“He’s alive, he’s still alive!” Jun Dao roared, alerting everyone and calling for their support. At this moment, even though he had Shi Hao impaled on his silver spear, fear gripped his heart.
The aura emanating from Shi Hao was terrifying, like a human-shaped ferocious dragon breaking free from its chains. His eyes were cold, blazing with fire, as if they could incinerate the heavens.
With a thunderous roar, Shi Hao unleashed a divine sound attack while still suspended mid-air.
“Ah—!”
Jun Dao shuddered as if struck by lightning, his entire body convulsing, his face turning deathly pale.
“Boom!”
Like the roar of a mountain flood, the shockwave from Shi Hao’s bellow transformed into towering ripples of white energy, surging forward like a collapsing mountain.
Jun Dao coughed up a mouthful of blood, unable to fathom the sheer power of his opponent. A single shout, like thunder splitting the sky, had left his entire body trembling.
Gripping his spear with both hands, Jun Dao’s gaze turned icy. He violently shook his weapon, disregarding the earlier warnings from the formation master. Even if this body was valuable, it could no longer be spared!
“Clang!”
The silver spear gleamed as he channeled all his strength, hoping to shatter Shi Hao’s body into pieces.
“Shh—!”
At that moment, Shi Hao merely grasped the spear’s shaft with one hand, preventing its runes from erupting and destroying his flesh.
His other hand rose high before slashing down like a divine blade. A blinding light erupted as his palm severed the silver spear with a sharp “clang!”
With a thud, Shi Hao landed firmly on the ground and immediately lunged forward.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye—so fast that no one could react. No one had expected Shi Hao to return from the dead!
What was happening? Shi Hao had clearly perished—his brow pierced, his heart impaled by the spear. Yet here he was, revived as if defying the heavens!
His resurrection caused chaos. Everyone was horrified by his overwhelming dominance in that instant. If he fully recovered, disaster would follow—many would die. Everyone attacked at once!
Jun Dao retreated at full speed, knowing he was no match for Shi Hao. Even if Shi Hao’s body was cracked and on the verge of collapse, he had cultivated two strands of immortal energy—an invincible force!
Two strands of immortal energy—this was an absolute myth of invincibility. Once word spread, it would shake the world. Such an achievement was unimaginable, the pinnacle of glory!
Yet, Shi Hao was even faster. A blur of motion, and he was already upon Jun Dao. Others tried to intervene, but none could match his speed—all their attacks missed.
“Why did you summon his remnant soul?” Jun Dao seethed with regret and fury, cursing the Ancient Sacred Son in his heart.
They had revived this calamity! It was beyond words. He wished he could cut down his own allies in frustration.
“Where do you think you’re going?!” Shi Hao’s voice boomed as he appeared beside Jun Dao, his form flickering like light itself.
“Die!”
Jun Dao roared, unleashing everything he had. Runes covered his body from head to toe, burning like wildfire.
He pushed himself to the limit, desperate to hold Shi Hao off and buy time for rescue. If he could just endure, he might survive.
“Boom!”
Infinite runes erupted, dazzlingly bright—this was his divine ability, the *Heavenly Balance Art*, said to weigh even the heavens themselves. Thunderous and unfathomable in power!
A shockwave of terrifying light exploded outward, sending many flying, coughing blood as their bodies were battered.
This was a supreme divine ability—both offense and defense, unstoppable!
A radiant glow enveloped Jun Dao like a miniature sun, with him at its center, dazzling and blinding!
“Thud!”
Yet, with a soft sound, a single arm pierced through the light barrier effortlessly. The *Heavenly Balance Art* failed—it couldn’t stop Shi Hao’s right arm.
His expression cold, Shi Hao shattered the supreme divine ability with ease.
“What?!” Jun Dao paled, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat drenching his back.
“Break!” he shouted, blocking with the broken spear, swinging it like a falling sun, runes boiling.
“Crack!”
To his horror, Shi Hao’s arm, entwined with immortal energy, shattered the spear and reached for him—unstoppable.
Jun Dao panicked, blocking with his arm and unleashing his most powerful punch.
“Thud!”
Shi Hao’s right hand seized his fist and squeezed. A sickening crunch echoed, making everyone’s hair stand on end.
All eyes widened as they froze in place—the sight was too horrifying.
Jun Dao screamed, his face drained of color. His fist deformed under Shi Hao’s grip, crushed like a walnut, bones snapping.
How terrifying was this strength? A punch from an ancient freak, obliterated so easily—his hand bones shattered, leaving everyone pale.
“Ah—!” Jun Dao howled, his fist igniting as he desperately tried to break free, even willing to sever his wrist and detonate his fist to wound Shi Hao.
Shi Hao released his fist and seized his arm instead.
“No!” Jun Dao shuddered, shaking his arm violently, chanting incantations to reinforce himself, slamming it into Shi Hao.
“Snap!”
The crisp, horrifying sound of bone breaking echoed.
“Thud!”
Then came something even worse—Shi Hao merely tugged slightly and tore Jun Dao’s arm clean off, blood gushing.
He tossed the arm aside casually.
The sheer dominance was terrifying—like a demon king plucking a straw man’s limb effortlessly.
“Thud!”
Shi Hao gripped Jun Dao’s throat and lifted him high, finally stopping to coldly survey the crowd.
Jun Dao struggled weakly, but it was futile. Shi Hao, wrapped in two strands of immortal energy, was impervious to all techniques.
At this moment, everyone was stunned, frozen in place.
This was the power of someone with two strands of immortal energy—peerless through the ages, unrivaled in glory!
“We shouldn’t have summoned his soul… we shouldn’t have!” someone trembled.
It was like opening the gates of hell, unleashing a demon god, filling them with deep despair.
Many faces were pale, speechless.
This was self-inflicted. Shi Hao’s body had been lifeless, his soul gone—until the Ancient Sacred Son used the *Nine Heavens Ten Earths Scripture* to summon him back.
“Why? Where was his soul just now?” someone muttered in disbelief.
The Ancient Sacred Son grimaced, at a loss for words. The other key figures, like the ancient freak from the Celestial Kingdom, felt the same.
Their intention had been to trace Shi Hao’s remnant soul and uncover an ancient mystery.
According to the natives, in the previous era, a peerless genius had also cultivated a second strand of immortal energy—only for his soul to vanish.
The Ancient Sacred Son, wielding the *Nine Heavens Ten Earths Scripture*, had tried to summon the remnants—but instead, a complete soul returned.
Hearing their furious outcries, Shi Hao grinned. “Thank you.”
The Ancient Sacred Son nearly vomited blood. Though not hot-tempered, he was on the verge of roaring—this humiliation was unbearable. They had helped their enemy return!
“Let’s talk this out—release Jun Dao,” someone pleaded.
“All because of… the *Nine Heavens Ten Earths Scripture*!” the ancient freak from the Celestial Kingdom muttered bitterly. This outcome was disastrous.
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Shi Hao said coldly.
Those words made the Ancient Sacred Son and others feel their blood boil like raging rivers, yet they had no retort.
“Shi Hao!” Jun Dao gritted his teeth, humiliated beyond measure. No matter what, he had once been an ancient king—now reduced to this.
Shi Hao’s chest heaved—his wounds were severe, his heart pierced by the spear. But with two strands of immortal energy, he was different.
“You were the first to impale me on a spear. Now, it’s your turn to die,” he whispered, striking Jun Dao.
Jun Dao screamed, his body burning as he fought desperately, even attempting to self-destruct.
But it was futile. Shi Hao tore him apart effortlessly, like shredding a paper boat.
“Thud!”
Finally, Shi Hao pulled the broken spear from his own body and drove it through Jun Dao’s brow.
Jun Dao perished—unlike Shi Hao, no one would summon *his* soul back. His spirit was obliterated.
The reversal was staggering. Moments ago, Jun Dao had Shi Hao impaled on his spear. Now, Jun Dao was dead, and Shi Hao had revived!
“Hmm?” Shi Hao’s brow twitched. His soul was now unimaginably strong—he sensed the formation master moving stealthily, deploying formation flags.
“Shh—!”
A streak of light—Shi Hao left an afterimage as he charged.
“Stop him!”
The Celestial Kingdom’s king roared, ordering everyone to block.
Countless beings surged forward, including some natives. They had to buy time—perhaps the formation could kill him.
The formation master was swift, already deploying a row of formation flags, murderous light surging.
Yet, with a “thud,” all his efforts were wasted. Shi Hao’s speed defied reason—wrapped in two strands of immortal energy, he was upon him instantly. A single slash of his palm sent the master’s head flying, blood spraying.
Without pause, Shi Hao lunged at the Celestial Kingdom’s king, thrusting a finger like a sword toward his brow.
The ancient freak from the Celestial Kingdom shuddered. Once the hunter, he now felt like prey.
The Ancient Sacred Son chanted the *Nine Heavens Ten Earths Scripture*, attacking from afar to suppress Shi Hao. Summoning his soul back had been their gravest mistake—he had to fix it.
“Humph!”
Shi Hao merely snorted, his divine sense overpowering the scripture’s chant.
The Ancient Sacred Son trembled, his brow splitting as blood trickled. Such terrifying soul power—he had nearly been overwhelmed!
“Boom!” Shi Hao’s next shout exploded like thunder, tearing many apart. His strongest divine sense struck again, deepening the Ancient Sacred Son’s brow wound.
This was horrifying—his soul power alone could devastate enemies.
“Clang!”
At the center, Shi Hao caught the Celestial King’s bloodstained divine sword between his palms and snapped it with a twist.
“Slash!” the Celestial King bellowed—a dark assassin forced into open combat.
“Snap!”
The divine sword, a transcendent treasure, shattered under Shi Hao’s grip, his hands wreathed in immortal energy.
“This…” Everyone was stunned. How could they fight this? With two strands of immortal energy, he was invincible!
“Thud!”
Shi Hao unleashed a barrage of strikes, runes blazing.
The Celestial King fought back with all his lethal techniques, also wielding a strand of immortal energy.
“Thud!”
But against two strands, he was outmatched—sent flying, his body riddled with cracks like shattered porcelain.
“Thud!”
Under Shi Hao’s final strike, the Celestial King’s body split apart from the feet upward, blood gushing.
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