The mountains were grand yet precipitous, with jagged cliffs piercing the sky and towering peaks vanishing into the clouds!
Bathed in a soft, radiant glow from the light emitted by several beast-hide parchments, their golden surfaces shimmered with an ethereal brilliance, accompanied by the ceaseless murmurs of sacred scriptures.
Beyond the mountain range, the atmosphere was tense. Shi Hao stood in confrontation with He Wushuang from the other side of the world. An invisible force field formed between the two supreme experts, stirring up hurricane-like winds.
**Boom!**
Between them, massive boulders—some weighing millions, even tens of millions of pounds—along with smaller stone hills, all exploded into fragments!
This was a battlefield for the mightiest, where the terrain was naturally resilient. Yet now, the distorted force field between the two had warped the very fabric of space, unleashing destruction beyond comprehension.
Looking ahead, the world seemed to blur—space collapsed, the force field expanded, tearing everything apart.
Without even exchanging a single blow, the sheer pressure of their confrontation had already birthed a terrifying storm of energy, threatening to annihilate this small realm.
**Crack!**
A shocking electromagnetic lake erupted in the void!
In an instant, time and space seemed to shatter, obliterating all life, crushing flesh and spirit alike.
This was the anomaly born from their clashing auras, the turbulence of their spiritual and physical confrontation.
“You’re not even close. My master’s mere aura is enough to force you to exert your full power. You’re not on the same level—who can stand against him?” The Blood Phoenix Lion roared, its crimson mane drenched in blood, grievously wounded by the little ant.
“Ah—!”
The golden little ant returned, blood dripping from its body, its aura surging like a pillar of smoke, tearing through the heavens. It had fallen into a berserk state, its mind lost to fury, just as it had in the underground immortal mansion of the Celestial Academy.
Now, it was terrifying—completely feral, driven only by instinct to fight and slaughter all in its path.
**Swoosh!**
It charged at He Wushuang again. Though its mind was clouded, hatred fueled its assault—vengeance was its sole purpose.
“The Heavenly Horned Ant is indeed extraordinary. I witnessed the might of your elder siblings when they were slain. But you are still too young. Don’t embarrass yourself—your so-called divine strength is useless against me. I won’t kill you. I’ll keep you as a battle slave,” He Wushuang said calmly.
With a slight tilt of his head, he flicked his sleeve, summoning a black cyclone that split the void and sent the little ant flying once more.
This was the epitome of invincible dominance!
Even Shi Hao was shaken. This man was too powerful—effortlessly repelling the Heavenly Horned Ant in its berserk state. His strength was unfathomable.
Shi Hao’s instincts were correct. This man’s talent was peerless, his cultivation terrifying. He was truly the leader of the other realm, destined to become one of its most fearsome immortals!
The Blood Phoenix Lion sneered, “Little insect, don’t overestimate yourself. You’re no match for my master. Even your so-called companions can only grovel at his feet. None in your generation can stand against him. ‘Peerless Under Heaven’ is not just a title—you can only look up in awe, never truly face him!”
**Boom!**
Shi Hao struck, gathering momentum to its peak. Like lightning, his fist shattered the void as he closed the distance.
Heaven and earth trembled; ghosts and gods recoiled!
During their standoff, the force field raged, sweeping across the land. Now, their bodies finally moved—violence erupted!
**Bang!**
Shi Hao was blindingly fast, piercing through the sky like a bolt of lightning. His right fist exploded like a sun, aiming straight for He Wushuang’s brow, intent on obliterating his soul.
Never before had Shi Hao been so focused, so resolute—he would kill his opponent without restraint.
He Wushuang’s golden hair, cascading like a waterfall past his calves, flared in the gale, swept backward in a dazzling display. His azure robes flapped violently, on the verge of tearing.
Yet, he remained utterly composed, feet rooted like an unshakable pine on a cliff.
**Whoosh!**
His sleeves billowed as he struck, his right arm sweeping forward, fingers forming a seal to meet Shi Hao’s fist.
**Clang!**
A deafening clash—like the collision of the hardest immortal metals—sent blinding light and a sky-rending sound across the battlefield.
This was a clash of absolute might, neither backing down.
Lightning erupted as Shi Hao’s fist surged forward, vibrating countless times in an instant, its divine light rising like tidal waves, each stronger than the last, seeking to crush his foe.
Shi Hao cycled through multiple treasures, his fist exploding with thousands of lightning bolts.
He Wushuang remained calm, his right palm glowing as countless needle-like rays shot forth, meeting Shi Hao’s strike head-on.
Needle against needle—supreme power clashed!
Neither retreated, their battle escalating to the limits of physical and divine prowess.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao’s left hand swept forth like a rainbow, golden feathers scattering like divine arrows, piercing the heavens!
A fusion of lightning and Kun Peng feathers, this was a combined assault of two supreme techniques.
He Wushuang’s left hand traced an elegant arc, resonating with the void before triggering a cataclysmic rupture—chaos energy surged forth!
He split the heavens, summoning chaos itself!
Worse, he wielded it, forging a shield to block all attacks before expanding it into a mountain-like barrier, pressing down on Shi Hao.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao retracted his hands, forming fist seals that shattered the shield in a colossal explosion.
**Swoosh!**
The two clashed like lightning within the chaos mist, fists and palms colliding, bodies twisting like dragons and serpents.
Too fast to follow—their battle raged amidst chaos and supreme techniques, wielding world-shaking power.
**Whoosh!**
Shi Hao lunged downward, aiming for He Wushuang’s crown.
He Wushuang sidestepped, fingers like a sword—a torrent of blade light erupted, unstoppable, annihilating all in its path.
Shi Hao’s expression changed. What sword art was this? It rivaled the *Ping Lian Jue*!
Among all offensive techniques, the *Ping Lian Jue* was peerless in sharpness, one of the three greatest sword arts in history.
Yet this man wielded such power effortlessly!
Undeterred, Shi Hao pressed on, his hands now covered in countless mystical runes, writhing like tadpoles—this was the *Primordial True Interpretation*, mastered to its zenith.
**Thud!**
His fists descended, clashing against the sword light in a deafening explosion.
Heaven and earth split as the two figures blurred, locked in brutal melee, neither yielding.
This was a true contest—the first great battle between the supreme youths of two worlds, each seeking dominance.
A battle of fate.
**Whoosh!**
Winds howled, sand and stone flew, the earth cracked—visibility was near zero, save for glimpses of two figures locked in combat.
Finally, a thunderous blast separated them, the chaos dispersing, silence returning.
Shi Hao and He Wushuang stood a hundred zhang apart, the battlefield in ruins.
No blood was shed—only devastation remained.
Shi Hao sighed inwardly. Was the other realm truly this fearsome? Their first encounter with its supreme youth had already proven overwhelmingly formidable.
Half their battle had been physical—Shi Hao’s body, tempered to perfection, had failed to suppress his foe. They were evenly matched!
“Interesting. Even one of your world’s greatest sword arts failed to cut you down,” He Wushuang remarked.
His jade-like skin, chiseled features, and golden hair swaying, he regarded Shi Hao with mild surprise.
Shi Hao’s heart clenched. As he suspected—this man possessed an invincible sword art, equal to the *Ping Lian Jue* in lethality.
“Pity. The art is incomplete—only three stances remain,” He Wushuang lamented.
Shi Hao’s expression turned icy. “Then show me what your realm’s divine arts can do!”
“You stand no chance. In this era, none of your age can rival my master. All must submit!” the Blood Phoenix Lion jeered. “Your so-called elites, your three-flowered Dao blossoms—all are crushed beneath his might!”
“Silence it. Kill it!” Shi Hao commanded, urging the frenzied little ant to attack.
Fury burned within him. The youths of the Ancient Immortal Era had been cut down before their prime—a tragedy he had glimpsed in his dreams.
He Wushuang spoke again, “You seek the *Indestructible Scripture*. So do I. This is not just about the text—it’s a battle of destinies between our worlds. I will not allow it to fall into your hands.”
“Then fight! The victor claims the scripture; the loser perishes. This is the continuation of the Ancient Immortal War!” Shi Hao roared.
With no reservations, he unleashed his full power—never before had he fought with such resolve.
This was a battle to the death!
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