Shi Hao transformed into a divine rainbow, his Kun Peng wings splitting the heavens as he descended into the depths of the mountain range with unimaginable speed!
Boom!
Boundless lightning surged around his massive wings, erupting in full force as it blasted forward—an unstoppable tempest of thunder.
“Who goes there?!” The strongest contemporary heir of the Divine Temple turned, his breath hitching as he beheld the sea of lightning. Though he himself wielded thunderous wings, the sight before him made his face pale.
The sheer power was overwhelming. Black and white lightning intertwined, surging like a collapsing river of stars, enveloping the land.
“Break!”
With a roar, the Divine Temple’s elite disciple, versed in supreme scriptures, summoned endless metallic energy from the void, channeling it from the Golden Spirit Realm to divert the storm of lightning—even attempting to harness it for his own assault.
Truly, Gu Meng was a prodigy of his generation, unmatched in strength, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the likes of Di Chong from the Immortal Palace, unrivaled across the three thousand provinces of the Upper Realm.
“Rumble—”
The lightning, guided by his metallic treasure technique, surged to the side, condensing into runes meant to serve his will.
Crack!
Suddenly, an arc of lightning exploded within the storm, detonating all diverted thunder and tearing the void into countless black fissures.
Gu Meng’s hair stood on end. He knew exactly who had arrived—someone capable of such power from such a distance. His heart pounded in shock.
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed as the thunderstorm swept across the sky, its might beyond belief.
Gu Meng was sent flying, choosing not to engage. The sheer force of the attack forced him into a hasty retreat, his expression grim.
As the Divine Temple’s contemporary Holy Son, hailed as one of the strongest of his generation in the Upper Realm, retreat was unthinkable—yet against Shi Hao, it was his only choice.
Even so, he barely escaped unscathed, his hair crackling with residual lightning as he stood in the void, shaken.
Xue Lin halted, her face a mask of shock. Already exhausted and grievously wounded, she turned to witness the spectacle.
Shi Hao emerged from the dissipating storm, his figure materializing atop a peak, his cold gaze fixed on the Divine Temple’s strongest heir.
Gu Meng’s heart skipped a beat. Steeling himself, he glared at Shi Hao. “Huang! Do you truly intend to challenge several ancient kings alone?!”
Shi Hao remained silent, his dark hair flowing, his eyes deep and unfathomable. Battle intent radiated from him, shaking the void as he scanned the surroundings for hidden arrays or traps.
After a moment, he spoke. “I’ve already slain one ancient king.”
His words were confident, domineering, fearless. He raised a hand, its brilliance illuminating the heavens.
In an instant, the clouds shattered, dispersing in all directions.
This was his battle intent—his invisible domain expanding, forcing all to submit or retreat.
Gu Meng frowned under the immense pressure, realizing his foe was even more formidable than he’d imagined.
“Huang, the enmity between you and the Divine Temple isn’t irreparable,” Gu Meng said.
“Speak,” Shi Hao replied coldly, his tone sharp and commanding.
Gu Meng’s brow twitched. Such arrogance! Did Shi Hao truly hold him in such contempt? A chill of killing intent crept into his heart.
“You slew our sacred beast, the Golden-Striped White Tiger. Compensation is due. Hand over that Snow Phoenix, and we’ll consider the matter settled,” Gu Meng demanded.
Xue Lin bristled, her snow-white feathers flaring in fury. Transforming into a stunning silver-haired maiden, she glared, though a grievous wound on her chest bled profusely.
“Gu Meng! Your Divine Temple dares disgrace my lineage after the humiliation your ancestors suffered at our hands?” she spat.
Shi Hao raised a hand to calm her. “The Golden-Striped White Tiger was quite tasty. Got any more?”
“You—! I offered peace, yet you mock me!” Gu Meng hissed.
Shi Hao’s fury erupted. “Xue Lin is my friend. You hunt her, then dare demand her as a temple guardian in my presence? Who do you think you’re insulting? Drop your petty schemes—you’re just stalling for time!”
Boom!
Shi Hao’s fist struck forward, shaking heaven and earth. The sheer force sent Gu Meng reeling, forcing him to summon treasures in defense.
Once confident, Gu Meng now wavered. But he only needed to hold out—he didn’t have to kill Shi Hao himself.
“Huang! So you’ve come!” A thunderous roar shook the Golden Spirit Realm.
A terrifying killing intent surged from the distance, manifesting as a towering black figure at the horizon—the Dark Divine Son.
His presence alone oppressed the entire realm.
“Kill!”
Gu Meng, emboldened, unleashed his full power, hurling treasures to buy time.
The Dark Divine Son hadn’t yet arrived, but his looming shadow was threat enough.
Spectators trembled, awed by the overwhelming might on display.
“Come at me, then!” Shi Hao stood firm, his right arm outstretched, crushing Gu Meng’s defenses with ease.
Crack!
A silver spear shattered midair. Gu Meng paled—Shi Hao had destroyed a divine treasure barehanded.
“Ah—!” Gu Meng roared, invoking the Nine Heavens Ten Earths Scripture. He refused to believe he couldn’t stall Shi Hao. If Di Chong had fought Shi Hao for thousands of rounds, he, no weaker, could hold his ground.
Shi Hao smirked. “Did Jun Dao not tell you the truth? Or do you two have a grudge?”
Suddenly, a crimson sword-light erupted, its killing intent shaking the realm.
“Heavens! The ancient king of the Celestial Nation has appeared!”
All recognized the horror of this strike—one capable of slaying true gods effortlessly.
The angle, the timing—all perfect for a fatal blow.
Shi Hao was the target. The Celestial Nation’s ancient freak had struck.
Whoosh!
Another sword-light flashed, radiant and domineering, clashing with the killing intent in a dazzling explosion.
A bloodstained divine sword vanished into the void—proof of the Celestial Nation’s ancient king.
But what stunned all was the appearance of another Shi Hao, wielding the Great Luo Immortal Sword, having intercepted the attack.
Was this the real one? The crowd reeled.
Boom!
The void shattered as a shadowy figure emerged, its palm crushing the sky, shrouded in black mist—the Dark Divine Son’s true form.
“Boom!”
The collision of their powers sent shockwaves like an ocean of divine force.
Spectators gaped. If the Dark Divine Son was here, who was the titan at the horizon?
The truth dawned—Gu Meng was bait. The Celestial Nation’s assassin was the real threat.
But Shi Hao had hidden his true body, striking at the critical moment.
The Dark Divine Son had done the same.
“Boom—!”
Heaven and earth quaked as the two clashed, light and darkness warring.
Nearby, Gu Meng seethed. Shi Hao had disdained him, sending only an avatar while ignoring him entirely.
Then his blood ran cold.
Around Shi Hao’s body swirled a strand of immortal energy—sacred and unfathomable.
“Jun Dao… you lied to me!” Gu Meng gritted his teeth. No wonder Shi Hao had mocked him. He’d been used as cannon fodder to distract Shi Hao.
Jun Dao had claimed Shi Hao hadn’t cultivated immortal energy—that it was all rumors. Even the Fallen Divine Son had failed.
Yet here was the truth.
“Where’s the Celestial Nation’s freak? Tell him to come out and fight!” Shi Hao roared.
Gu Meng burned with humiliation. Shi Hao’s true form hadn’t even glanced at him—his foes were only the Dark Divine Son and the Celestial Nation’s king.
“He’s gone. One strike is all he takes. He won’t strike twice in the same place,” the Dark Divine Son intoned, his shadowy form wreathed in dark flames.
“You dare face me alone?” Shi Hao laughed.
“Why not? I came for this battle,” the Dark Divine Son replied, his voice cracking the sky.
Gu Meng turned to flee.
“You threatened my friend, and now you think you can leave?!” Shi Hao’s avatar unleashed its full power.
A radiant sword of condensed runes appeared in its grasp, brimming with boundless dao truth.
Gu Meng wanted no part of this. He sensed betrayal—he’d been used.
The Divine Temple’s ancient Holy Son had been enraged by the death of his Golden-Striped White Tiger, but had hesitated to ally with others.
Now Gu Meng understood—if he died here, Jun Dao would use his death to rally the ancient Holy Son to their cause.
Fury and despair filled him, but Shi Hao paid no heed.
The sword-light tore through heaven and earth, magnitudes stronger than before.
“Pfft!”
Gu Meng’s head flew, blood arcing through the air. Despair filled his eyes—was this the power of immortal energy?
Before he could ponder further, his soul was extinguished by the invading sword energy.
His body fell, lifeless.
Shi Hao’s avatar merged with his true form as he faced the Dark Divine Son, his voice ringing out:
“Anyone else who wishes to fight—step forward!”
The crowd trembled. Such dominance! The image of Shi Hao beheading the Divine Temple’s heir was seared into their minds, yet here he stood, challenging all comers.
“Truly, Huang is peerless—his confidence is unmatched,” someone murmured.
His arrogance and fearlessness were innate, unshaken by any foe.
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