“Descendant of chaos and sin, I have indeed come for you,” Ning Chuan declared, his silver hair gleaming, pupils shimmering like galaxies, and a dragon mark manifesting on his forehead.
Ethereal and peerless in his white robes, he exuded an indescribable pressure, gazing at Shi Hao as if a sovereign from the immortal realm had descended to pass judgment.
“You think too highly of yourself,” Shi Hao retorted. Though this man was undeniably formidable—strong enough to instill despair in the greatest talents of all clans—he remained unfazed.
“Your blood runs thick with impurity and sin. You deserve suppression,” the Six Crown King said, his tone grave for the first time, abandoning his usual serenity.
**Boom!**
With a single motion, he summoned clouds and rain, his palm sweeping forth like a collapsing pillar of heaven, unleashing a tempest of overwhelming force.
Winds split the sky, and radiant rain surged.
This was but a casual display of his vast repertoire. Ning Chuan had studied extensively, mastering the secret arts of sects like the Fire Cloud Cave and the Demon Dragon Dao Sect.
His treasure techniques were innumerable, his comprehension profound.
“Cloud-Reversing Hand!” someone gasped in awe.
The clouds carried threads of chaos, the rain condensed from lunar divine power—their fusion forming a devastating strike.
This was one of the Demon Dragon Dao Sect’s most fearsome techniques, embodying the axiom that clouds follow dragons, overturning rivers and seas. The battlefield erupted in turmoil.
Shi Hao snorted, his palm glowing as he unleashed a secret technique—a great dragon formed from his clawed fingers, a technique gleaned from the Yuan Heaven Secret Realm.
**Boom!**
The collision shook the heavens like clashing planets, unleashing catastrophic force. Clouds surged, rain poured, and dragon shadows soared, roaring into the sky.
This was a clash of treasure techniques, a duel of divine arts.
The battlefield vanished beneath a flood of bone inscriptions.
When the echoes faded and the inscriptions dispersed, the two stood apart, locked in a standoff.
“You think this is enough to suppress me?” Shi Hao taunted.
“A trivial strike. If this is all you have, I can end you with a flick of my wrist,” Ning Chuan replied calmly, his divine serenity restored.
He had exchanged a single blow with each of the three, testing their mettle.
Across six lifetimes, he had remained invincible. Now, in his seventh, he sought perfection—to suppress all enemies beneath the heavens!
Shi Hao remained unshaken, his composure unbroken. He had never bowed to anyone and would not be cowed now. “I fear it will be my hand that ends you,” he countered.
Meanwhile, Qin Hao stepped forward through the void. “Who do you think you are, challenging whomever you please? I’ll be the one to kill you!”
Driven by ambition, he had sought to spar with his elder brother and duel Shi Yi. Now, faced with the Six Crown King’s domineering presence, he could not resist the urge to fight.
The void trembled as Shi Yi strode forth, his black hair cascading like a waterfall, eyes blazing. “We had no quarrel, but you dare speak of ‘sinful blood’ and condemn the Shi Clan? Your fate is sealed.”
“He came for me,” Shi Hao said, stepping forward.
“Leave him to me! Neither of you interfere!” Qin Hao shouted, charging ahead, determined to face the Six Crown King alone.
The scene left onlookers speechless.
At Fallen Immortal Ridge, all beings were stunned. Who was this? The Six Crown King, a legend who had dominated his peers across six lifetimes. Yet today, three men were vying to kill him—an unprecedented spectacle.
Since when had Ning Chuan, unrivaled through the ages, been treated with such contempt?
Undeniably, the three Shi brothers grew ever more domineering, each more arrogant than the last. Unlike others, they did not revere the Six Crown King as an insurmountable peak.
“Fine. Don’t shame the Shi Clan. I’ll leave ‘Little Six’ to you,” Shi Yi said, halting with a faint smile.
Silence fell. *Little Six?* The audacity of the name was staggering, a mockery that would humiliate countless supreme beings across history.
Countless had prostrated before Ning Chuan, yet the Dual-Pupiled One had reduced him to a mere “Little Six”—a brutal insult.
Qin Hao chuckled, a rare break from his usual stoicism, before launching his assault.
Shi Hao smirked. His cousin, shrewd and calculating, had effortlessly tarnished the Six Crown King’s six lifetimes of invincibility with a single phrase.
Those three words would haunt Ning Chuan, a weapon for those who feared and resented him.
Yet Shi Hao also saw another side of Shi Yi. Despite their rivalry, when the Shi Clan was insulted as “sinful blood,” the Dual-Pupiled One set aside their feud, standing united against Ning Chuan.
“Your petty tricks cannot unsettle me,” Ning Chuan said calmly, unshaken.
“Die, Little Six!” Qin Hao howled, unleashing a mighty divine ability.
Even outside the battlefield, cultivators from various sects were stunned. The peerless, jade-like Ning Chuan, addressed so mockingly!
**Boom!**
The five elemental lights erupted, manifesting the purest forces of creation into a divine ring aimed at suppressing Ning Chuan.
Even the Six Crown King could not casually dismiss the supreme art of Mount Buzhou. He had to respond in kind.
**Hum!**
Qin Hao’s Everlasting Battle Armor shone, amplifying his technique’s power manifold—a terrifying sight.
Ning Chuan’s expression shifted. He struck forth with glowing palms, engaging seriously.
“Weren’t they enemies? Just moments ago, they were at each other’s throats. Now they unite?”
“The sinful blood descendants joining forces—this bodes ill!”
Ning Chuan’s followers murmured, their spines chilling with dread.
“Daring to utter ‘sinful blood’ in my presence… Letting you live is the true sin,” Shi Yi declared, his battle armor glowing.
Before anyone could react, he was upon them, a massive halberd sweeping forth like a tide of destruction.
“Retreat!” The followers panicked, hoping for Ning Chuan’s aid.
But Shi Yi was unstoppable. With a single swing, the halberd split the heavens, reducing eight or nine men to bloody mist—their treasures shattered, bodies severed.
**Sizzle!**
His dual pupils blazed, unleashing beams that annihilated the rest, leaving only a single survivor—a bleeding, trembling prodigy who fled ten thousand zhang away.
**Whoosh!**
Shi Hao intercepted, his Kun Peng wings carrying him like a divine streak.
“Six Crown King, save me!” the prodigy pleaded, his courage shattered.
**Bang!**
Shi Hao gave no quarter. His Kun Peng Fist erupted, reducing the man to nothingness.
All trembled. The Shi brothers were monstrous—the “youngest” challenging the Six Crown King, the “elders” slaughtering swathes with ease.
“Three supreme beings from one clan… This is terrifying.”
Every cultivator shuddered. If these three united, who could stand against them? They could overturn the Immortal Ancient itself!
“That so-called Six Crown King should be dealt with swiftly,” Shi Yi remarked.
Tension spiked.
“I agree. Better to crush him quickly than let him die gloriously,” Shi Hao added.
Their taunts made Ning Chuan’s brow twitch, his gaze sharpening.
Outside, the sects reeled.
The Fire Cloud Cave and Demon Dragon Dao Sect, tasked with guarding the Sinful Province, paled at the brothers’ might.
Those two “elders” were too dangerous—they sought to end Ning Chuan in haste!
“Had we known the borderlands were truly barren, we would have erased the Sinful Province long ago,” an ancient figure shrouded in chaos muttered within his war chariot, eyes brimming with terrifying dao patterns.
“Will the Six Crown King prevail?” his followers fretted.
The situation was dire.
“May Ning Chuan dominate Immortal Ancient, suppress the Nest Realm, and slay those three foes!”
“I believe in the Six Crown King’s glory. Six lifetimes invincible—he will crush the sinful blood descendants!”
In the Nest Realm, Shi Yi paced the void. “Cousin, you’re still young. You’ll struggle alone.”
Shi Hao agreed. Against such arrogance, the simplest solution was to crush him swiftly.
“I want to fight him!” Qin Hao insisted, though he knew he was outmatched.
“Rumor says the Nest demands blood sacrifice—strong essence to unlock its paths. His body holds transcendent blood. He’ll suffice,” Shi Yi mused.
“A fitting offering,” Shi Hao nodded, his Kun Peng wings erupting as he struck.
**Sizzle!** Shi Yi’s pupils unleashed world-rending beams.
All trembled. The three sinful blood descendants attacked as one, their might shaking souls.
“The Shi brothers—each more monstrous than the last—plan to sacrifice the Six Crown King to the Nest…”
Even Luo Dao, Lan Yichen, and Louis were stunned.
The rest stood dumbfounded.
“All three joining forces to slaughter Ning Chuan as an offering?!”
Many foresaw the Six Crown King’s tragic end.
Outside, hearts pounded. Against the Shi brothers’ savagery, even the Six Crown King would bleed.
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