How could this be? The crowd stood frozen like clay statues, watching the battle unfold within the ancient battlefield.
“Fallen Godchild… is being pummeled!” someone gasped, struggling to utter the words.
Everything was too unbelievable, utterly shocking! The ancient king, hailed as an undefeated legend, unrivaled across the world, was now being suppressed in battle today.
Many knew that Fallen Godchild had emerged from seclusion specifically to hunt down Shi Hao and crush him.
This was the first true emergence of an ancient freak, ready to unleash carnage and sweep through all opponents. Everyone sensed that Shi Hao might be in danger.
After all, Fallen Godchild had once reigned supreme in his era, an ancient king whose power reached the pinnacle, capable of slaying all foes.
Yet, the scene before them left everyone dumbfounded. Shi Hao was overwhelmingly dominant, chasing him through the air and beating him until he coughed up blood.
“Ah—!”
Fallen Godchild suddenly let out a long howl. Dark light flooded the sky as countless divine corpses and demonic bones around him rose into the air, forming a swirling vortex, a terrifying storm.
“Suppress and kill!”
With a roar, the void cracked, black fissures encircling the dark vortex, a horrifying sight.
Cao Yusheng’s warning had been justified. Even at this stage, Fallen Godchild remained formidable, like a wounded beast—only more dangerous.
The black vortex, like a black hole, trapped Shi Hao before swallowing him whole.
“Perish!”
Fallen Godchild’s wild gray hair fluttered as his body swelled into a giant. A massive hand slammed down, crushing the center of the black vortex with overwhelming force.
“Boom!”
The void shattered, the heavens and earth quaking.
Amid the devastation, Shi Hao was sent flying, his robes torn, a trickle of blood at his lips. Yet his injuries weren’t severe. He steadied himself in the distance, watching Fallen Godchild.
“That little fatty was right—you’re thick-skinned and tough to beat,” Shi Hao remarked.
The joke fell flat. Fallen Godchild’s expression darkened as he wiped the blood from his lips, his gaze sharp as a starving wolf’s, fixed on Shi Hao.
“Hehe…” At this moment, only the little rabbit could laugh, clapping her hands and tossing her silver hair in delight.
“I told you—I’d beat you into ten pieces!” she shouted.
Around them, no one spoke. The spectators retreated, silent as cicadas in winter. Both Fallen Godchild and that demonic youth were far too dangerous.
No one dared provoke them or offer commentary, for the outcome was still uncertain. Offending the survivor would be disastrous.
“Shi Hao, you’ve angered me!” Fallen Godchild’s voice was low, but his gaze grew even more profound—terrifyingly so.
“What if you’re angry? Today, I’ll beat you until you lose all temper. Don’t speak of rage or the future—you won’t have one,” Shi Hao said calmly.
“Hahaha…” Fallen Godchild laughed coldly, still composed. His temples bore streaks of white, but they quickly faded as he rejuvenated from his aged state.
This was astonishing. Under the effects of reincarnation, most would have withered away, yet he endured, his body never failing.
Of course, it was also due to his immense strength and evading the fatal blow.
“Bang!”
Fallen Godchild’s wings flared, unleashing world-shaking demonic light!
On his back grew a pair of wings—one black, one white—utterly bizarre. They had left a deep impression on Shi Hao when first seen in Burial City.
Now, Fallen Godchild struck again. These were innate divine wings, containing incomparably terrifying power.
Black and white currents emerged—yin and yang qi, slowly swirling. The world instantly fell into chaos, alarming all cultivators present.
The cosmos was boundless, yet could be explained through yin and yang. All things arose from their interplay, embodying the true meaning of the Great Dao.
This was Fallen Godchild’s innate divine ability, his path. With a flap of his black-and-white wings, yin and yang merged, primordial qi spreading, shaking the world.
“Why can’t I move? Even at this distance, I’m affected…”
Someone in the distance panicked. The yin and yang qi permeated the heavens and earth, throwing everything into disarray, as if on the verge of collapse.
Some cultivators in the sky plummeted, unable to control their vital energy, suffering severe injuries.
This was Fallen Godchild’s terror—mastery over yin and yang, distorting the rules of heaven and earth, throwing all into chaos. It was as if this realm was now under his dominion.
As an ancient king, how could he be ordinary? He had once slaughtered until none dared oppose him, standing alone atop the Immortal Dao Arena, overlooking all heroes.
Such a man would not fall easily. Blessed by heaven, he had once been the protagonist of an era, unstoppable, silencing his contemporaries with fear.
“Die!”
With a cold shout, Fallen Godchild transformed into a streak of demonic light, charging at Shi Hao. With each flap of his wings, the void collapsed, the earth cracked, mountains crumbled, and boulders shattered the clouds—a scene of utter horror!
And with that shout, distant onlookers felt their souls struck, falling like leaves to the ground.
He was invincible. Such power would pale even the most gifted prodigies, rendering them helpless. This was the undefeated myth of an ancient king, the pinnacle of their glory.
Shi Hao’s expression turned grave. The wings of a Kunpeng swiftly materialized behind him, while other divine abilities awakened, bone scripts intertwining across his body.
“Boom!”
The two clashed. Void fissures spread hundreds of feet, tearing the battlefield apart.
Like two streaks of light entwined, they moved blindingly fast, wings flapping, unleashing divine abilities in a fierce duel. Arms collided, wings slashed, sparks flying with metallic clangs.
“Bang!”
Shi Hao struck the opposing wings. Celestial light condensed into a hand—a devastating blow.
Yet, the black-and-white wings erupted with yin and yang qi, dissolving the attack, nearly severing the celestial hand. Fallen Godchild’s invincible demeanor shone through.
“Boom!”
The two exchanged blows relentlessly. Reincarnation runes struck Fallen Godchild’s shoulder, aging the skin instantly, spreading toward his body.
Again, the wings countered, yin and yang qi boiling against the reincarnation runes, erupting in dazzling patterns.
“Bang!”
Finally, Shi Hao tasted the horror of the “Fallen God Seal.” The divine imprint struck him, and though he neutralized most of it with his divine abilities, the impact still sent him reeling, blood trickling from his lips.
All this happened in the blink of an eye. Both had landed heavy blows on each other.
Injured, Shi Hao showed no concern. Instead, his eyes gleamed with excitement. His main goal in this battle was to gauge the strength of an ancient freak—and Fallen Godchild did not disappoint, making him cough blood. A truly fearsome foe.
Even if he despised the man, Shi Hao had to admit: this was an overwhelmingly powerful opponent, with world-shaking techniques, immensely dangerous.
“Bang!”
Fallen Godchild’s black-and-white wings were formidable, clashing with Shi Hao’s Kunpeng wings in a storm of sparks and runes.
Their battle raged destructively. As they swept past low altitudes, entire mountain ranges exploded, shattered by the bone scripts unleashed from their wings.
“Pfft!”
Shi Hao took a hit—the black wing slashed his shoulder, nearly severing it, blood gushing instantly.
“Bang!”
At the same time, his kick landed on Fallen Godchild’s hip, staggering him, disrupting his bone scripts, nearly allowing a follow-up strike to his forehead.
Runes scattered, light rain dazzling as the two separated.
With a deafening roar, Fallen Godchild’s wings erupted in black-and-white radiance. His gray hair stood on end, an aura of terror spreading.
In the next moment, the world seemed split into two—black and white realms.
“Wings of Light and Darkness!”
The words pierced minds like demonic whispers. The void transformed, not just with yin and yang qi but also the interplay of light and dark.
This world was one of duality—black and white, yin and yang, light and dark.
Fallen Godchild embodied this Great Dao to suppress Shi Hao.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao’s wings flared, Kunpeng techniques pushed to the limit. His right hand gleamed gold, a Peng materializing in his palm; his left was pitch-black, runes weaving into a Kun. With a motion, Taiyin and Sun erupted, merging into chaotic mist!
A surge of chaotic haze blasted toward Fallen Godchild.
“Hmph!”
Fallen Godchild snorted, surprised. This was his domain—he had intended to shock Shi Hao, yet the latter matched him.
“Bang!”
His black-and-white realms collided, birthing chaotic qi and terrifying light, slashing at Shi Hao.
“Pfft!”
Almost simultaneously, both were struck, blood spraying as they were sent flying.
Chaotic qi intertwined with runes, two pairs of wings clashing, slashing at each other. Fists and palms struck bodies, both sustaining heavy injuries, coughing blood.
“Got any more forbidden techniques? Show me,” Shi Hao said, eyes blazing as he stared ahead.
Fallen Godchild’s pupils contracted. In those eyes, he saw excitement—not feigned, but the thrill of a hunter spotting prey.
Fury surged. When had he ever been treated as prey?
But this was perilous. Beyond the Ten Calamities techniques, Shi Hao’s innate abilities were terrifying, one of which remained unfathomable.
“Die!”
With a roar, Fallen Godchild unleashed a supreme divine ability, stunning all.
“Refining Art—the legendary Refining Divine Ability!” The crowd was awestruck. A lost supreme technique had resurfaced in Fallen Godchild’s hands.
He refined the void into a furnace, trapping Shi Hao inside to be incinerated!
It could burn through the heavens, refine gods and demons—this was the pinnacle of divine techniques!
Yet, Fallen Godchild failed. Shi Hao broke free swiftly, then punched forward, splitting heaven and earth.
Only Qing Yi, Cao Yusheng, and the others understood—Shi Hao had once used the heavens as a furnace, tempered by three thousand flames, rendering him immune.
Anyone else would have perished. Even other freaks would have been in grave danger, unable to resist.
Fallen Godchild was too formidable!
“Void Return Art!” Another shout, his body awash with countless runes, stunning the crowd once more. Another lost supreme technique.
This didn’t belong to Fallen God Ridge but was a renowned forbidden art from antiquity. How had he mastered it?
Void Return Art could turn flesh into nothingness, dissolving tangible matter entirely.
Shi Hao stood firm, his sole heavenly aperture manifesting. Thunder rumbled above as immortal qi descended with lightning, striking ninefold to annihilate Fallen Godchild.
Their battle reached its climax, the final stage.
The spectators were awed. Their techniques were boundless, especially Fallen Godchild’s display of four or five rare forbidden divine abilities, enough to shake the world.
Shi Hao’s prowess was known, but Fallen Godchild’s mysterious arsenal stunned everyone.
“Truly an ancient king, a protagonist of his era—terrifying!” Even the little rabbit, who loathed him, acknowledged his strength.
They had exchanged over two thousand moves. Shi Hao grew increasingly frenzied, eyes alight with fervor. “Is that all?” he shouted.
Fallen Godchild’s gaze darkened. This battle had surpassed his expectations—grueling beyond measure. Having cultivated immortal qi, he’d thought himself invincible, yet here he was, locked in a bloodbath.
“If you’ve got nothing left, let’s end this,” Shi Hao declared.
He spat blood, then channeled divine power, runes covering his body. Kunpeng wings flapped as he fused his innate abilities—Celestial, Reincarnation, and the nascent third technique—amplifying their might.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao lunged, wings spread, to conclude the battle.
The battlefield erupted. Nothing was visible but blossoming runes shrouding the sky. Their fierce combat horrified onlookers.
Finally, a streak of blood soared. Shi Hao retreated into the air, while below, Fallen Godchild lay in pieces, blood staining the ancient battlefield.
“What? It’s over? Fallen Godchild lost?!”
The crowd was stunned.
“Amazing! He won!” The little rabbit cheered. Qing Yi and the others exhaled in relief—the battle had been nerve-wracking.
Shi Hao descended, eyeing the corpse. “Why human-shaped? Shouldn’t be…”
Suddenly, blood light blazed. A phoenix’s cry shook the heavens as a radiant rune flashed, piercing through Shi Hao’s body.
“What?! That’s a True Phoenix of Immortality!”
The spectators froze.
Fallen Godchild’s blood ignited, transforming into a True Phoenix, clutching a divine blade that slashed through Shi Hao, nearly splitting his brow.
At the last moment, Shi Hao mustered runes, repelling the phoenix with a divine technique.
Shi Hao was nearly cleaved in half, blood gushing horrifically.
“Shi Hao, hold on!”
“Shi Hao… are you okay?!” The little rabbit, Cao Yusheng, and Qing Yi cried out.
“Whoosh!”
Shi Hao retreated, his halves merging, blood reversing flow. A wisp of immortal qi coiled around him, healing his wounds.
Opposite, Fallen Godchild’s shattered body reformed, blood light returning. He gripped a radiant dagger—crafted from immortal gold—sharp enough to slice the void.
Clearly, he had mastered the divine ability of the Ten Calamities’ True Phoenix—Undying Body!
“This is bad—he’s mastered Undying Body!” Cao Yusheng paled.
This was horrifying—an undying form.
Fallen Godchild’s face was grim. He had gambled his life to kill Shi Hao, yet failed. Disastrous.
In the last Immortal Ancient opening, this very technique had slain a Three-Crowned King. Now, a younger opponent had evaded it—a dire predicament.
“Good. I underestimated you—almost cost me dearly. But from now on, you’re finished. Even Undying Body won’t save you,” Shi Hao said.
“Die!”
Shi Hao raged, unleashing all techniques. Kunpeng wings spread, lightning coiled around him, left hand Celestial, right Reincarnation, his third technique blooming.
A supreme battle, a clash of titans!
They fought madly, blood flying.
As Shi Hao predicted, despite Fallen Godchild’s might, he was slain. Each time he revived via Undying Phoenix Art, Shi Hao struck again.
No one was truly immortal—only burning origin source to revive.
After multiple slayings, Shi Hao roared, piercing his brow, seizing his soul.
“Ah—!” Fallen Godchild howled, refusing surrender, fighting to mutual destruction.
“Pfft!”
Finally, Shi Hao’s fist obliterated his soul!
Soul fragments scattered as a radiant dagger sliced the void, attempting escape.
Shi Hao summoned the Great Luo Immortal Sword. With a clang, it severed the dagger, forcing all soul fragments back—none escaped.
“We both cultivated immortal qi, and I had an extra era’s accumulation… Why did I lose? How could I not defeat you?” Fallen Godchild lamented.
“Could it be… because I faced no horrors when breaking through? No trials?” he reflected.
“You faced no horrors breaking through?” Shi Hao was stunned, then furious—how unfair.
“What? You… endured the horrors? Forced your way through?” Fallen Godchild was shocked.
“I see.” Shi Hao understood. His journey on the black ancient ship must have triggered anomalies, the Borderland King sealing the abyss, leading to this.
“What do you see?” Fallen Godchild demanded.
“You owe your breakthrough to me!” Shi Hao declared.
“Why?!” Fallen Godchild was shaken.
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