The Art of Quelling Chaos!
This technique was renowned for its unparalleled might, hailed as a supreme mystical art. It was a scripture Shi Hao had yearned for over the years, a treasure he had always sought.
With this technique, he could temper his primordial spirit, achieving indestructibility. Combined with the *Immortal Scripture*, it would refine both his form and spirit to their utmost pinnacle!
*Clang!*
Shi Hao surged forward to meet the attack. Around his body, crimson divine chains manifested like feathers, resonating with metallic clangs as they sought to bind the black sword embryo.
In truth, these were transformed phoenix feathers—Shi Hao was unleashing the *True Phoenix Treasure Technique*, a supreme divine ability!
The crimson feathers erupted from his body, morphing into chains of order, intent on sealing and refining the sword embryo.
“Retreat, now!”
In the distance, the Eighth Dragon of the Wang Clan tore through the void with Wang Shi and others, attempting to flee.
Yet, a divine chain swept forth, scarlet as blood, its radiance flooding the heavens, instantly severing their path. With a *pfft*, the Eighth Dragon coughed up blood.
He had collided with the crimson chain, suffering under the oppressive might of a Supreme Being.
Among the Nine Dragons of the Wang Clan, the last was rumored to have reached the Supreme Realm, while the Eighth was infinitely close—a quasi-Supreme. Yet now, he had been struck down in a single blow!
Though Shi Hao was engaged with the figure in the painting, his attention had never left the Wang Clan members. He had no intention of letting them escape.
“Move an inch, and you die!” Shi Hao’s voice carried a chilling warning.
At the same time, his crimson feathers clashed violently with Wang Changsheng’s attacks. Sword qi soared into the heavens, while the feathers blazed with flames that scorched the sky.
Though this was not Wang Changsheng’s true form, Shi Hao dared not be careless. This was an ancient powerhouse, a legend from the primordial era, his might unmatched.
At the very least, Wang Changsheng had cultivated for eons, standing just a step away from immortality.
Had the heavens not forbidden it, he would have already ascended to a higher realm.
Shi Hao, though prodigious, had only cultivated for mere decades, barely stepping into this domain. He was still a novice!
In this era, how many had reached this level? And how many still lived? Those who did were all peerless geniuses—none could be underestimated!
Shi Hao fought with utmost seriousness, pouring his full strength into the battle despite facing only a projection.
In a sense, Wang Changsheng might very well be the king among Supreme Beings!
Since the disappearance of Meng Tianzheng, Wang Changsheng could arguably be called the world’s foremost Supreme!
*Clang!*
Suddenly, the feathers around Shi Hao vanished, their radiance receding.
Yet, an even sharper killing intent erupted—sword qi. He was now wielding the *Grass-Sword Scripture* against the *Art of Quelling Chaos*!
Two of the three greatest sword techniques of all time were now clashing!
*Clang!*
Billions of sword qi surged, their killing intent flooding the heavens!
This was a battle beyond imagination. All onlookers retreated, fleeing Mount Xumi’s ruins lest they be reduced to dust under the clash.
This was a Supreme Battle, incomparable in its grandeur!
Both Shi Hao and Wang Changsheng deliberately controlled their power, ascending into the sky to avoid harming bystanders—friends and descendants alike.
In the void, sword qi arced like rainbows, thousands upon thousands of streaks intertwining between them, forming an eternal, unyielding light!
This was a battle of Supreme Beings!
*Roar!*
As the battle reached its peak, Shi Hao roared, unleashing every treasure technique at his disposal to crush Wang Changsheng. His divine power boiled, growing ever more terrifying.
Many trembled in fear, their courage shattered.
The Wang Clan members, in particular, paled in horror.
For this was not the true Wang Changsheng—only an imprint. And now, it was faltering.
With a violent tremor in the void, Wang Changsheng was sent flying by Shi Hao, vanishing into the painting before swiftly reappearing to envelop the Eighth Dragon and Wang Shi.
The painting tore through the void, attempting to flee with the Wang Clan members.
“Where do you think you’re going?!” Shi Hao’s voice thundered like a dragon’s roar, shaking heaven and earth. At his level, even a whisper carried the weight of the Great Dao.
Moreover, he formed hand seals, unleashing the *Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art*, combining several supreme techniques to forcibly drag the painting back from the void.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao’s fingers gleamed as he formed a sword seal, slashing at the painting to destroy it.
With a dull *thud*, the painting dimmed, spitting out several figures—the Eighth Dragon and his kin.
Shi Hao paused. The painting’s defenses were weaker than expected, its inhabitant now faint and blurred.
The Eighth Dragon’s expression shifted. He sighed softly. “Had my father been in the Nine Heavens, he would have sensed this and arrived instantly. Alas, he must have urgent matters beyond the Nine Heavens, preventing his manifestation.”
He realized his miscalculation.
Shi Hao understood immediately.
This painting could summon Wang Changsheng—its power grew with proximity.
“I erred. I did not foresee my father leaving the Nine Heavens. It must be the immortals of the Celestial Domain summoning him—nothing else would draw him away so swiftly,” the Eighth Dragon lamented.
“You don’t seem panicked. You still have a trump card, don’t you?” Shi Hao said coldly.
Without mercy, he flicked a finger, sending a streak of sword qi slicing through the Eighth Dragon’s waist. Blood sprayed.
The strike stunned all witnesses!
Wang Xi, Wang Shi, and Wang Lan—all trembled. The mighty Eighth Dragon had been bisected in an instant.
Suddenly, Shi Hao retreated at blinding speed.
From the void, a massive black claw emerged silently, swathed in dark mist, aiming to seize him.
Though soundless, its power was immense—enough to threaten Shi Hao.
A Supreme Being!
“A creature of darkness?!” Shi Hao’s gaze turned icy as he stared ahead, where thick black fog concealed a monstrous beast advancing toward him.
His eyes flashed like lightning as he turned back to the Eighth Dragon. “Consorting with the dark?”
“I know not what you speak of. The Wang Clan has never dealt with the dark. Do not slander us,” the Eighth Dragon replied calmly, reassembling his bisected body.
Shi Hao had deliberately withheld lethal force, intending to extract the formations within him.
The crowd near Mount Xumi paled in realization—this gathering had drawn a dark Supreme Being. Had Shi Hao not arrived, they might all have perished.
“Shi Hao, a true dark creature has appeared. It is your duty to act righteously and cease slaughtering Nine Heavens cultivators,” the Eighth Dragon declared.
“Shameless! You summoned this abomination!” Cao Yusheng roared.
Others tensed.
“What proof have you? It was likely Shi Hao’s own aura that drew it. Supreme blood is irresistible to the dark. If he fails, we all perish,” the Eighth Dragon retorted smoothly, shifting blame.
“You all deserve death,” Shi Hao said coldly. He now saw the truth—the Wang Clan, while preparing to enter the Celestial Domain, had deep ties to the dark.
This dark Supreme had been summoned by the Eighth Dragon!
*Roar!*
The dark beast charged, massive and shrouded in corruption, its claws shattering the void as it descended upon Shi Hao.
This was a *Hou*, a creature of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, corrupted by darkness, reborn through dark evolution.
A top-tier entity of the past thirty years.
Most would weaken before dark creatures, fearing corruption. But Shi Hao had once absorbed pure dark blood, refined by the Forbidden Master. He had even considered infusing himself with it!
*Swoosh!*
Another sword strike severed the Eighth Dragon’s head. “No matter your schemes, you die today for colluding with the dark,” Shi Hao declared coldly, battling the beast while executing the traitor.
*Thud! Thud! Thud!*
The Eighth Dragon’s body exploded into chunks, his fate sealed.
“Wang Shi, use the forbidden method—flee!” the Eighth Dragon weakly transmitted.
*Swoosh!*
Yet another sword flash beheaded Wang Shi.
“Attempt anything, and you die,” Shi Hao stated icily.
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