Huang stood tall in the void, bathed in the true blood of the Imperial Clan, like a war god reborn. With a long roar, the winds and clouds trembled in all directions!
His body radiated brilliance, shimmering with dazzling light. Even his hair strands glowed with crystalline clarity, and his gaze crackled like lightning, making his heroic demeanor utterly awe-inspiring.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The three remaining Imperial Clan experts arrived, confronting him with cold expressions, their killing intent palpable, along with an uncontainable fury.
Because, regardless of the outcome of this battle, Huang was destined to shake both realms with his name—perhaps even etching it into the annals of history. A single man, challenging four Imperial Clans, and already slaying one? What a dazzling feat!
And they had become mere foils. Even if they defeated him now, their victory would be tarnished—three against one, hardly glorious!
“Kill!”
Qing Kun roared, the first to move. Though in humanoid form, his avian traits were unmistakable—a bird’s head, vast black wings that blotted out the sky as he lunged at Shi Hao.
The other two unleashed ancestral techniques, their killing intent surging like a tide.
But the most shocking thing at this moment wasn’t them—it was an ancient pagoda that abruptly materialized from the void, descending upon Shi Hao’s head with a crushing force.
Its aura, its power, was enough to make even a Dunyi-level cultivator pale. It carried faint traces of a Supreme Being’s might—a terrifying artifact, though not quite a Supreme Treasure, yet close enough!
The pagoda gleamed with a metallic sheen, reeking of blood—a weapon of slaughter.
Boom!
The attack was sudden, aiming to crush Shi Hao beneath its weight. Its rank surpassed the cultivation of those present, wielding unfathomable power.
“I was waiting for you!”
Shi Hao remained unshaken. With a metallic ring, a sword fetus shot from his body, scattering immortal radiance and a killing aura that stretched for thousands of miles!
Clang!
The sword fetus struck the pagoda, sending it flying high into the sky.
This was the Great Luo Sword Fetus—a peculiar weapon that passively defended, growing stronger against stronger foes. Back when Shi Hao obtained the Indestructible Scripture and faced Crane Wushuang, it had even resisted the Refining Immortal Pot.
Now, he summoned it to repel the pagoda.
“Suo Gu, you can die now. Your last sliver of hope has been squandered,” Shi Hao said coldly.
Clang!
The heavens trembled as if struck by a primordial thunderclap, deafening all and shaking their souls.
The sword fetus erupted with power, transforming into a streak of light that slashed fiercely at the ancient pagoda!
Everyone was stunned—hadn’t Suo Gu already been killed?
But soon, they understood. Though Suo Gu’s body had been torn apart and his soul shattered, a wisp of his true spirit had hidden within his weapon.
This pagoda was no ordinary artifact—it could suppress peers of its generation.
Not long ago, Suo Gu had even berated Da Xu Tuo and Qi Gu, summoning this pagoda to crush them all. At the critical moment, the Ten Crown King intervened, sweeping it away with the sapling of the World Tree.
Boom!
The pagoda trembled violently under the sword fetus’s strike, erupting with blinding radiance.
“Kill!”
Wu Kun, Yu Yu, and Qing Kun roared, seizing the chance to save Suo Gu. They attacked with everything they had, desperate to stop Shi Hao from delivering the final blow.
If Suo Gu’s true spirit could be preserved, the Imperial Clan’s methods could surely revive him—especially since his torn body still remained, allowing his consciousness to be nurtured further.
But it was too late. Though the three experts rushed to intervene, they couldn’t change fate.
Shi Hao let out a heaven-shaking roar. Golden flames erupted from his body, blazing fiercely and stunning all who witnessed it.
Boom!
Thunder rumbled, shaking the heavens.
Those weren’t golden flames—they were lightning! Shi Hao unleashed his Thunder Dao divine ability to its limit, manifesting a thunder pool that churned with destructive power.
Golden lightning condensed like flames, incinerating the world.
As the Great Luo Sword Fetus slashed down, it forcibly expelled Suo Gu’s true spirit from the pagoda.
After all, it was just a remnant wisp—not a complete soul, barely more than a wandering ghost. How could it withstand such an impact?
The sword fetus ejected it from the weapon!
“Ah—!”
Suo Gu’s true spirit screamed as it was engulfed by golden flames—the power of thunder, the greatest bane to spiritual entities.
Crack!
The faint beast-like shadow—Suo Gu’s true form—was instantly devoured by the golden fire, reduced to ashes.
Suo Gu was truly dead, unable to escape his fate.
Boom!
The pagoda trembled, sent flying by the sword fetus before crashing into the desert, sending up towering waves of sand.
“Now it’s your turn!” Shi Hao’s black hair shimmered with gold, his body covered in radiant runes, wreathed in flames and an overwhelming killing intent as he charged forward.
He didn’t need to seek them out—the three had already unleashed their deadliest techniques, fighting with everything they had.
This was a battle that shook heaven and earth.
Imperial Clans united—three elites against Huang.
They fought desperately, no longer holding back as they had at the start. With Suo Gu dead, hesitation was unforgivable.
Earlier, their pride had made them reluctant to gang up on Shi Hao. Now, all restraint was discarded—they fought with bloodshot eyes, like dragons and tigers in combat.
This was the greatest clash among the younger generation.
Imperial Clans had emerged to duel Huang.
In the past, any battle involving an Imperial Clan member would be recorded as a classic, studied by peers.
Now, three Imperial Clan experts fought a single man—an even rarer spectacle, worthy of being etched into history.
“Kill!”
Qing Kun howled, his massive demonic avian form swallowing stars and moons. With a single breath, meteors from beyond the heavens were devoured, refined into essence to replenish himself.
Pfft!
Laws of the Great Dao bloomed as he became like a black sun, his feathers gleaming with dark runes. At this moment, he unleashed his full power.
Whoosh!
Black runes spread with his breath, filling the space around Shi Hao, melting everything in its path.
“Devouring Imperial Clan—Refining All Creation!”
Someone sighed in awe. This was an ability that defied the heavens—a single strike could incinerate an opponent from afar.
Boom!
Shi Hao erected a barrier of light, as if immune to all laws. Behind him, a golden sapling shimmered, its countless branches swaying to repel the dark radiance.
Yu Yu attacked from behind, his palm massive like that of a world-creating titan. With a single strike, the heavens cracked and stars trembled.
This was his dharma form—though his true body was similar in size to Shi Hao’s, his projection was terrifying beyond measure.
Boom!
Shi Hao flicked his fingers, sending out chains of order from the golden sapling, piercing the void to pin that massive palm and threaten to shatter it.
“Your life is forfeit!”
Wu Kun bellowed. Towering at ten feet, his muscles bulged like coiled serpents, his bronze skin gleaming with power.
His wild purple hair whipped about, his pupils narrowing into crosses—a fearsome sight as his supreme aura surged forth.
At this moment, he was both ferocious and domineering, fighting Shi Hao head-on with sweeping palm strikes that tore through the heavens.
Shi Hao countered, clashing fiercely with him.
Boom!
Without a doubt, Wu Kun was the most formidable now. Beyond his terrifying ancestral techniques and vast mana, his physical body was monstrously strong.
Clang!
Wu Kun summoned his weapons—a violet-gold bell hovered above his head, its tolling sending ripples to shatter Shi Hao.
In his hands, he wielded a gleaming longsword, each swing unleashing a sea of blade energy that flooded the sky.
With his mighty physique, he wielded both treasures—one for offense, one for defense—fully unleashing the Imperial Clan’s heritage as he pressed Shi Hao.
High above, Qing Kun circled, his black wings beating as he rained down dark beams, disrupting Shi Hao’s movements.
Yu Yu also struck ruthlessly, inscribing symbols in the void to seal the space and trap Shi Hao in a dead end.
Shi Hao’s eyes blazed with divine light. With a flap of his Kun Peng wings, countless divine abilities erupted from his body, their runes dense as ocean waves.
The world around him became a spectacle of unparalleled brilliance!
Clang!
Amidst the chaos, he forged a great bow from lightning. In the midst of battle, he manifested three heads and six arms—engaging Wu Kun, fending off Yu Yu, and most crucially, aiming to shoot down Qing Kun.
“Roar!”
Wu Kun roared like a demon god, transforming into a thousand-armed fiend. His palms struck like falling mountains, shattering the void to crush Shi Hao.
Shi Hao let out a sharp cry. The golden sapling behind him drooped thousands of crystalline branches, which suddenly stiffened—transforming into spears that shot forward.
Using the Willow God’s techniques, he restrained both Wu Kun and Yu Yu, focusing his full power to slay Qing Kun, the Devouring Imperial Clan expert.
Whoosh!
The thunder-forged bow gleamed with terrifying power, its aura oppressive.
With a wave of his hand, countless bolts of lightning gathered at his fingertips, forming a divine arrow nocked on the bowstring. He drew it back and released—
Hum!
The heavens were split asunder!
The sight was unimaginable, shaking all who witnessed it.
Everyone was stunned—lightning could be wielded like this?
Condensed into a weapon, it rivaled—no, surpassed—real artifacts. To shoot down a demonic avian from the sky was nothing short of astonishing.
“No—this is a heavenly tribulation! He’s actually summoned a true divine punishment!”
Someone in the distance gasped.
This was the root of Shi Hao’s thunder-forged weapon. At this moment, he had pushed his combat power to the limit, invoking a heavenly tribulation.
Thus, he channeled the Thunder Emperor’s techniques, manifesting divine retribution to strike down the demonic avian in the sky.
“I am of the Imperial Clan—what can heavenly tribulation do to me?!” Qing Kun roared, beating his wings to tear through the firmament and resist the lightning.
The Imperial Clans were all supremely powerful—naturally, they could endure tribulations.
“Kill!”
Shi Hao bellowed. The arrow’s might eclipsed the sun and moon.
Boom!
He shattered the sky with a single shot, the arrow piercing straight through Qing Kun’s body, sending blood soaring high.
Everyone was dumbfounded—a single arrow, and Qing Kun was on the verge of death?
“Enforcing Heaven’s Judgment?!” someone marveled from afar.
“He’s fused multiple techniques—not just thunder, but other secret arts, embodying his strongest strike!” a Supreme Being explained, revealing the truth.
For once, no one interfered, silently watching the clash unfold.
Pfft!
Qing Kun howled in fury as blood sprayed—his body had been pierced!
Whoosh!
The sky filled with arrows as Shi Hao rapidly fired twelve shots in succession, three of which struck true.
Qing Kun raged—this was humiliation! As an Imperial Clan, famed for devouring all, to be shot at like a common bird was intolerable.
But the arrows were too terrifying, infused with countless laws of the Great Dao, sealing the heavens and making evasion impossible.
Pfft!
Another arrow struck, piercing his chest and drawing heart’s blood—a devastating blow.
“I’ll shoot you down first, then claim the other two heads!” Shi Hao declared.
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