Shi Hao’s fist technique was unparalleled, slaying the Three-Headed King in a single charge, blood rain splattering as the colossal fiendish spirit, towering dozens of zhang high, met its demise.
It was utterly unwilling, its lingering resentment echoing endlessly, cursing Shi Hao, refusing to believe it had fallen here, screaming over and over again.
This scene was forever etched in Mo Dao’s heart—the invincible image of that youth left him awestruck!
A youth even younger than himself erupted with boundless divine radiance, burning fiercely as he unleashed a single punch, shattering the Three-Headed King and standing amidst the crimson remains like a reborn Demon Lord!
The entire mountain range had been flattened, wiped from existence.
The vast, barren mountains stood desolate, not a blade of grass surviving nearby, while a demonic youth stood there, intimidating all directions.
“Ah—!” The young supreme being locked in battle with Mo Dao let out a cry. Without hesitation, he turned and fled, not daring to linger.
Earlier, when Shi Hao had slain the Three-Headed King, the blood rain had splashed onto both Mo Dao and him. This close encounter had shaken his conviction.
Was this truly the shattered ancient world trampled beneath the feet of the undying?
Hadn’t it been said that the creatures here were an inferior race, lacking true powerhouses?
Yet what had just transpired left his heart trembling and his face pale. His only hope of survival was to flee—otherwise, if that demonic youth and Mo Dao encircled him, death would be inevitable.
“Where do you think you’re going?!” Shi Hao gave chase, and Mo Dao gritted his teeth, following suit. The two of them pursued the foreign powerhouse at breakneck speed.
Especially Shi Hao—now unrestrained, the Kun Peng wings on his back flapped, yin and yang energies swirling as they propelled his body through the void, surpassing all limits as he closed in on his target.
The distance between them rapidly narrowed—he was on the verge of catching up.
Few could match Shi Hao in speed!
But at that moment, the fleeing figure suddenly erupted with violet flames. Burning his essence, spirit, and even his flesh into pure energy, he activated an ancient talisman and vanished at extreme speed.
Shi Hao was stunned. This man’s speed was absurd—he had willingly severed his own foundation just to escape.
*Ssssh!*
The very void twisted, faint fragments of time flickering brilliantly—a qualitative transformation induced by speed pushed to the absolute limit.
Soon, the distance widened, but Shi Hao refused to recklessly exhaust his own vitality in pursuit.
Ahead, an ancient altar appeared. The fleeing figure leaped onto it, symbols flashing before a resonant hum signaled his disappearance.
He had left the battlefield, transported away by the Cosmos Pouch.
He was the first to voluntarily withdraw from the battle. Even if others knew, none would mock him—how could anyone face the pursuit of two supreme experts alone?
Especially when one of them had slain the Three-Headed King. After this battle, he had reason to believe that the Void Beast might truly have been slain by that youth—his earlier claim likely hadn’t been a lie.
“This is practically a Demon Sovereign reborn! How old is he, yet already wielding such overwhelming power? That youth cannot be allowed to live—I must inform the imperial clan!” the escaped creature vowed.
“What rotten luck,” Shi Hao muttered, disappointed at failing to eliminate his opponent.
Mo Dao was splattered with blood—spray from Shi Hao’s slaughter of the Three-Headed King. The colossal creature’s gore had rained everywhere.
Shi Hao himself, however, remained relatively clean, his sole heavenly passage shielding him flawlessly, impervious to all laws.
*Crack!*
At that moment, his sole heavenly passage fractured, symbols scattering as Shi Hao staggered, blood trickling from his lips.
“Still not perfect,” Shi Hao murmured. He had inscribed countless runes into his sole heavenly passage, refining and elevating it, but it remained incomplete.
Upon returning to the depths of the mountain range to scour the battlefield, Shi Hao frowned—nothing of value remained. The Three-Headed King had been utterly obliterated.
“Guess I’ll take this spider leg,” Shi Hao said. Only a single massive spider limb remained amidst the scattered gore.
Meanwhile, the battle in the mountains had reached its zenith—fierce, chaotic, and earth-shaking as supreme experts clashed, their struggles drawing wails from gods and ghosts alike.
From afar, the battlefield shimmered with radiant light, treasure techniques soaring as artifacts collided violently, shattering midair. Blood sprayed, corpses littered the ground, and many fought with frenzied desperation.
Then, from the distant horizon, a figure emerged from the mountains—dragging a massive spider leg behind him, twenty to thirty zhang long.
His body bore faint traces of blood as he advanced step by step, the ground trembling faintly beneath him.
Many witnessed this sight and froze in shock.
“Is that… the Three-Headed King’s leg?” someone stammered, staring at the figure on the horizon dragging the bloodied limb closer.
Silence spread through the nearby region, soon infecting the entire battlefield.
Countless stood dumbfounded, hearts pounding in disbelief.
Time itself seemed to halt as many gaped like statues, unable to accept what they were seeing.
The Three-Headed King—a nightmarish species even in the previous era, a creature feared and deemed invincible—had been slaughtered.
“But it was a Three-Headed King that had cultivated three strands of immortal energy! A peerless being challenging the limits—how could it have fallen?!”
“Who is this youth? Just a body cultivator? To slay a Three-Headed King—that’s terrifying!”
As the slightly delicate yet handsome youth approached the battlefield, his calm demeanor carried an inexplicable majesty.
Some even felt that beneath his harmless appearance lay an indomitable dominance.
“It’s real—that’s definitely the Three-Headed King’s leg! How could this be? He killed that monarch!” someone croaked, throat dry with awe. What kind of legendary feat was this?
Every eye locked onto him—students of Celestial Academy and foreign enemies alike—instantly making him the center of attention.
Wang Xi’s lips formed a small “O,” her beautiful eyes blinking in astonishment at her so-called “companion.” Had he truly accomplished this? It was unbelievable.
She struggled to reconcile the image of this Three-Headed King slayer with the youth who wore the Vajra Bracelet—the contrast was too jarring.
Lü Tuo’s divine eyes blazed like lightning as he stared at Shi Hao. He still couldn’t quite believe the outcome—this youth’s achievement was too glorious!
Yao Yue’s crimson lips parted slightly, but words failed her. Her jade-like face was etched with shock—was this really the youth she had teased, Wang Xi’s so-called follower?
The students of Celestial Academy were dumbstruck, struggling to accept it.
As for the foreign creatures, they were utterly stunned. That was a Three-Headed King—slain just like that, and now its leg was being dragged onto the battlefield. Was this a display of dominance?!
“Impossible! There’s no way he could have done it! Even the strongest body cultivator only has two strands of immortal energy—how could he kill a Three-Headed King?!” someone shouted.
The foreign creatures refused to accept this outcome, their clamor rising.
“Kill him! Avenge the Three-Headed King!” another roared.
Yet few dared to act. If this youth had slain a supreme being with three strands of immortal energy, how powerful must he be? It was unimaginable!
To them, he was a freak of nature, comparable to the legendary imperial clan members recorded in their ancient texts—a true peerless existence.
Such a person was a supreme being in every sense—worthy of being called a Sovereign!
At the same time, many recalled an earlier claim—this youth had boasted of slaying the Void Beast, though none had believed him.
Now, with this comparison, many shuddered, realizing they might have overlooked or misunderstood something crucial.
If their suspicions proved true—if the Void Beast had indeed fallen to him—then this would send shockwaves through the entire battlefield, igniting a frenzy.
What kind of youth was this? His combat prowess was terrifying.
If their speculation held, he had slain two young Sovereigns of the foreign realm in a single day, eliminating supreme leaders with three strands of immortal energy. It was mind-boggling!
Many were stunned—they might have just overlooked a once-in-an-era prodigy among their peers!
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