So easy?
Distant spectators were left dumbstruck. Even an Ancient Holy Son was about to fall? Three supreme kings slain in a single day—this was utterly earth-shattering!
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao was startled. His sword gleamed like a rainbow, its radiant light eclipsing the sun and moon, dazzling beyond measure! At this moment, it pierced forward with unstoppable force, stabbing into the forehead, splattering blood—yet it did not emerge from the back of the skull.
What was happening? Everyone else was equally stunned.
People stared intently, scrutinizing the scene, and were all shocked.
On the Ancient Holy Son’s forehead, though bloodied, a divine portal had opened, exuding wisps of chaotic energy and radiant brilliance, resembling an ancient cave abode that swallowed the sword whole.
This was beyond belief. What kind of divine ability was this? A portal manifesting on the forehead, capable of devouring even such a razor-sharp sword—unfathomable!
At this moment, everyone’s opinion of the Ancient Holy Son shifted dramatically. This man was extraordinary!
Finally, they realized that every ancient freak possessed something exceptional—otherwise, how could they dominate an era and reign supreme for ages?
“Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Gods and Demons Merge—Annihilation!” the Ancient Holy Son roared, his eyes bloodshot with battle fury.
Gigantic figures descended from all corners of the heavens, merging with his flesh—these were heroic spirits, remnants of fallen warriors from ages past.
“Boom!”
The impact shattered the heavens and split the earth, sending sand and stones flying as gods wailed and demons howled—an eerie and terrifying sight.
A chilling wind swept across the mountain range, lifting boulders weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds like fallen leaves, scattering them across the sky, smashing the void with thunderous booms, dispersing all clouds above.
“Bang!”
Shi Hao clashed palms with him, his body wracked with pain. His wounds were numerous, his flesh already torn asunder—this direct confrontation was far from ideal for him.
The Ancient Holy Son’s body glowed, chaotic energy seeping from his pores—a sign of his flesh being tempered by mystical elixirs, rendering it indestructible.
His greatest fear had been the Great Luo Immortal Sword, now temporarily sealed and suppressed, giving him some relief.
Thunder roared across the sky, lightning crisscrossing as the two clashed in brutal melee combat. With the heroic spirits joining the fray, ghostly wails and howling winds uprooted entire peaks, hurling them into the sky before they exploded into dust.
The scene was horrifying beyond words!
“Bang!”
Another strike, and Shi Hao’s body was drenched in blood, gushing from his reopened wounds.
Would the Ancient Holy Son turn the tables and slay Shi Hao? Creatures who had been about to flee now halted, watching from afar, awaiting the outcome.
The Ancient Holy Son burned his divine power, pushing himself to extreme speed, forcing Shi Hao into close combat. He saw the cracks riddling his opponent’s body—this was his best chance.
Drenched in blood, Shi Hao admitted his current state was dire, unfit for prolonged battle. Yet, these enemies had come to kill him together. If he didn’t eliminate them now, they would escape, and the next opportunity might never come.
This time, he had cultivated his second strand of immortal energy—a feat that would surely shake the Ancient Immortal Ruins. Once word spread, his enemies would scatter and hide.
“Reincarnation!”
Shi Hao whispered, unleashing this treasure technique without divine power fluctuations or vast runes—just a simple, unadorned punch.
At first, it lacked overwhelming force, even the fragments of time vanished. There was only a plain, forward-driving fist.
“Hmm?!” The Ancient Holy Son’s heart chilled, and he swiftly dodged.
“Hum!”
Suddenly, Shi Hao’s fist erupted with light—not divine power, but chains of order, clattering as they surged from his knuckles.
“Clang!”
Dozens of order chains, infused with the power of time, struck the Ancient Holy Son’s body. Though they failed to pierce his chaotic-energy-infused flesh, they coiled around him like serpents.
“Break free!”
The Ancient Holy Son bellowed, sensing impending doom.
Yet, the chains did not snap. They glowed with an eerie light, tightening relentlessly, as if burrowing into his flesh.
“Not good!” he cried. Though the chains couldn’t breach his skin, an inexplicable law invaded his body, wreaking havoc within.
His exterior was unbreakable, surpassing even the fabled Indestructible Golden Body.
But his internal organs lacked the same fortification, unable to resist the invasive laws and order seeping through his defenses.
“Why can’t I block this?!” The Ancient Holy Son was stunned. The chains seemed to lock into his very being, unstoppable.
Immortal energy!
He soon realized—the two strands of immortal energy had merged with the chains, carrying profound laws that bypassed his defenses.
“No!”
He chanted scriptures of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, desperately expelling the invasive force with his own strand of immortal energy.
“Hum!”
His body trembled, rapidly aging—the power of reincarnation had taken hold.
“Useless. Earlier, you summoned my soul from the dark void. To me, your body is like a beacon. Now, your immortal energy resonates with mine—you cannot resist,” Shi Hao declared.
In an instant, the Ancient Holy Son aged millennia, his vitality plummeting under the reincarnation chains.
Worst of all, the portal on his forehead wavered, destabilizing.
“Pfft!”
The Great Luo Immortal Sword burst forth, spinning back for a decisive slash.
Blood sprayed in a crimson arc as his head split open, his very soul cleaved apart.
The void fell silent, all chanting extinguished.
The Ancient Holy Son’s fragmented soul tried to escape, but Shi Hao gave no quarter. With a wave, chains of order sealed the void, extinguishing every last spark of his existence.
Only a wisp of immortal energy remained. Shi Hao beckoned, drawing it into himself.
His second strand of immortal energy flared, refining and absorbing the essence of the vanquished foe.
“What of the Heavenly Nation assassin’s immortal energy?” Shi Hao frowned. Had it been refined in the World Furnace?
Thus, the Ancient Holy Son, Jun Dao, and the ancient kings of the Heavenly Nation were all annihilated—every last enemy slain.
Standing amidst the aftermath, Shi Hao suddenly sensed something and turned his gaze to the distant sky.
On a faraway peak, a slender figure emerged, shrouded in faint mist, ethereal and transcendent—like an exiled immortal.
A young man, flawless as jade, exuded the aura of an enlightened being, untouched by mortal dust, peerless and serene.
Clad in azure robes, he held a jade flute, his sleeves fluttering, his entire being glowing faintly, even his hair crystalline. He stood there, tranquil and otherworldly.
A man, yet so divinely transcendent—impossible to forget at a glance.
Shi Hao’s pupils contracted. He recognized this man—the memory was too vivid. This was the enigmatic figure who had secluded himself in the Sinister Nest, slaughtering countless geniuses, including ancient freaks.
According to clues discovered by the Dragon Maiden, this man had entered the Ancient Immortal Ruins at least six or seven times, each time retreating to the Sinister Nest.
By all accounts, this transcendent figure was among the strongest in the Ancient Immortal Ruins, one of the first to cultivate immortal energy.
Back then, if not for fear of the Dragon Maiden’s ancestral horn and Chang Gongyan’s mysterious ancient bow, none might have escaped the Sinister Nest alive.
And now, he had appeared!
This man had long since cultivated his first strand of immortal energy, yet remained silent, luring countless geniuses into his trap, slaughtering over two hundred thousand beings—all for his cultivation.
Many suspected he sought a second strand of immortal energy.
His path was unique—using the blood of heroes as a guide, the runes of myriad races as light, tempering himself to transcendence.
“This man…”
Shi Hao’s heart chilled as he stared into the distance. Even from afar, he couldn’t gauge the man’s true strength—unfathomable.
Would this transcendent figure strike now?
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Shi Hao stiffened. In another direction, atop a grand mountain, another figure had appeared—when, no one knew.
This one was indistinct, shrouded in chaotic mist, as if transcending this world, standing in eternal solitude.
Who was this? Not just Shi Hao, but even the natives felt a chill—this presence was mysterious and undoubtedly supreme.
At that moment, the azure-robed man from the Sinister Nest raised his jade flute to his lips, playing a haunting melody—a celestial tune that seemed to purify the entire minor world.
Silver runes danced from the flute, floating toward distant peaks like living things, entrancing all who heard.
The music flowed like water, forming rippling silver waves that surged toward the figure cloaked in chaos, weaving an enchanting harmony. The world itself began to shimmer with radiant hues.
Flowers bloomed, plants sprouted new buds, birds danced—a surreal spectacle.
“Hum!”
The void trembled. Beside the chaotic figure, a faint sapling appeared, swaying gently, blocking all incoming notes.
The Ten Crown King!
At this moment, not just Shi Hao, but everyone else was stunned—this could only be him!
Rumors claimed he had obtained a sapling of the immortal path, rooted within his body.
“Heavens! Even these two have come! Has Shi Hao’s second strand of immortal energy drawn them here?!”
The crowd was awestruck. In terms of strength, these two were undoubtedly among the very strongest—top-tier powerhouses.
The flute’s melody ceased, the two figures withdrawing after a brief confrontation.
All were left bewildered. Who was this flute-wielding man? Even the Ten Crown King seemed wary of him.
“Hum!”
In the distance, holy light blazed as a figure strode upon an ancient scroll, as if treading across rivers and mountains. The painting depicted vast landscapes and starry rivers—a majestic sight.
Clad in spotless white, his silver hair cascaded to his waist—his beauty surpassing even that of women, a peerless and saintly figure.
The Six Crown King—Ning Chuan!
Shi Hao’s eyelids twitched. This was his nemesis—a being of unimaginable terror.
Ning Chuan’s might was beyond comprehension.
Born with divine marks—a dragon pattern on his brow and a celestial chart on his back—his birth had illuminated the night sky, shaking an entire era.
Though one of his avatars had been slain, it did not tarnish his reputation. If anything, as Shi Hao’s fame grew, that incident was no longer seen as a disgrace.
After all, it had taken the combined efforts of the three Shi brothers to defeat just one avatar.
“Hmm? There’s more?” The crowd was stunned. Beyond these three supreme beings, others had emerged in the distance.
“Ancient freaks… Why have they all gathered here?” Those who recognized them were baffled.
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