On the arena, dragons and tigers clashed as four supreme beings vared against each other, their roars shaking mountains and rivers.
“Roar—”
A dragon’s cry resonated through the heavens, shaking the nine skies. The Ten Crown King’s divine fist, wrapped in the form of a true dragon, shattered the void!
With each punch, his blood energy surged to the heavens, dispersing the clouds in all directions. From afar, he resembled an immortal furnace, radiating boundless essence.
The Banished Immortal moved with grace and agility, traversing the sky amidst the Ten Crown King’s overwhelming blood energy, matching him blow for blow in a life-and-death battle.
The spectators were spellbound, their minds trembling in awe.
Meanwhile, Shi Hao and Ning Chuan engaged in a fierce duel, their battle stirring the heavens and earth like two war gods locked in mortal combat.
“Ning Chuan, your life is mine!” Shi Hao roared, his body glowing golden. Having mastered the Willow God’s techniques, he resembled an indestructible golden deity.
He lunged forward, unleashing countless beams of light, each trailing like the tail of a comet, illuminating the void with dazzling brilliance and tearing through space.
With streaks of radiant energy stretching for miles, he descended like an emperor star from beyond the cosmos, escorted by a celestial guard—so blinding that none could look directly at him.
Now, his fist formed a divine seal, as if an invincible god-king had descended to shatter mountains and rivers!
His golden fist burned with power, golden blood energy surging outward, causing the arena to tremble violently. Had it not been an indestructible platform, it would have shattered instantly.
The fist radiated divine light, with golden sparks scattering into the distance, collapsing distant mountains. One could only imagine the sheer terror of this strike—it could have blasted a star from the sky!
The crowd was stunned. Who could withstand such a punch?
“Descendant of the Sinful Blood, perish!” Ning Chuan shouted, his white robes fluttering, silver hair dancing. Radiating sacred light, he formed an ultimate divine seal.
In an instant, nine ancient godly figures manifested around him, each exuding overwhelming majesty, as if nine heavenly deities had descended to suppress their foe.
“Boom!”
The impact shattered the heavens and earth, accompanied by ghostly wails, thunderous roars, and a downpour of blood rain—a sight that sent chills down everyone’s spines.
This was a battle beyond mortal limits, transcending the boundaries of their realm, invoking eerie celestial phenomena as if the heavens themselves wept.
The spectators below the arena shuddered. What kind of battle was this?
Around the two combatants, countless spatial rifts tore open, spreading in all directions. They moved like supreme warriors, their every motion capable of rending the world apart.
Dark void fissures filled with their fist radiance, resembling thousands of interwoven lightning bolts, growing ever more terrifying.
Blood rain fell, and divine and demonic wails echoed—though not real blood, these were condensed light mists, recreating the terrifying scenes of ancient battles beyond mortal limits.
Their clash resonated with the heavens, invoking visions of the greatest warriors of antiquity imprinted upon the fabric of reality.
“Unimaginable… too powerful!”
Amidst the blood rain, lightning, and spatial rifts, Ning Chuan remained pristine, untouched by dust or blood, his elegance otherworldly.
Yet, each of his strikes carried the force of celestial bodies, as if stars were crashing down from the sky.
“Boom!”
A casual strike from him pierced the firmament, his divine might beyond comprehension.
The crowd paled. If such power struck them, how could they resist? Even hundreds of true gods would be obliterated without question.
Only Shi Hao—the “Wasteland”—could withstand him in this fierce battle.
Not long ago, many had whispered that Shi Hao was doomed. Yet now, he stood like a humanoid dragon, brimming with vitality, his blood energy tearing through the cosmos.
“By the heavens, I can’t take this!”
One spectator collapsed from the sky, unable to endure the oppressive aura.
In the air before Shi Hao, no one dared remain, for none could withstand the terrifying pressure of his fist—a strike capable of annihilating the world itself.
This fist was unstoppable, vast and boundless to the extreme!
In their duel, thousands of exchanges occurred in an instant, each collision erupting with blinding radiance, illuminating the heavens in dazzling splendor.
This was a battle of divine prodigies, making all other gods seem insignificant in comparison.
How many such beings had existed throughout history?
Both were born with supreme physiques, capable of slaying the greatest talents of their era with a single strike. Their true rivals were not of this age but spanned across time itself.
Thus, young supremes from different epochs had sealed themselves until this era, seeking worthy opponents in the pursuit of ultimate power.
Otherwise, each would have remained invincible in their own time, yearning for a single defeat in vain.
“Ning Chuan, you vowed to suppress me—come forth!” Shi Hao roared, launching a relentless assault.
“One Origin Refines the Void!” Ning Chuan intoned, exhaling chaotic energy that smelted the very fabric of space, blurring the world as if condensing it into a golden pill.
Then, his forehead glowed, covered in dragon patterns—a natural divine ability. Legends claimed he might be the reincarnation of an ancient taboo figure, nurtured in the womb with dragon blood, leaving behind these marks.
Of course, such tales remained unverified.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao erupted with thunderous might, invoking the Thunder Emperor’s secret arts. Stars of lightning manifested, filling the void like an ancient galaxy summoned to suppress the battlefield.
“Explode!”
With a shout, all lightning stars detonated, the celestial river boiling as it tore through space.
Breaking free from the restraint, Shi Hao, golden like an immortal body, closed in on Ning Chuan, his fists wreathed in surging lightning.
“Boom!”
Their palms collided, unleashing boundless divine radiance that flooded the arena, shaking it violently.
Distant cultivators trembled—had this force reached them, many would have been reduced to pulp instantly.
Fist against fist, each strike grew stronger, as if they sought to shatter the very cauldron of creation and glimpse eternity!
A battle of this caliber was rare even across millennia!
Amidst the clash, radiant lights burst forth like celestial ascension, raining down in a mesmerizing yet terrifying spectacle.
Shi Hao sighed inwardly. This opponent was truly peerless—had he not reached this level, the outcome would have been dire.
In all his life, only once had he joined forces to fight a single foe—Ning Chuan.
Back then, the three Shi brothers had dismissed Ning Chuan’s avatar, yet they had still attacked together.
Their victory did not reflect Ning Chuan’s weakness but rather his unparalleled brilliance—he had fought three alone!
Now, his true form moved in harmony with the world, wielding power capable of suppressing all.
Shi Hao could only acknowledge him as a legend of the ages.
Yet Ning Chuan was even more shaken.
As the Six Crown King, he had accumulated power across six lifetimes, refining his path to perfection—yet this man had risen in a single era!
Ning Chuan had honed his techniques to the absolute limit, yet Shi Hao had soared in this chaotic age without past accumulations—relying solely on this life.
“Roar!”
Suddenly, the Ten Crown King’s wild hair billowed as he roared, splitting the firmament. His blood energy surged, engulfing heaven and earth.
Even those far from the arena coughed blood, while weaker cultivators nearly exploded from the pressure.
Such divine might terrified not only the geniuses of the three thousand provinces but even the ancient natives.
“This arena is for the strongest alone. Face my fist and prove your worth!” the Ten Crown King bellowed.
Abandoning the Banished Immortal momentarily, he strode forth like a reincarnated Heavenly Emperor, charging toward Shi Hao and Ning Chuan.
“Boom!”
Mountains and seas collapsed as the Ten Crown King struck—first at Shi Hao.
This was the peerless Dragon Fist, a true dragon coiling around his arm as he attacked with world-devouring force.
The punch overturned the heavens, leaving only the dragon’s cry echoing through the nine skies.
“Let me see if you deserve to stand here either!” Shi Hao countered, leaping like a Kun Peng taking flight.
His fist gleamed gold, flecked with black—this was the Kun Peng Fist!
Kun Peng against True Dragon!
A clash of two supreme divine arts—the first direct confrontation between the Wasteland and the Ten Crown King!
In an instant, the sun and moon dimmed, the world lost color, and eerie wails filled the air as if gods and demons wept.
Blood-colored lightning intertwined with endless thunder, while spectral figures of fallen deities flickered into existence.
A Kun Peng emerged from the sea, locked in brutal combat with a soaring dragon—feathers stained with blood, scales shattered.
The terrifying spectacle left the crowd frozen in terror. What kind of power was this?
“Three Immortal Qi!” Shi Hao’s pupils contracted—he saw three strands of immortal energy coiled around the Ten Crown King’s fist, matching his own.
The impact sent blood energy and divine force crashing through the world.
The two separated, passing each other.
The Ten Crown King’s eyes gleamed with intrigue. This era had given him another worthy rival!
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