The arrival of these individuals did not draw much attention from the foreign realm. Instead, it ignited a predatory gleam in the eyes of several young powerhouses from the Imperial Clan, as if they had spotted a feast.
Their gazes were nakedly aggressive—scrutinizing, exhilarated, ready to unleash slaughter!
The more cultivators emerged from the Imperial Pass, the more fervent the opposition became. Because if they could annihilate them all in one battle, the Nine Heavens would be pushed toward ruin.
“First, slay the Supreme, then exterminate the small fry!” an elder declared. In his eyes, the middle and younger generations were insignificant. As long as Meng Tianzheng and a few others were eliminated, the greater situation would be settled.
Despite his words, they dared not act rashly, for both sides wielded immortal artifacts. A bloody clash would leave neither unscathed!
That was the deterrent power at play.
“Let’s start with the small fry. I, a junior, wish to act—to slaughter all the so-called prodigies of the Imperial Pass and strangle every elite disciple!” someone from the opposing side boasted arrogantly.
It was a young man who had once stood before the city, challenging Shi Hao, pointing his celestial halberd at the Desolate One, demanding a battle outside the walls.
His long hair cascaded wildly, his eyes crackling with cold lightning. He was one of the Imperial Clan’s chosen, already at the Dunyi Realm, and had come specifically for Shi Hao!
Though a Dunyi Realm cultivator, his face was strikingly youthful.
“Tch, let me go first. I’ll cut down those so-called commanders from the Imperial Pass. Keeping them around is an eyesore!” A middle-aged man spoke, his imposing figure radiating menace, his eyes glinting with savagery. His thick hair cascaded like a waterfall as he hovered midair, looking down upon his foes.
The Supreme Ones remained silent, allowing their arrogance.
The cultivators of the Imperial Pass glared in fury—they were far too insolent, treating everyone with utter disdain.
Meng Tianzheng sighed. Though many had emerged from the Imperial Pass, a direct confrontation would likely end in heavy losses.
He wanted to stop it, unwilling to let the middle and younger generations of his side engage.
But some commanders were too fierce in temperament—they would rather die in battle than retreat. With a resounding roar, they stepped forward.
If they feared death, they would never have left the Imperial Pass. Those who dared to emerge had long cast aside their lives.
Meng Tianzheng’s expression turned grave as he tried to call the commanders back.
“I only seek to fight—to prove my blood still runs hot! Even if I fall, I will battle bravely. The clans of the Imperial Pass will never yield. We will fight to the last drop of blood!”
A commander strode forward, his voice unwavering.
Those behind him opened their mouths, wanting to speak, to dissuade him—but in the end, silence prevailed.
On the walls of the Imperial Pass, the cultivators of various clans stood in solemn quiet. The world seemed to hold its breath.
Many understood his intent—even in death, he would not bow. He sought to set an example for the weak and hesitant clans within the Imperial Pass.
To ignite their courage with his blood, to rouse the wavering and fearful, to awaken their fighting spirit.
Some thought him foolish, but many felt their hearts tremble with complex emotions. The gazes of countless clansmen sharpened, burning with newfound intensity.
Without a doubt, this act had stirred many within the Imperial Pass!
“Hahaha…” On the opposing side, someone laughed wildly, his voice dripping with mockery. “How laughable. Are you here to throw your life away? I’ll oblige—five punches to reduce you to dust!”
Fury erupted among all within the Imperial Pass, even among those who had wished to avoid war.
“Come then. If you wish to enter the Imperial Pass, tread over my corpse. And know that there are millions like me—unafraid! Every step forward will cost you!” the commander said calmly.
He had come to fight with death in his heart. Though he might fall, his resolve moved all who witnessed it.
“Kill!”
The commander attacked, burning his life force in an instant, erupting with dazzling divine radiance as he charged forward.
Yet his opponent was truly formidable. The middle-aged man, though youthful in appearance, had cultivated for many years—a supreme expert.
Otherwise, how could he have followed the Supreme Ones here? His strength was rare even among the Dunyi Realm!
Fists and palms clashed, lightning intertwined, figures blurred. The violent impacts echoed across the desert, accompanied by sprays of blood.
In the decisive clash, the commander of the Imperial Pass was indeed outmatched. The first exchange shattered his arm, blood spilling from his lips—a grievous wound.
Boom!
Divine radiance blazed, and fierce energy surged.
Finally, with the fifth punch, the middle-aged man from the foreign realm shattered all the commander’s runic defenses, his fist piercing straight through the man’s torso—executing him on the spot.
Splat!
Amidst the blood, the commander fell in battle.
The foreign expert moved like lightning, seizing the severed head and extinguishing the soul. The body collapsed into bloody mist.
“I told you—your kind are nothing but cannon fodder, weak as dirt!”
The middle-aged man laughed, brandishing the head, his white teeth gleaming cruelly.
Throughout this, no one intervened.
Roar!
On the walls of the Imperial Pass, countless voices howled in rage, their blood boiling, their fury ignited to the point of explosion.
“Fight! Kill that butcher!”
“Even if we fall, we’ll fight to the last!”
A sea of red-eyed warriors roared.
Meng Tianzheng remained silent. He understood—the commander had sought death to awaken the courage of others, to prove his resolve with his life.
“Tch, the creatures of the Imperial Pass are too weak. Killing them brings no satisfaction,” the middle-aged man sneered, utterly indifferent to the collective wrath.
“Are you done? Come here. One move is all I need to split you in half!” Shi Hao spoke, his tone icy, though his emotions burned fiercer than when he had faced Anlan.
“Desolate One, you are mine!” The young man wielding the celestial halberd stepped forward—a member of the Imperial Clan, a Dunyi Realm expert who had come specifically for Shi Hao.
Shi Hao ignored him, keeping his gaze fixed on the middle-aged man. “If you fear death, then flee the battlefield. Don’t disgrace the desert with your presence!”
“What’s there to fear? You’re just the Desolate One—once a prisoner of our realm. Today, I’ll test you!” The middle-aged man’s face darkened.
Boom!
Shi Hao stepped forward, unsheathing his sword. The blade’s energy split the heavens instantly.
The middle-aged man paled. Even as a renowned Dunyi Realm expert, a seasoned and ruthless cultivator, his heart quivered now.
“Desolate One, cease your arrogance!”
Voices rose from the foreign side. Even Supreme Ones cast cold glances, eager to strike him down.
“Who dares move?!” Meng Tianzheng’s voice cut through, the Ten Realms Diagram hovering above him as he stepped forward. “Do you lack even the courage for a fair duel?”
“Who says we lack courage? I’ll kill the Desolate One!” The middle-aged man, humiliated, tossed aside the head and unleashed his strongest ancestral technique, charging at Shi Hao with a roar.
Boom!
Sword energy pierced the heavens. Shi Hao did not speak—he simply raised his blade, delivering his most devastating strike. Though seemingly simple, it contained overwhelming power.
The middle-aged man’s face stiffened. He tried to evade, to strike from the side.
But in the next moment, despair gripped him. Sword energy filled the air—everywhere was a killing intent. Shi Hao’s peerless edge shone as he himself became like an immortal sword.
The man could not dodge. It was as if he had willingly thrown himself onto the blade—proof of the sword’s supreme will, a despair-inducing force for a Dunyi Realm cultivator.
Boom!
It was less a sword strike and more like a heaven-high hammer crashing down.
The man’s ancestral technique shattered, his protective light dispersed. Terror seized him—he could not withstand Shi Hao’s wrathful, peerless sword radiance!
The colossal sword beam, even its scattered light thicker than mountains, could sweep across the wilderness.
Splat!
The middle-aged cultivator was struck squarely. Like a hammer’s blow, his body exploded midair, blood vaporizing instantly—utter annihilation!
A single stroke had slain a renowned Dunyi Realm expert!
The strike stunned all present. At the very least, those within the Mortal Dao Realm were shaken—even the Imperial Clan’s elites tensed.
Such dominance—to kill a foreign Dunyi Realm powerhouse in one move!
“Who else dares challenge me? Step forward and die!” Shi Hao’s gaze swept over the Imperial Clan, intent on slaughtering their younger generation, severing their legacy.
Roar!
On the Imperial Pass walls, countless voices roared—not in despair, but in catharsis, a release of pent-up fury.
“Kill them all!” Many cultivators bellowed.
“The Imperial Pass falls today!” A Supreme from the foreign realm declared, stepping forward, immortal artifacts pulsing with oppressive might.
Meng Tianzheng and Wang Changshen moved as well, advancing.
“Why the haste? Many of the middle and younger generations have come—let them spar first,” an elder from the foreign realm interjected.
He, too, harbored wariness. The opposing side possessed intact immortal artifacts. Though their Supreme numbers were few, the threat of those artifacts was immense. The foreign realm wished to avoid excessive bloodshed.
The elder knew their younger generation should surpass the Imperial Pass’s. Aside from the Desolate One, the rest might pose little threat. He wanted the Imperial Clan to crush the Pass’s young elites first, shaking Meng Tianzheng’s resolve.
“Do you think we fear you? Bring it on!”
The Ten Crown King’s voice rang out—confident, poised for battle, pointing defiantly at the opposition.
“Who will face me?” The Banished Immortal also stepped forth, his demeanor ethereal yet his eyes blazing with battle intent.
The strongest of the Imperial Pass’s younger generation prepared to engage.
On the foreign side, many eyes gleamed with anticipation.
“Hah, this is exactly what we wanted. We’ve long desired to claim your heads—let’s see how many moves it takes to wipe you all out!”
“Today, if I fail to sever your head, I’ll disgrace the legacies of the True Dragon and Qilin!” The Ten Crown King declared, his voice resonating with unshakable confidence.
His every step exuded dominance.
“I, too, wish to fight. Who will face me?” Jin Zhan now spoke, standing firm in the desert, eager to prove himself against foreign peers.
“An unknown like you isn’t worth my time,” the halberd-wielding Imperial Clan youth sneered, dismissing Jin Zhan with a glance.
“Haha, an unknown? I’ll kill you!” Another challenger emerged—a young man, not of the Imperial Clan, newly arrived.
Jin Zhan’s face flushed with rage. With a roar, he advanced.
Behind him, Wang Xi stood in snow-white robes, observing. Many others watched as well.
Before the Imperial Pass, only blood and brutal combat would reveal who among them was truly peerless.
Boom!
The earth trembled as young geniuses from the Imperial Pass stepped forward, unafraid of death. True gold had to be tested by fire—only battle could prove their worth.
“How lively.”
A sigh came from afar. Several more youths appeared, their auras enigmatic—they were Burial Knights!
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