“Kill!”
Shi Hao charged forward, his body ablaze with radiant light, burning like a colossal furnace, flames surging to the heavens and earth.
At this moment, he was fearless and peerless, unleashing all his potential for a decisive battle—either life or death.
This was not just a fight for scriptures; it was a battle of fate, a life-and-death contest between the two worlds’ most elite young leaders, representing their realms!
**Boom!**
The sky split, the earth collapsed, and the deafening roar shook the world as if it were on the verge of destruction.
Shi Hao’s body crackled with golden lightning, his surging flames propelling him forward. Every step he took resonated with the mountains and rivers, making them tremble in response.
At this moment, he embodied the will of his world, and even the shattered heavens seemed to respond, resonating with him as the essence of the Great Dao intertwined with his being.
“What does it matter? My domain is filled with countless experts who sweep across the world. No matter what divine abilities you wield or how fiercely you resist, I will crush you with absolute force!” He Wushuang declared.
He was terrifying, his body shrouded in gray mist—not immortal qi, but the unique aura of the other shore of the world!
He had truly unleashed his power, his words brimming with arrogance as he belittled everyone in this domain. Even someone as formidable as Shi Hao would be suppressed!
**Boom!**
Amid the gray mist, He Wushuang moved. Each step he took was like an immortal patrolling the heavens, suppressing all things and dominating the Great Dao of this world—a sight both dreadful and boundless.
The heavens and earth trembled under his presence, unable to withstand the gray mist and the terrifying power of the foreign realm.
He was like an immortal scion, his aura devouring mountains and rivers, his dominance shaking the world!
**Boom!**
He Wushuang took the initiative, no longer as restrained as in their first encounter. His golden hair whipped wildly, each strand slicing through the void.
**Demon Sovereign!**
This was an incomparable might, like the ruler of all demons—unstoppable, undefendable, determined to obliterate everything in his path!
**Bang!**
The two clashed with full force. The earth collapsed, dust surged into the sky, and countless boulders weighing millions of pounds were sent flying, piercing through the clouds in a terrifying spectacle.
The very ground crumbled beneath them.
A true battle of kings!
As they collided, the heavens shattered, the earth split, and ghostly wails filled the air. All manner of phenomena manifested, making the scene utterly horrifying.
The sky was torn apart, the earth sank.
Immortal qi and gray mist intertwined, surging and clashing violently.
**Crack!**
A black lightning bolt streaked across the void, followed by a torrent of blood rain that poured from the heavens.
The slightly recovered golden ant froze in shock, while the arrogant Blood Phoenix Lion gaped in disbelief.
This was no illusion—it was real. The heavens wept, and blood rained down.
Shi Hao was stunned. In the past, he had seen the heavens shed blood, but it had been an illusion. Today, he witnessed it firsthand.
The heavens were weeping, bleeding!
Was this a battle of the world’s fate, influencing the future of both realms? Shi Hao doubted, his heart trembling.
“These two are core seeds of their respective worlds, destined to be mortal enemies. Meeting in this distorted time and space has disturbed something unseen!” The Blood Phoenix Lion shuddered, then fled from the crazed golden ant’s pursuit.
At this moment, Shi Hao felt a deep sorrow, infected by an overwhelming emotion. The heavens wept and bled, filling his heart with oppression and a hidden pain. Why?
Then he understood. At the horizon, enormous faces emerged one after another, all staring at him.
Men and women, old and young—all bore tears of blood.
They were the fallen ancestors, the heroic spirits slaughtered in the final battle, who had fought unyieldingly with their lives, only to perish on the battlefield.
“We lost. We couldn’t protect our land. Everyone died, ashamed before the hopeful kin behind us. We couldn’t hold our territory. Calamity approaches… We were powerless… Only death remained… No retreat!”
Faintly, Shi Hao seemed to hear these sorrowful whispers, filled with grief and despair.
The heavens bled, weeping! The heroic spirits of the fallen wailed in sorrow, unwilling, hopeless, seeing no dawn, unable to protect their world. Darkness and ruin loomed.
This sorrow transcended time, unextinguished through the ages, piercing straight into Shi Hao’s heart!
He understood—this was the lament of the ancestors, their despair lingering in the shattered land, hoping for future generations to rise. It was their only remaining wish.
“Ah—!” Shi Hao let out a roar like a wounded beast, his eyes moist, his blood boiling unceasingly as he charged forward.
The sorrow of the ancestors, the pain of the land—he felt it all. The heavens wept, the fate of two realms hung in the balance—how could he not fight with his life?!
He Wushuang bellowed, “Creatures of this realm, no matter where you come from or which era you belong to, meeting me is your doom. So-called young kings will all be crushed beneath our feet, their blood staining our banners as we sing the war hymn that echoes through the heavens, paving the way to immortality!”
His arrogance enraged Shi Hao, making his black hair whip wildly as his battle intent surged!
“Kill!”
**Boom!**
Around Shi Hao, mountains and rivers materialized—illusions, yet the world seemed to have a soul, connecting with him, empowering him, advancing and retreating as one.
Limitless battle intent erupted like a volcanic eruption.
“Useless! The Great Dao of my realm descends!” He Wushuang also roared, his handsome face now etched with murderous intent.
Simultaneously, behind him, towering black figures emerged, reaching into the heavens, wielding battle axes and spears—colossal and unstoppable.
These massive shadows resonated with him, amplifying his killing intent to terrifying extremes.
Around Shi Hao, heroic spirits rose from the land, covered in blood and tears, roaring as they surged alongside him.
**Boom!**
This strike was incomparably fierce. The battlefield was engulfed in light and shockwaves.
Both warriors trembled violently, locked in a life-and-death struggle, their forms intertwining like lightning, unleashing immortal qi and gray mist in boundless fury.
An ancient war hymn echoed, and the desolate scenes of the apocalypse reappeared. Countless heroic spirits stood tall, though long dead, their regrets unresolved, their emotions eternal.
This was their final war hymn—a chorus of despair, knowing death was certain, yet charging forward regardless, all perishing in battle!
“What can you contend with, descendant of failures? Your ancestors were slaughtered by my realm. What are you? What waves can you stir?!” He Wushuang roared.
**Boom!**
He formed hand seals, unleashing the foreign realm’s divine arts. Gray mist surged, and an immortal aura spread, corroding Shi Hao’s mind.
“The shame of our ancestors will be washed away by their descendants! I’ll start with you—what kind of leader are you?!” Shi Hao bellowed, nearly mad as he lunged forward.
He unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art, fighting with absolute resolve—victory or death!
“This heavenly art still exists? Good, good, good! Then let us settle an old debt. Once, someone relied on this art to slay an important figure of my world. Today, I exterminate your lineage!” He Wushuang snarled.
Shi Hao had long known the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art was tied to the Immortal Ancient Era, a supreme art spanning epochs. He hadn’t expected it to provoke such hostility from He Wushuang.
Clearly, He Wushuang possessed countless supreme techniques, wielding unparalleled abilities.
In his pupils, cross-shaped marks appeared, growing increasingly radiant. Then—**shhh!**—a terrifying phenomenon occurred.
Weapons fell from his eyes!
At first, Shi Hao thought they were spears, but as they enlarged, they revealed themselves as divine swords!
Four swords, their killing intent overwhelming the heavens, slashed toward Shi Hao, severing the cosmos, aiming to cut through eternity!
He Wushuang’s pupils, golden with cross-shaped marks, were actually intersecting sword embryos. Now, they manifested in the void, unleashing their might.
“Slay the Immortals!”
He Wushuang roared, wielding the four sword embryos as weapons to strike Shi Hao. The heavens and earth were split apart by their terrifying power.
Simultaneously, his eyes lost their golden luster, becoming hollow like the abyss, generating a mysterious force that sought to drag Shi Hao into a dark void.
He Wushuang’s pupils were horrifying, forming a domain of darkness as the four swords wreaked havoc.
The Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art manifested its power. Six black holes appeared around Shi Hao, with fragments of time swirling, light and darkness intertwining!
Moreover, the fallen ancestors reappeared, their mournful war hymn faintly audible.
**Boom!**
A bloody, life-and-death battle!
Both sides unleashed forbidden techniques without restraint, determined to decide victory, superiority, and life or death.
“Suppress!” He Wushuang roared. Behind him, the towering black figures shook the heavens, their Great Dao aura overwhelming.
Around Shi Hao, the heroic spirits blurred, the war hymn faded, and the illusory mountains and rivers dissipated.
“Slay!” He Wushuang commanded. The four swords shot forth like rainbows, streaking toward Shi Hao.
**Boom!**
Within Shi Hao, gates opened one after another. Clear light, gentle yet unyielding, enveloped him, shielding him from the foreign Great Dao’s corrosion.
He continued channeling the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art while wielding the Great Luo Immortal Sword, slashing forward.
“Hmm?!” He Wushuang’s eyes blazed with shock upon seeing the sword. “How is this in your hands?!”
**Shhh!**
The sword light streaked like a river, meeting the four swords.
He Wushuang hissed, and the four swords reverted to golden crosses, returning to his pupils, avoiding a direct clash with the Great Luo Immortal Sword.
“All Laws Vanish!” He Wushuang shouted.
A terrifying phenomenon occurred—space shattered, runes disintegrated, and all attacks dissolved before reaching him.
“Soul Extraction!” His cross-shaped pupils gleamed gold as he leaped toward Shi Hao.
Darkness surged, gray mist churning with a peculiar force.
Shi Hao felt his soul being torn from his body, pulled toward an abyss. His opponent was using an unfathomable secret art to force his soul out.
**Shhh!**
A divine light flashed before Shi Hao’s brow, forming a radiant figure that transformed into a sword embryo, slashing forward.
“Pacify Chaos Sword Art!” He Wushuang’s expression shifted for the first time—genuine shock. He retreated swiftly.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao’s body pursued, attacking relentlessly.
This wasn’t the true Pacify Chaos Sword Art, but the deception disrupted He Wushuang’s focus, allowing Shi Hao to press the assault.
**Shhh!**
His sole divine aperture appeared, contracting to a point before exploding with unparalleled ferocity.
The heavens collapsed!
“Kill!” He Wushuang’s eyes burned with fury. Humiliated by his retreat, his killing intent surged as he unleashed his ultimate techniques.
**Boom!**
Both were sent flying, blood trickling from their lips.
Only after a long while did the ruins of the battlefield become visible again.
“You’re still alive?!” He Wushuang was astonished. He had used two ancient arts—All Laws Vanish and Immortal-Slaying Technique—yet failed to kill Shi Hao.
These were supreme arts of the foreign realm, yet they had been ineffective.
Shi Hao was even more shaken. His sole divine aperture, engraved with Primordial True Explanation runes, compressed to its limit and unleashed, had still failed to defeat his foe.
“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!” He Wushuang’s demeanor transformed entirely. All pretense of calm vanished as he roared five times, attacking with overwhelming fury.
Shi Hao’s heart burned with battle intent. All his techniques merged, erupting in a dazzling display!
The final strike, the final move—life or death. Victory meant slaying his foe; defeat meant his own demise.
Across the heavens, countless heroic spirits formed enormous faces, watching him as blood rained down—a true celestial lament.
This was the sorrow of the ancestors, the tragedy of the past era!
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