The terrifying overlord of the Celestial Nation, hailed as one of the most dangerous figures, a shadow that walked in darkness, wielding a blood-dripping executioner’s blade, slaughtering heroes across the land—yet now, he faced calamity.
He roared, channeling the Celestial Nation’s secret arts with all his might. His body blazed with crimson light, resisting the divine force, desperate to preserve himself.
Yet, Shi Hao’s strike, infused with two strands of immortal energy, inflicted unimaginable damage. There was no suppressing it—the destruction surged upward, unstoppable.
Not only had his feet shattered, but the devastation now spread to his knees. With a sickening *pop*, both kneecaps disintegrated, riddled with cracks, and the ruin continued its relentless ascent.
Inch by inch, the speed was too fast to react. The ancient king of the Celestial Nation was on the verge of losing both legs—a horrifying sight.
A mist of blood dispersed, carrying a frigid, metallic stench.
“Ah—!”
The supreme assassin who lurked in darkness bellowed, revealing his true form. A blurred figure materialized from the void, his long, dark-red hair matching the hue of his killing blade.
He exerted his full strength, channeling his own strand of immortal energy to resist, hoping to preserve his flesh.
Yet, his immortal energy was shattered, dispersing rapidly before retreating to his upper body. It couldn’t withstand the force of two immortal energies—the gap was too vast!
*Thud!*
His thighs exploded inch by inch, dissolving into bloody mist. Scarlet radiance erupted—the essence of his blood, brimming with divine power—now scattering uselessly.
The Celestial King resembled a demon, his silver eyes occasionally flashing crimson. Within his pupils, visions of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood flickered.
He had no choice. Facing Shi Hao’s supreme strike, resistance was futile. His gaze turned icy and merciless. With a swift motion, his hand, wrapped in his own immortal energy, slashed downward like a blade.
Blood sprayed, staining the void crimson—a scene of utter horror.
He was ruthless—not just to his enemies, but to himself. His arm, wreathed in immortal energy, severed his own legs, halting the flesh’s total collapse.
“You’re decisive, I’ll give you that,” Shi Hao remarked calmly, stepping forward. Thunder rumbled within the mountain, winds howled, and he struck again.
The Celestial overlord retreated at blinding speed, now only half a body, his dark-red hair whipping wildly. His pupils were cold as ice, silent.
Only then did the onlookers snap out of their shock. The battle had been too swift, too terrifying—no one could react in time.
“By the heavens! The supreme assassin has been reduced to this—half his body destroyed!”
The crowd was stunned. The Celestial King, who had assassinated countless prodigies, now stood with half his flesh ruined—his situation dire.
Even if outmatched, this assassin supreme should have remained hidden, striking from the shadows. Yet today, he suffered grievous wounds.
“Where can you flee?” Shi Hao spoke, his steps unhurried, yet the very stars seemed to shift around him. Time itself congealed as divine laws enveloped him, his body radiant, transcendent. He closed in on the assassin supreme.
Suddenly, he grunted. Blood seeped from his heart—and his brow.
During his breakthrough, he had already suffered severe injuries, his body fracturing. His soul had left his flesh, only to be ambushed by the Celestial King and Jun Dao.
His brow had been pierced, his heart shredded. For any other, such wounds would have meant certain death.
Shi Hao’s soul had since returned, sparing his life, but the hidden injuries now erupted in full force.
His body, already cracked during his seclusion, had been held together by two strands of immortal energy. Now, blood oozed from every fissure—his form on the verge of disintegration.
The worst was his heart—now a hollow cavity, reduced to fragments.
He had to rely on his magic, forcibly circulating blood through his veins. Without a heart, the strain on his flesh was immense.
The soul was hope, capable of transcendence—but the flesh was the root. No matter how powerful, one could not abandon it.
*Splat!*
A jet of blood shot from his heart, spraying several feet—impossible to staunch.
“Now—strike!” the Celestial assassin roared. He had remained calm, even legless, biding his time.
The crowd hesitated. Though Shi Hao was grievously wounded, his body riddled with cracks like porcelain, his combat prowess remained undeniable.
Nearby, the Ancient Sacred Son responded. Chanting scriptures, his voice boomed louder, the words transforming into beams of light that surged toward Shi Hao.
The scriptures shook heaven and earth. The *Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture* manifested—golden characters blotting out the sky, sealing Shi Hao in place.
“Heh…” Shi Hao sneered. Even at death’s door, he showed no fear. A single punch shattered the scripture, and he lunged at the Celestial overlord.
“Suppress!”
A wave of killing intent erupted. The Celestial King howled, activating a cursed treasure—a banner of white bone, exuding malice and boundless soul energy.
With only half a body, cornered, he unleashed his ultimate weapon.
The Bone Banner was a supreme divine artifact, soaked in the blood of countless beings and infused with innumerable tormented souls. As it unfurled, the heavens trembled, ghosts wailed.
*Boom!*
The mountain exploded. Even the remnants of ancient formations within were obliterated—the peak collapsing.
Boulders hurtled through the air, dust billowing. The depths of the mountain range descended into chaos, divine beasts and savage creatures watching in awe.
The Bone Banner, bearing the Celestial Nation’s supreme mark, descended upon Shi Hao, its runes surging like a tide.
Behind it, mountains of corpses and rivers of blood materialized, pressing down, sealing Shi Hao in all directions.
“Strike now—or never!” the assassin roared.
His followers awoke from their stupor. Treasures and spells erupted, a storm of runes sweeping across the ruined battlefield.
*Boom!*
A deafening explosion—runes clashed, spells collided, resonating violently.
Though his body bled and cracked, Shi Hao was like a freed dragon—unstoppable. Leaping into the air, he unleashed a divine technique. The *Heavenly Scripture* and *Thunder Emperor’s Secret Art* merged into a blinding radiance, sweeping through his foes!
*Splat!*
Blood fountained. Corpses rained down, their faces frozen in terror and regret. Even on death’s doorstep, Shi Hao was beyond their reach.
In moments, fifty or sixty lay dead!
*Crack!*
Shi Hao swung his immortal sword, cleaving through the blood mist, suppressing the mountain of corpses summoned by the Bone Banner.
*Swoosh!*
The Great Luo Immortal Sword shot forth, descending upon the sea of blood and bones, obliterating it entirely.
Simultaneously, Shi Hao’s true form arrived. His hands formed a seal, two strands of immortal energy coiling around his fingers as he struck the Bone Banner.
Instantly, the wails of tormented souls and the tide of blood vanished.
*Crack!*
The Bone Banner split—a supreme divine artifact, one of the mightiest weapons permitted into the Ancient Immortal Ruins.
Yet it was not the sword that destroyed it, but Shi Hao’s dual-immortal-energy seal.
“Where else can you run?” Shi Hao’s voice was ice as he stared down the assassin.
At the same time, he threw a slow, silent punch. Faint glimpses of time fragments swirled—the *Samsara Fist*, tempered in the ten-zhang chamber and the dark prison, now perfected.
Samsara—not just life and decay, but fragments of time dancing in eerie, mesmerizing splendor.
The assassin burned everything, resisting with all his might.
Yet it was futile. The punch landed, his defenses shattered, his remaining upper body fracturing into pieces.
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao’s eyes narrowed. A blurred portal flickered—the assassin’s flesh and soul fragments lunging toward it.
“Mirror Realm—Gate of Divinity, open!” the soul chanted.
Within the mirror, his form began to solidify—on the verge of vanishing.
“You’ve hunted me time and again—yet still seek escape? Today, you stay forever!” Shi Hao’s fist, wreathed in time fragments, struck again.
*Boom!*
The mirror shattered. The assassin’s flesh and soul exploded, attempting to scatter as ten thousand streaks of light.
*Hum!*
Shi Hao’s hands formed a seal—an *Earthly Crucible*, the same used to temper his body. Now, it trapped the assassin.
“Refine!”
*Bang!*
In an instant, the cold-blooded supreme was reduced to ashes.
The crucible vanished. Shi Hao coughed blood, his wounds widening. Some limbs nearly detached, held together only by the two immortal energies, which also sealed his heart and brow, preventing further collapse.
“And you!”
Despite his injuries, he pressed forward, confronting the Ancient Sacred Son.
The Sacred Son stood his ground. He knew escape was impossible—Shi Hao had locked onto him.
Scriptures shook the heavens, divine flames roared. The ruined battlefield erupted as the Sacred Son chanted, summoning the war souls of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
*Boom!*
Countless spectral figures materialized, merging with him. His aura skyrocketed to its peak.
The *Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture*—profound and unfathomable. This was but one of its applications, the Sacred Son’s mastery.
*Bam!*
Shi Hao clashed with him—in truth, battling the lingering heroic spirits of the world.
Light swirled, souls howled. The battlefield became a maelstrom of slaughter and war.
Injured, Shi Hao couldn’t fight at full strength—his body would disintegrate. With a flick of his fingers, the *Sword Intent of a Single Blade of Grass* manifested—countless sword beams, indestructible, piercing toward the Sacred Son.
*Clang!*
A metallic ring echoed as the Sacred Son’s fist met the blades.
Shi Hao’s eyes flashed. He recalled—this man had once bathed in an unknown divine liquid, infused with chaos, rendering his flesh nigh-indestructible.
Even the claws of his battle companion, the Golden-Striped White Tiger, had gleamed with chaos light.
And the Sacred Son? His entire body had been tempered in that pool—a monster beyond measure.
“No time to waste,” Shi Hao murmured. His body’s cracks multiplied.
*Swoosh!*
He summoned the Great Luo Immortal Sword, wrapped in twin immortal energies—a peerless edge, a rainbow of annihilation.
*Thud!*
Even the Sacred Son’s chaos-tempered flesh couldn’t withstand it. A ghastly wound split open, blood pouring.
“Die!”
In the frenzy of battle, Shi Hao unleashed every technique. The sword gleamed, piercing all defenses—driving into the Sacred Son’s brow.
A single, tragic blood blossom bloomed.
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