Ao Qian is injured, is it true? How terrifying this is!
Those present could hardly believe it. If Ao Qian was defeated, wouldn’t that mean Huang, from the lower realm, possesses strength in the Human Dao domain that could rival the greatest heroes?
Such a thing was hard to accept for a moment. Ao Qian had the ambition to swallow the heavens, unrivaled in the Human Dao domain. He came from an Immortal King’s lineage, with that kind of heritage.
Yet, Huang hailed from a broken world where the Great Dao’s rules were incomplete, already stepping into the era of Dharma’s end. To still be invincible under such circumstances was truly unimaginable.
Bang!
Ao Qian exchanged a palm strike with Pan Yi, then drifted back, saying, “If you wish to duel me, I have no objections. Find a suitable location, and we’ll fight to the death!”
“Pretentious!” Pan Yi muttered under his breath, aiming the word solely at Ao Qian.
Then, he ceased his attacks, no longer pressing forward, leaving Ao Qian to stand there coldly.
Many let out a sigh of relief, genuinely fearing Ao Qian might be injured and cough up blood.
Of course, some were disappointed. These people truly wanted to see the truth—whether Ao Qian was injured. If he were forced to spit out congealed blood, it would be quite the spectacle.
Ao Qian said no more and turned to leave.
“Huang, you misjudged. I just exchanged a palm strike with him and still couldn’t force him to spit out congealed blood,” Pan Yi transmitted secretly, somewhat displeased.
He had hoped to make the other cough up blood with a single strike, but the effect didn’t manifest.
“He’s holding on. If you exchange a few more palm strikes with him and go all out, I guarantee he won’t be able to hide the truth.”
Boom!
Suddenly, Pan Yi moved, charging forward like a humanoid tyrannosaur, lightning-fast.
“You dare?!” Ao Qian was both shocked and furious. He knew full well how terrifying Pan Yi was, never expecting the other to be so domineering as to press the attack relentlessly.
Thud!
The heavens shattered and the earth quaked as Pan Yi unleashed a devastating divine ability.
Splat!
Blood trickled from Ao Qian’s lips as he glared furiously. “You dare ambush me?!”
Everyone’s hearts pounded. Ao Qian truly had blood in his mouth—was he injured by Pan Yi?
“Hahaha…” Pan Yi laughed heartily, overjoyed. “I’m certain now. Huang wasn’t wrong. You’re injured, holding back a mouthful of congealed blood.”
The crowd was stunned upon hearing this!
Some nearly cried out in shock. This news was simply too astonishing. Just moments ago, in three life-and-death exchanges, the young lord of the Ao Clan was injured?
“You ambushed me and still dare humiliate me like this,” Ao Qian said coldly.
As he spoke, his body trembled, and the faint golden armor on his back disintegrated, revealing a clear palm print.
Pan Yi shook his head. “At our level, who can ambush whom? Forget it. You’re just looking for an excuse to back down. I won’t say more.”
He turned and left without another word.
Yet, precisely because of this, Ao Qian’s expression turned ashen. He abruptly turned his head and glared at Shi Hao. “Later, I’ll truly fight you. The weak and the strong will be revealed!”
With that, he left, and the area fell into silence.
For a moment, it was utterly quiet. Everyone was shocked, digesting the information they’d just received.
These were no ordinary people—they were experts. Half of them now believed Ao Qian had lost to Huang. At the very least, in those three exchanges, he had been slightly inferior.
This was earth-shattering news. That was the young lord of the Ao Clan, invincible, sweeping through all opponents without a single defeat. Today, he was injured by Huang?
Da Xu Tuo and Princess Yao Yue witnessed this clearly and couldn’t help but gasp. This was Huang. In the lower realm, he turned clouds and rain. Now, in the Immortal Domain, he still stood above all clans, even defeating the young lord of the Ao Clan. Truly remarkable!
As for the others, needless to say, they hailed from the great clans of the Immortal Domain and never believed a cultivator from a broken world could challenge them.
Now, Huang alone was enough, with his astonishing achievements laid bare before them!
Of course, some refused to believe Ao Qian had lost, attributing it to Pan Yi’s tricks. These people bore hostility toward Shi Hao, awaiting the true decisive battle soon.
The Peach Garden was vast and beautiful, with crystalline green leaves and pink peach blossoms scattering like rain, while crimson fruits exuded a fragrant aroma.
Guests were divided into different areas—some for True Immortals, others for Human Dao cultivators—and the fruits served varied accordingly.
At the highest point, near the Immortal King’s cave abode of the Pan Clan, several Immortal Kings had arrived. They were silent, barely speaking, their figures shrouded in chaotic mist.
On the jade table before them lay the true Immortal Peaches of immortality.
The Tree of Longevity, the Immortal Peach of Deathlessness—only a single mother tree existed, its fruits brimming with dense Immortal Dao essence, especially nurtured by Pan King himself in a land of creation, containing fragments of the Great Dao!
A single fruit, if consumed by an ordinary person, could elevate them to immortality!
“The successor of the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit?” At this moment, one Immortal King spoke, his voice devoid of emotion, as if he had lived for countless eons, his form ancient and obscured by chaos.
He resembled a stone statue, motionless despite his words, utterly devoid of fluctuation.
The others were much the same, as if standing firm since time immemorial, receiving the worship of mortals across endless epochs.
“The two of you sought it back then. The Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit was in nirvana, said to have been struck down by your thunder, leaving behind karma,” Pan King spoke.
His words were sharp, like the clashing of swords, carrying a formidable, soul-shaking power.
“In the past, we merely wished to bring it into the Immortal Domain. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding. It broke through the thunder and left, likely ending up in the Forsaken Land.”
“The Forsaken Land—that prison, right? Huang hails from there. It seems the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit nurtured him. No wonder,” someone nodded.
Had Shi Hao been present, he would have been shocked. These individuals were discussing the secrets of the Willow Deity—the very reason it had ended up in Stone Village back then.
The endless thunder, the supreme laws that destroyed the Willow Deity’s body, leaving only a withered root—it was all the doing of an Immortal King.
Because of this, the Willow Deity started anew.
To revive from the brink of death was no easy feat. The Willow Deity paid a heavy price, forgetting much of its past.
“Bring Huang here. I wish to investigate the whereabouts of the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit,” an Immortal King said.
“An old acquaintance has made a request. I’ve promised to ensure his safety,” Pan King replied expressionlessly.
Silence fell as the Immortal Kings pondered.
They were supreme beings, rulers of the Immortal Domain, capable of discerning causal changes in an instant.
“A remnant soul remains, calling in a favor?” Ao Sheng Immortal King asked.
“Some things are best left unsaid,” Pan King shook his head.
“Ao Sheng, since you once wielded thunder to strike the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit, why not have your descendant test Huang today and draw out the one behind him?” another Immortal King said coldly.
“Do not act recklessly!” Pan King said sternly.
“Merely a spar among juniors,” the other replied.
For a time, silence reigned. No one spoke further. Chaos churned, and the figures on the meditation cushions blurred, eternal and unchanging.
Soon after, the Peach Garden trembled as a True Immortal stepped forth to inquire about the earlier commotion.
Upon learning what had transpired, contrary to all expectations, the True Immortal ordered the construction of a high platform—a Arena of stacked divine stones, with pillars as railings.
“Since the finest talents are gathered here, we grant you an opportunity. In the Human Dao domain, dragons and tigers shall clash. The victor shall be rewarded with an Immortal Peach of Deathlessness—consuming it will elevate one to immortality instantly!”
This was proclaimed by an ancient True Immortal, an elder of the Pan Clan, second only to Pan King in status.
Everyone was stunned. An Immortal Peach of Deathlessness as a reward?
How could this not shock them? This peach was unlike other immortality herbs. Rumors said Pan King himself might have transformed from the Immortal Peach Tree, becoming an indestructible Immortal King.
The true Immortal Peach fruit contained supreme fragments of the Great Dao—its value was unimaginable!
Some even speculated the peach was a product of Pan King’s true form.
Human Dao cultivators, originally placed at the Peach Garden’s periphery, were now brought deep into the grove, sharing space with True Immortals.
The Arena was vast, like a plain, emanating immortal energy. Crafted by True Immortals, it was indestructible.
Many could no longer remain seated. A clamor arose as Human Dao cultivators surged forward.
Numerous individuals itched to try but held back—with Pan Yi, Ao Qian, and several other prodigies present, who could possibly contend?
Ao Qian appeared, the first to step onto the Arena!
His hair was thick, his bearing heroic, clad in chainmail that shimmered brilliantly. Like a king surveying his subjects, he exuded an awe-inspiring aura.
Wisps of chaotic energy seeped from his body. He cultivated an Immortal King’s scripture, his Dao attainments in the Supreme realm already at their peak.
Ao Qian’s ascent to the Arena instantly dashed the hopes of others. How could they compete?
“Huang, dare you face me?!” Ao Qian roared.
The Ao Clan members grew excited, especially those who had visited the Boundary Tomb. They clenched their fists, eager for Ao Qian to personally suppress Huang.
“With my elder brother stepping forth, who can oppose him?” Ao Kun murmured. Unaware that earlier, his brother had already clashed with Huang and come up short.
Some of their clansmen had only just arrived.
“Afraid of you? Not a chance!” Shi Hao leaped up like a true dragon soaring through the sky, landing on the Arena.
In the distance, Shi Yi, Little Heavenly King, Lan Xian, and others arrived just in time to witness this, all deeply shocked.
“This guy… I thought he’d fade into obscurity and die of old age in the lower realm. It seems no matter when, he refuses to be ordinary!” Little Heavenly King muttered.
“Just arrived in the Immortal Domain and already causing such a stir. Truly worthy of being the Huang who slaughtered Imperial Clans at the border!” Lan Xian sighed.
“Huang, today I’ll show you what true Immortal King heritage is. I’ll suppress you before all!” Ao Qian said coldly.
“Then let me show you the heritage I’ve created—my own laws and Dao!” Shi Hao’s voice wasn’t loud, but it left many speechless.
Ao Qian paused, then sneered. “Arrogance!”
A lower realm cultivator’s self-created techniques? Daring to compare to an Immortal King’s heritage? Mere delusions. He refused to acknowledge it.
“You’ve repeatedly ventured into the Void God Realm, eyeing the Dark Prison. Each time, I stopped you. Today, we settle this,” Shi Hao stared at him.
“You interfered with my plans. Today, I won’t spare you!” Ao Qian said icily. He had sent men multiple times, only for them to return defeated or vanish without a trace.
Shi Hao’s expression turned cold. He held no goodwill for this man and resolved to strike with thunderous force.
“Long ago, my ancestor joined an Immortal King in journeying to the broken world to capture the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit. I suppose you’re his disciple. Today, we’ll have our own clash!” Ao Qian transmitted secretly.
“What did you say?!” Shi Hao’s eyes sharpened instantly.
Ao Qian had only just learned this from his clan’s True Immortal, who ordered him to win at all costs.
Shi Hao’s gaze turned piercing. The origins of the Willow Deity, the reason for its calamity—these had always been mysteries. Now, part of the truth was revealed.
“Huang, today I’ll suppress you!” Ao Qian attacked, his palms erupting with radiant light, sacred brilliance filling the sky, accompanied by the chanting of scriptures.
He unleashed killing intent, executing the Ao Clan’s Immortal King scripture.
Ao Sheng Immortal King—the character “Sheng” signified radiance and prosperity. His scripture embodied this, dazzling and illuminating mountains and rivers.
“Wings of Light, Eternal Upon Me!”
Ao Sheng shouted. Immortal mist gushed from his every pore, transforming into sword-like feathers—Wings of Light—before he lunged at Shi Hao.
It was terrifying. His entire body was covered in these wings, indestructible, even his hair emitting sword radiance. Every inch of him was a lethal blade attacking Shi Hao.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao unleashed his own techniques. With his body as the seed, his Sea of Revolving Depths (Rotating Sea) shone, forming a yin-yang diagram at his abdomen that expanded, enveloping his entire form.
At this moment, he was impervious to all laws, shielded by divine halos!
“Kill!”
With a soft cry, he stretched his limbs, connecting heaven and earth’s four extremes, shaking the cosmos—peerless in the Human Dao domain!
Boom!
The two collided violently, locked in fierce combat.
This time, Ao Qian learned from his earlier mistake. He didn’t recklessly clash head-on with Shi Hao, having suffered before.
Ao Sheng Immortal King’s heritage emphasized infinite transformations and invincible divine abilities. Naturally, he played to his strengths.
But was Shi Hao so easily bullied? Faced with the Wings of Light, he countered with the Grass-Sword Art, countless sword energies piercing forth, shattering the wings!
“Light Eternal, Illuminating the Cosmos!” Ao Qian bellowed.
In an instant, the world was reduced to a single beam of light—Ao Sheng Immortal King’s supreme divine ability, annihilating darkness, splitting chaos, unstoppable.
“Emperor’s Invincibility!”
This time, Shi Hao didn’t use treasures. Instead, he activated his five great Hidden Treasure (Secret Realms)—from the Rotating Sea to the Dao Palace, then the Four Extremities, ascending to the Transforming Dragon, and finally the Immortal Platform.
His entire body blazed as the five Hidden Treasure shone, manifesting countless celestial phenomena around him.
For instance, a true dragon coiled, a phoenix cried, golden lotuses carpeted the ground, and an Immortal King sat atop the nine heavens, engulfing him.
These weren’t mere illusions—they were tangible, capable of unleashing world-shaking power!
The battle was intense, but all could see Huang’s terror. When these phenomena appeared, the world trembled, and the chanting of scriptures shook the era.
Boom!
By the 1,200th exchange, Ao Qian was coughing blood under the assault of Shi Hao’s phenomena. Then, Shi Hao formed a fist Print (Seal) and struck Ao Qian’s chest.
Splat!
A bloody hole appeared, piercing clean through.
Shi Hao’s fist had torn through, bathing in the blood of an Immortal King’s descendant. He lifted Ao Qian with one arm, standing at the Arena’s center like an emperor descended to earth!
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