Volume 3 - Chapter 332: The Youth of the Ancient God Clan - Part 3
"True Immortal Realm, I am invincible!!"
He roared as he charged headfirst into the mouth of the Nether God’s shadow. The terrifying power of his primordial spirit descended like a maelstrom of blades, enveloping everything in its path.
His golden figure was swallowed, bombarded within the Nether God’s shadow.
Outside, countless people stared at the scene, tension etched into their faces.
Somewhere in the starry sky, atop a divine mountain within an ancient secret realm—this was the sacred dwelling place of the Ancient God Clan.
At this moment, countless survivors of the Ancient God Clan looked up toward the sky, concern in their eyes.
Among them, a timid young girl clasped her hands nervously, praying without pause.
"That youth of the Ancient God Clan is utterly mad!"
"Seeing such a terrifying formation, instead of fleeing, he charged forward!"
"Where is that youth now? Why hasn't he fled? This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to escape!"
Just then, someone noticed that high above the mountain range, Li Hao had not taken the opportunity to flee. Instead, he stood his ground, as if waiting for something, leaving them utterly bewildered.
"What is Haotian doing?!"
Li Tiemu also saw the scene and couldn't help but cry out, his face twisted with anxiety.
The Great Dream Master’s expression subtly changed. Her brows furrowed as she gazed intently at the youthful face in the reflection. Yet that face remained unnervingly calm, and his eyes glowed with quiet composure—there was not even a hint of panic.
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat. Could it be...
At that moment, the surrounding Ancient Fiends tightened their encirclement around Li Hao, preparing to launch their attack. But suddenly, the massive shadow of the Nether God halted, and then—golden light began to split through from within.
The eyes of the Ancient Fiends all shifted, shock flashing across their faces.
Then, from the eyes of the Nether God’s shadow, a golden avenue erupted like a score of celestial music, blazing forth as if divine light shot from its eyes.
Moments later, from that golden path, a figure exploded forth from the Nether God’s eye socket, his hair flying wildly, exuding an air of supreme arrogance and wild defiance!
That youth of the Ancient God Clan had emerged—his gaze proud and domineering. Behind him appeared a golden phantom—his Dharma Aspect—not fully revealed, but enough to borrow part of its power.
"You thought I was dead?!"
The Ancient God Clan youth swept his gaze over the many Ancient Fiends, his eyes full of dominance. With a loud roar, he raised his hand and summoned a golden war halberd, as if he were a young god of war. Then, he charged toward the Ancient Fiends!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At that moment, the Nether God’s shadow let out a soundless growl, and from its palm shot out countless bluish-green tendrils, aiming to bind the youth of the Ancient God Clan.
Without even turning his head, the youth swung his golden halberd, slicing through all the tendrils with ease.
The two royal Ancient Fiends of the Emperor Jiang lineage were both shocked and enraged. They had never imagined this youth could escape the Nether God’s devouring—a joint innate secret art of many Ancient Fiends. It shared the power of their primordial spirits and should have been inescapable even for someone at the First Level of the Immortal Lord Realm, let alone someone of the True Immortal Realm!
"A supreme genius? Even better!"
The two royal Ancient Fiends of the Emperor Jiang lineage shared a thought. With a raise of their hands, they drew upon the power of the surrounding Ancient Fiends, and a mass of purple-black flame suddenly condensed in the void.
This flame did not seem to belong to any celestial art. The moment it appeared, it roared forth at light speed and slammed into the youth of the Ancient God Clan.
Even he could not react in time, much less dodge.
But as the purple-black flame struck, it was as if a heavy punch had landed—it left no burning wounds on his body. Instead, within his body, a golden phantom was shaken out.
That phantom quickly solidified—it was the youth’s own primordial spirit.
This was an innate secret art of the Ancient Fiends—it could forcibly eject a primordial spirit and prevent it from returning to the body for a short time.
"Hmm?"
The primordial spirit of the youth looked down and instantly understood what had happened. Yet his eyes only grew sharper.
"I'm done playing with you—die!"
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