancient Era, hailed as an undefeated legend. Yet today, he had been disgraced.
Had he not taken that final step, had he not encountered other ancient kings, it might have been forgivable. But to be kicked in the face by a mere youth of the present era? It was unimaginable.
“Beautiful! Clean and decisive!” In the distance, the little rabbit squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down while waving her tiny fists.
The others were stunned. The Fallen God had been kicked in the face and sent flying—this… was unbelievable. He had suffered a crushing defeat right from the start.
On the battlefield, the Fallen God felt a searing pain on his face, his jawbone seemingly fractured. The result made his gaze instantly turn ice-cold.
Shame, fury, and malice intertwined, causing his entire body to emit a dark radiance, as if he were a demonic god emerging from the depths of hell!
**Boom!**
Still mid-flight, he abruptly halted, then planted himself into the ground like an unshakable javelin. His eyes were abyssal, the scenes within them horrifying—countless divine corpses falling endlessly in their depths.
“I underestimated you.”
Just a few words, yet they clanged like metal, grating unbearably on the ears. Step by step, he advanced, his gaze locked onto Shi Hao.
He had indeed been careless, never expecting Shi Hao to be so extraordinary.
**Boom!**
His hands formed a seal, and with a mere tremor, the surrounding void split apart.
With his movements, the entire world seemed to shake. The aura, the fluctuations—they destabilized souls, threatening to shatter them entirely.
The Fallen God struck, his seal entwined with a pure strand of immortal qi as he launched his assault. The hand forming the seal exuded a terrifyingly violent aura, causing even more cracks to spread through the void.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao neither dodged nor retreated. With a single, devastating strike, his right fist blazed like a comet as it collided with the Fallen God’s seal.
A resonant hum shook the battlefield as the two clashed relentlessly, their arms trembling from the sheer force of their blows. The air itself seemed to erupt with thunderous explosions.
In the distance, many gasped and hastily retreated as mysterious runes spread, sweeping across the heavens and earth. Even from afar, they were still affected.
The crowd fled backward, some weaker individuals trembling uncontrollably under the unimaginable pressure, feeling like mere insects gazing up at a dragon.
On the battlefield, the two moved like streaks of lightning, colliding again and again, each impact releasing dazzling bursts of light. Some of these radiances shot into the sky, dispersing the clouds above.
This battle was ferocious beyond measure. When their fists met, the resulting light caused the void itself to collapse—a sight too terrifying to behold.
Many paled at the display. How could they ever compare? This was a realm beyond their own. Even the proudest geniuses felt a crushing sense of defeat.
The gap was simply too vast. They doubted that even if they became True Gods, they would still be nothing before these two.
Finally, the two separated, each standing their ground.
Though only a moment had passed, their fists and palms had already clashed hundreds, if not thousands, of times. The light from their collisions had torn the void around them—a sight too horrifying to believe.
By now, they had traversed dozens of miles, deep into the ancient battlefield.
The Fallen God’s gaze was frigid as he stared at Shi Hao. He could hardly believe that even after taking that final step, surpassing the sages of antiquity and cultivating immortal qi, he still couldn’t kill this man.
**Whoosh!**
He summoned a secret treasure, its hazy light enveloping the area, cutting them off from the outside world.
“You… also took that step?!” His voice was emotionless, his eyes piercing. What other explanation could there be?
“Are you so proud? Do you think that step was so difficult?” Shi Hao asked calmly.
The Fallen God’s heart sank. He had cultivated a strand of immortal qi, granting him terrifyingly sharp instincts—he could sense many things in advance. Yet he had failed to detect that Shi Hao was already his equal.
This realization was bitter.
His expression darkened. Shi Hao had arrived in the Burial City two days prior, while he had only emerged from seclusion today. That meant Shi Hao had succeeded before him!
Throughout history, countless geniuses had fallen on this path, unable to take that final step.
Today, the Fallen God had emerged with boundless confidence, feeling as if he could swallow mountains and rivers, standing unrivaled—for he had surpassed the ancients!
He believed he could dominate the Immortal Ancient Era, that even Ning Chuan would be forced to fight him seriously. As for the rest—Shi Hao included—he could crush them effortlessly.
Yet never had he imagined that the very opponent he had looked down upon, younger than him by years, had cultivated immortal qi in a single lifetime, standing as his equal.
For the Fallen God, who had always looked down upon all others, this feeling was unbearable. No one had ever surpassed him—until today, when he encountered this monstrous existence.
“You sealed this space with a treasure to prevent word from spreading?” Shi Hao mocked.
The Fallen God’s face darkened. The battlefield was shrouded in mist, making it difficult for outsiders to discern their immortal qi. He had sealed the area to prevent their conversation from leaking.
He had indeed intended to conceal his success, not wanting the other ancient kings of the Immortal Ancient Era to know. He had planned to strike decisively at the critical moment.
But now, faced with someone who had succeeded even earlier, his actions seemed laughable, making his face twist with fury.
“Hahaha…” Shi Hao laughed, his tone mocking and disdainful, exuding an unshakable confidence that directly countered the Fallen God’s earlier arrogance.
Silently, a strand of immortal qi manifested around Shi Hao’s body—pure as a rainbow, flawless as jade, coiling around him like a true dragon, radiating boundless serenity.
Yet to the Fallen God, it was a blinding sight!
His pupils contracted violently. This was a heavy blow—his pride, his belief in his unrivaled genius, was now being casually displayed by another.
“Even if you’ve cultivated a strand of immortal qi, do you think that makes you my equal?” the Fallen God growled. With a roar, he retracted his treasure and lunged forward.
**Boom!**
This time, one was cloaked in darkness that blotted out the sun, the other in golden radiance that illuminated the heavens. Their collision erupted with boundless brilliance, like a million volcanoes erupting at once.
“Such terrifying power… Such monstrous individuals! Shi Hao has actually reached this level—he can fight an ancient king!”
In the distance, the spectators caught sight of the two once more, their duel shaking the very heavens.
“Rumors said the Fallen God might have taken that step. Yet he still can’t suppress Shi Hao? Does that mean Shi Hao also succeeded? This is too terrifying!”
The battle between the two shook the world.
Truly, the Fallen God was monstrously powerful, befitting his status as an ancient king. How else could he have reigned supreme in his era, sweeping through the Immortal Ancient Era with unmatched strength?
Every casual strike of his displayed the pinnacle of divine techniques, perfected beyond the comprehension of ancient sages.
“Your two senior brothers were once hailed as peerless geniuses, yet they still groveled before me. Today, I will shatter the last vestiges of pride and dignity in your lineage! What ‘Supreme Being’? All shall kneel beneath me!”
The Fallen God’s roar was more terrifying than a lion’s or a savage bull’s. The blood-red mountains around them cracked and crumbled.
“Ah—!”
Some screamed, blood streaming from their seven orifices as they scrambled back in terror.
The sheer power of these two exceeded all imagination. Even from such a distance, the aftershocks could affect so many. What would happen if they truly unleashed their full might?
The spectators dared not imagine. Was this the might of an ancient king? A single individual who could sweep through all opposition, unrivaled and unstoppable?
Seeing was believing. Their hearts trembled as they witnessed true invincibility—what it meant to stand undefeated, to reign supreme in the world!
**Whoosh!**
The Fallen God’s attack sent waves of darkness sweeping across the battlefield, shearing off entire mountain peaks. The severed summits crashed down, shaking the earth and sending dust billowing into the sky.
**Boom! Boom! Boom!**
The two clashed again and again, their collisions releasing the most dazzling runes. The battlefield became sacred, as if they were deities locked in mortal combat.
“Is this all you have to back up your arrogance?” Shi Hao taunted.
“Enough to kill you. In this world, only a handful can stand against me—and you are not among them!” the Fallen God roared.
**Boom!**
Another deafening collision sent both stumbling back.
Then, the Fallen God transformed. His gray hair billowed wildly, his eyes deepening into abyssal voids. Slowly, he formed a seal, unleashing a pressure so immense it shook heaven and earth!
Around him, boulders weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds rose into the air, trembling as he completed his seal.
Then—**Boom!**—all the boulders exploded.
The scene was horrifying. As the Fallen God’s seal took form, the very fabric of the world trembled like a tattered scroll.
“That’s… the Fallen God’s Seal!”
The distant onlookers shuddered.
Around the Fallen God, terrifying visions manifested—countless divine and demonic corpses raining from the heavens, littering the earth, blood drifting like rain.
It was a sight to shake the soul!
Everyone’s scalps tingled with fear. This was too horrifying.
The Fallen God’s Seal was the supreme technique of the Fallen God’s lineage, said to originate from the Immortal Ancient Era, unearthed from ancient ruins.
Some scholars believed it was a divine art created by an immortal, capable of slaying gods and demons—its power defied all reason.
Shi Hao wasted no words. His left hand wielded the power of reincarnation, his right the radiance of the heavens. A third embryonic divine technique’s runes flickered around him as his entire body erupted with light so dazzling it was terrifying.
**Whoosh!**
The void around him split apart, black fissures spreading like cracks in glass.
Shi Hao lunged forward. The brilliance between the two drowned out the sky as they clashed with earth-shattering force.
**Boom!**
In the end, the spectators saw the Fallen God sent flying, coughing blood, streaks of white appearing at his temples—he had been grievously wounded.
“You dare boast about killing me with just this?” Shi Hao roared.
He pressed the attack, his palms blazing like comets, his fists striking relentlessly.
**Boom!**
The Fallen God’s seal was shattered. He coughed blood as he was sent flying once more.
Shi Hao closed the distance, his leg sweeping out like a whip, shattering the curtain of divine and demonic corpses before slamming into the Fallen God’s body and sending him hurtling back again.
“It’s not over yet!”
Shi Hao bellowed, crossing space in an instant. He shattered the Fallen God’s guard with a single punch, nearly piercing straight through his chest. Blood and bone sprayed outward.
“You humiliated my senior brothers. Winning was one thing, but you kept rubbing it in, provoking me in front of my face. But tell me—what are you, really?!”
**Boom!**
Another devastating strike sent the Fallen God crashing through a mountain, blood gushing from his lips.
“Don’t get careless! The Fallen God’s lineage is notoriously hard to kill!” Cao Yusheng shouted, though it was unclear whether he was warning or mocking.
As for the rest? They were utterly dumbstruck.
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