“Hey, you think you can compare to An Lan and Yu Tuo in their youth? A single person dares to suppress us all? Hahaha…”
From the opposite side, someone burst into laughter, though their gaze was icy. Shi Hao’s words had struck a nerve—how could anyone belittle the Imperial Clans, whose supremacy was beyond question?
Since ancient times, the emergence of an Imperial Clan meant the suppression of all others. In every era, the elites from their lineage had swept through the world unchallenged.
Their mere presence could dominate an entire epoch!
It was said that when an Imperial Clan rose, all other clans paled in comparison. The brilliance of their peers would dim, for none could rival them.
Yet now, here was Shi Hao—alone—challenging them all, demanding that multiple Imperial Clan experts face him together. Such audacity enraged them.
“An Lan? I’ve fought him before,” Shi Hao remarked casually, his tone unshaken as he struck again, aiming to slay the Time Beast, Chi Meng Hong.
“Was that really you? If not for that drop of ancient blood, summoning an unfathomable existence, who could have stood against Ancestor An Lan?” someone retorted sharply.
The Abyss of Heaven was a barrier, especially the Sea of Laws—so terrifying that even the true forms of the Immortal Kings could not cross. Thus, even invoking their names now would not summon their avatars.
“If you refuse to submit, then come and die!” Shi Hao’s words were simple and direct.
Whoosh!
A sword beam shot into the heavens, splitting the sky. The crimson divine sword in his hand cleaved through the fiery treasure furnace as Shi Hao strode forward, his blade raised against the Imperial Clans!
“Stop!”
Opposite him, Wu Kun, Suo Gu, Yu Yu, and Qing Kun advanced together—all familiar faces, members of the so-called Six Young Emperors.
Back then, they had all been tempered within the Gu Clan’s Yin-Yang Furnace, using Shi Hao as a whetstone for their own evolution. Now, they were old adversaries.
“Hah! Back in the foreign realm, within your ancestral lands, I couldn’t fight freely. But now—today—I’ll slaughter to my heart’s content and cut you all down!”
Shi Hao roared, his battle intent finally unleashed. Once a prisoner in the foreign realm, denied a fair fight, he now reveled in the chance to vent his fury.
Even as he spoke, Shi Hao did not relent, still swinging his crimson sword to execute Chi Meng Hong, determined to strike first.
At that moment, the towering Wu Kun and the radiant Yu Yu moved to intercept, seeking to shield the Time Beast from Shi Hao’s assault.
“Boom!”
From afar, the Ten Crown King and others stepped forward, advancing to meet them.
“Dare to block us? Scram!” Suo Gu bellowed, flamboyant as he summoned an ancient pagoda, a relic of terrifying power meant to suppress all in its path.
The crowd paled—this was a treasure forged by ancient experts, capable of dominating an entire generation!
“Scram!” The Ten Crown King countered, a radiant glow bursting from his hand, illuminating the heavens.
In his grasp appeared a sapling, barely a foot tall, crystalline and exuding chaotic mist and immortal aura—a World Tree sapling, the rarest of treasures!
The foreign realm had one such tree guarding its lands, and now, the Ten Crown King wielded a young one of his own, its origins unimaginably profound.
With a sweep, the sapling sent the ancient pagoda flying, its power undeniable.
Simultaneously, Shi Yi opened his dual-pupiled eyes, unleashing a sky-shattering aura that shattered the void ahead, stunning their foes.
“Dual Pupils, Opening Heaven and Earth”—a myth of invincibility!
Back then, Shi Hao had nearly died fighting this elder cousin, left crippled for half a year. Yet even then, Shi Yi had not unleashed his ultimate technique, relying instead on his Supreme Bone—his greatest strength and downfall.
Others might underestimate Shi Yi, but Shi Hao knew better—this rival was unfathomably deep.
The foreign realm’s elites were shaken, realizing they had underestimated the Imperial Pass and its warriors.
At the very least, the man wielding the World Tree was a threat, his aura dangerous. And the youth with dual pupils was equally terrifying.
Swoosh!
A sword flash split the treasure furnace, nearly cleaving it in two. Blood rained as Chi Meng Hong was suppressed, on the brink of death.
The foreign youths charged forward, but on this side, the Banished Immortal and the Ten Crown King also acted, their power surging.
“Boom!”
At the critical moment, the Supreme beings on both sides stirred, divine light erupting.
Meng Tianzheng was decisive, deploying the Ten Realms Diagram and a battle banner stained with Immortal King’s blood, shrouding the sky.
“Is the foreign realm so weak that it cannot accept defeat?” he challenged.
“Bang!”
Supreme beings clashed, shaking the desert and rupturing the void. The advancing youths were forced back, unable to approach.
“Ah—!”
Chi Meng Hong roared as a fist-sized blood beast burst from his shattered furnace—a dragon-headed, lion-bodied creature, crimson and covered in spines. This was his true form, the Time Beast’s soul, now facing Shi Hao in desperation.
“Time is a blade, felling all geniuses!” He fought with his life, unleashing his innate divine ability.
The crimson beast howled, wielding the most terrifying laws of time against Shi Hao.
“Cycle of Ages, Burying Eternity—Die!” Shi Hao murmured, fragments of time swirling around him before surging forward.
His crimson sword blazed, striking with full force.
“Boom!”
Light, sound, and power erupted, engulfing the battlefield in a storm of temporal symbols.
All watched in awe.
In the end, the Supreme beings did not engage, silently observing the duel.
“Boom!”
As the time fragments dispersed, the two reappeared—Chi Meng Hong sent flying, his human form bloodied, a gaping hole through his chest.
Shi Hao raised his sword, advancing step by step.
The outcome was clear.
“Elders!”
Some foreign youths turned to their Supreme beings—would they just watch Chi Meng Hong die?
Yet the elders remained silent, unmoving.
“Too late. Chi Meng Hong is already dead. Shi Hao is truly fearsome,” a middle-aged man sighed.
Chi Meng Hong’s true form flickered, his brow bleeding, his skull pierced. Even his external soul bore sword wounds, riddled with cracks.
“Even if he’s doomed, we can’t let him be humiliated, slaughtered before our eyes!” Wu Kun declared.
His massive frame, like an iron tower, advanced.
Yu Yu, radiant as a sun, also stepped forward, his aura pressing down on Shi Hao.
Suo Gu and Qing Kun moved as well, their steps shaking the earth.
As the Ten Crown King and the Banished Immortal prepared to intervene, Shi Hao stopped them.
“Let me test the divine arts of these Imperial Clans alone!”
This was no boast—he meant to challenge them all.
This time, even the Supreme beings did not interfere, watching intently.
“Boom!”
Wu Kun and the others unleashed their might, seeking to crush Shi Hao. They would not let him execute Chi Meng Hong publicly like prey.
“Too late.”
Shi Hao spoke softly, flicking his crimson sword.
No attack—just a casual motion.
“Bang!”
Chi Meng Hong’s soul, the tiny blood beast, exploded into light, then vanished.
“Thud!”
His head fell, blood fountaining from his neck.
Without a single strike, a young genius of the Imperial Clans had perished!
All were stunned.
“In their last clash, Chi Meng Hong was already slain—he merely held his form together,” an elder lamented, mourning the loss of such talent.
Who could rival Shi Hao now? Fear gripped every heart—he had slain an Imperial Clan member without hesitation.
With a flash, Shi Hao collected Chi Meng Hong’s true form as spoils, breaking through the blockade of Imperial Clan elites.
Wu Kun, Yu Yu, Suo Gu, and Qing Kun glared, their faces cold. Shi Hao had executed Chi Meng Hong right before them!
“Who will step forward and kill him?” Wu Kun demanded.
Proud as they were, none wished to gang up on a single foe.
“Come at me together! Let me slaughter you all!”
Shi Hao struck first, divine arts erupting as he attacked all four at once, radiant energy engulfing them.
“Arrogant!”
Yu Yu roared, forming hand seals as he charged.
Suo Gu, grim-faced, struck from behind, aiming to pierce Shi Hao’s back.
“Bang!”
Wu Kun, wreathed in black light, lunged like a steel tower, his palm-blade slashing toward Shi Hao’s neck.
…
All four moved at once, their combined might enough to crush any peer. They would not let rules bind them—if Shi Hao sought death, they would oblige.
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