“Heh, haha…”
From the opposite side came a booming laughter, sharp enough to pierce metal and shatter stone, as if it could crack open one’s skull.
Fortunately, everyone present was a master. Had ordinary cultivators been here, they would have likely disintegrated under the force of that laughter, their bodies exploding on the spot.
The laughter was piercing, carrying a terrifying penetrative force, like the clanging of divine metal being forged, sparks flying, its destructive power astonishing.
The one laughing strode forward step by step, his heart filled with hatred and hostility.
Clad in crimson armor, his figure was tall and imposing, exuding an aura of sharp, overwhelming dominance—especially his handsome yet slightly twisted face.
As he walked, chains of law shimmered around him, cascading down like phoenix feathers, dazzling and resplendent.
Without a doubt, he was immensely powerful. Treading upon the void, the path behind him blurred and collapsed, the heavens trembling in his wake!
He resembled a true phoenix, bathed in boundless radiance, draped in feathers, encircled by divine chains of law—both magnificent and terrifying!
He was Chi Meng Hong, a direct descendant of the Imperial Clan, a descendant of Chi Wang, his strength unparalleled, unmatched.
His hatred for Huang was bone-deep. Previously, the two had clashed fiercely over Enlightenment Tea Leaves, a battle that shook heaven and earth. In the end, Chi Meng Hong had suffered a crushing defeat.
That day, Huang had publicly severed one of his legs, roasted it, and consumed it as food!
Who was he? A descendant of Chi Wang, bearing the bloodline of a supreme being, his ancestor hailed as the unrivaled Emperor who dominated all realms. Yet, he had suffered such humiliation.
Last time, he had been nearly crippled. But as a descendant of the Imperial Clan, his lineage naturally possessed heaven-defying treasures to restore him.
Moreover, with the aid of a mighty elder from his clan, he had undergone a shocking transformation. Crossing the Abyss this time was solely to seek vengeance against Huang.
“Huang, I have thought endlessly about how our reunion would unfold,” Chi Meng Hong said, his pupils shimmering with auspicious light, his body radiant like an immortal embryo.
His long hair cascaded, each strand crystalline, his face handsome and striking. Encircled by chains of order, he resembled a war god, his presence overwhelming.
“You will become ingredients!” That was Shi Hao’s response—direct and domineering.
At this point, he no longer needed to restrain himself. His desire to kill a direct descendant of the Imperial Clan was laid bare, without concealment!
Chi Meng Hong laughed—cold and chilling. His crimson armor clanged like dragon scales trembling, waves of scarlet light flooding the sky.
“Huang, you are doomed today. This will be the day I wash away my shame—I will extract your soul, flay your bones, and repay the humiliation you dealt me!” His words were icy.
As a member of the Imperial Clan, he had suffered unbearable disgrace. Every moment since, he had dreamed of revenge, of making Huang pay in blood.
“Moreover, pray that the Imperial Pass never falls. Otherwise, I will personally slaughter my way into the Shi Clan and exterminate every last remnant behind you!” Chi Meng Hong’s gaze was murderous.
With a surge, a fierce killing intent erupted from Shi Hao, his body burning like a furnace, unleashing a blazing radiance that pierced the heavens.
He was enraged. No one could threaten him like this—Stone Village, his loved ones, were his inviolable bottom line!
“Of course, besides your clansmen, there are also those little bastards!” Chi Meng Hong continued, his gaze shifting to the city walls of the Imperial Pass, where a large group of children from the Primordial Imperial City stood.
“I guarantee your wish will go unfulfilled. This time, you won’t escape. This is no longer the Foreign Realm—no one will shield you. I will kill you and take you back as food for the village!” Shi Hao declared.
“Kill!”
The next moment, the two roared almost simultaneously, like twin suns igniting, illuminating the heavens as they unleashed devastating strikes, the spectacle terrifying.
They clashed head-on from the start, employing their ultimate techniques!
“Boom!”
In an instant, despite the distance between them, their fists and palms collided, unleashing boundless light. The golden dunes of the vast desert surged into the sky, blotting out the sun.
The scene was horrifying—sand and stones flew across the endless battlefield, the earth trembling for hundreds of thousands of miles.
The void shattered entirely, black fissures crisscrossing endlessly, the heavens and earth fracturing under the force of their clash.
It was a sight as if the world itself was ending!
Was this the power of the Imperial Clan? On the walls of the Imperial Pass, everyone trembled—even those at the Dunyi Realm felt a deep sense of dread.
Only Shi Hao would dare to treat an Imperial Clan member as food. Such beings were too terrifying!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Their fists and palms clashed like celestial war drums, shaking the heavens, causing the void to collapse. Their figures darted and intertwined, locked in fierce combat.
Shi Hao was inwardly shocked—this opponent was far stronger than before, his cultivation having surged dramatically!
Clearly, something had happened to this enemy.
As Shi Hao suspected, Chi Meng Hong had undergone a great transformation, akin to a phoenix’s rebirth.
After his last defeat, he had returned to his clan, where an Immortal had submerged him in a blood pool, allowing him to shed his mortal form and emerge anew, reborn in fire!
The current Chi Meng Hong was terrifyingly strong, seemingly flawless!
That blood pool had been left behind by Chi Wang for his descendants, containing traces of his true blood—refined of all killing intent, leaving only pure essence to nurture a peerless physique.
“Huang, your life is mine!” Chi Meng Hong roared, brimming with confidence after their exchange, determined to kill Shi Hao.
Rumble!
At this moment, Chi Meng Hong’s state became bizarre—he was no longer the same. His body shimmered with a bloody haze, exuding an aura that even a Supreme Being would find alarming.
That aura was too oppressive, as if a true immortal were about to descend.
“What is that?!” someone cried out in shock.
Chi Meng Hong was transforming—from human form into a furnace, crimson as blood, scarlet light splitting the heavens!
How could such a change occur? His body morphed into something vast and terrifying, descending from the sky to crush Shi Hao.
The Chi Wang Furnace!
Some realized—when speaking of this lineage, nothing was more shocking than Chi Wang’s feats. He had once slain an Immortal King and refined his corpse.
A furnace to bury an Immortal King, nurturing supreme treasure!
This was the legend, and from it came an eerie secret art.
Now, Chi Meng Hong was executing it—not as a mere manifestation, but by transforming his own body into the furnace itself. It was utterly sinister.
Clang!
Shi Hao struck the furnace, producing a clear metallic ring. Was that a body or a furnace?
“Flesh into furnace, nurturing a corpse god!” someone from the Foreign Realm gasped.
Even they were stunned, recalling a rumor—some of their clan practiced this art, tracing back to Chi Wang’s ancient battle.
“Flesh into furnace” referred to merging with the Chi Wang Furnace, allowing one’s body to transform into it.
But that wasn’t the main point. The most terrifying aspect was the path it opened—nurturing a corpse god.
“Nurturing a corpse god” didn’t mean refining a dead god, but emulating Chi Wang’s ambition—slaying an Immortal King, slaying one’s own spirit, to rebirth an even stronger soul.
After that battle, Chi Wang had vanished, never appearing again.
It was said he was cultivating an unparalleled technique. Slaying the Immortal King had cost him greatly, but it was also an opportunity.
He had buried the Immortal King’s corpse in his furnace, immersing himself within, using the corpse to temper himself, slaying his own soul to rebirth a stronger one.
“Last time, after Chi Meng Hong was wounded by Huang, he entered the blood pool and unexpectedly glimpsed the Chi Wang Furnace, merging with it to obtain this supreme art!”
Someone whispered, shocking all who heard.
“Boom!”
The crimson furnace gleamed with metallic luster, indestructible, ringing like steel.
Most terrifyingly, the furnace glowed, spewing bloody mist from its mouth. A figure emerged, reaching for Shi Hao, attempting to drag him inside.
“Huh?!” Many were stunned.
That figure was horrifying—clad in tattered armor, towering, exuding an aura that made all tremble, as if a true immortal had descended.
“Turn foe into corpse, nurture god, absorb!” The massive furnace shone, seeking to pull Shi Hao in. The creature’s arms stretched forth, terrifying beyond measure.
This secret art was truly dreadful, chilling to the bone.
People understood—after burying the Immortal King, Chi Wang had enslaved him, using the corpse to cultivate himself.
Chi Meng Hong had only briefly merged with the furnace, yet gained such bizarre power. One could only imagine how terrifying the true furnace and Chi Wang must be.
Boom!
Shi Hao erupted with divine light, tearing through the heavens as he resisted. But the arms reaching from the furnace carried an immortal aura, horrifyingly powerful.
Hum!
The crimson furnace trembled, on the verge of swallowing Shi Hao.
No one had expected their battle to reach life-or-death intensity so quickly.
“This is the aura of the Chi Wang Furnace, condensed upon him. How can this be opposed?”
Everyone was shaken. Bearing the presence of a supreme being against a peer opponent gave him an overwhelming advantage.
Chi Meng Hong’s fusion with the ancient furnace had granted him unimaginable benefits.
“Clang!”
Shi Hao raised his hand, sword energy erupting from his fingertips!
A streak of scarlet light shot forth, terrifying beyond belief.
“Pfft!”
The next moment, blood sprayed. With a single motion, Shi Hao’s fingers pierced the fiery furnace, his sword energy tearing through its walls—a sight of absolute horror.
What was that?! Everyone was stunned. How could Huang rend the furnace so easily when even his fists had failed earlier?
“Ah—!”
Chi Meng Hong screamed, clearly grievously wounded.
“Pfft!”
Shi Hao swung his hand, a crimson divine sword materializing in his grip, forged from scarlet light. With a sweep, he beheaded the figure standing at the furnace’s mouth.
“Impossible! What sword is that? What art is this?!” Many from the Foreign Realm cried out in disbelief.
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