Volume 3 - Chapter 334: The Imperial Clan - Part 2
Emperor Linchen chuckled.
The two of them sat atop the mountain, casually chatting and clinking cups.
Seeing their relaxed demeanor, countless spectators outside the secret realm were dumbfounded.
In the projection of the True Immortal Secret Realm, other peerless geniuses were engaged in deadly pursuits—chasing and killing ancient fiends, or fleeing for their lives. Some had already fallen. Yet here, these two were drinking and chatting as if they were on a leisure trip.
Were it not for the mountain of ancient fiend corpses piled haphazardly behind them, one could almost mistake this place for a scenic retreat rather than the True Immortal Secret Realm.
"An Imperial Clan... That young man is actually a scion of the Imperial Clan!"
"Didn’t expect an Imperial Clan prodigy to show up at the Southern Domain Battle Assembly. It’s been ages since one of them revealed themselves."
"I heard rumors that an Imperial Clan genius would take part this time. Could it be him?"
"I wonder how this Imperial Clan genius compares to that Supreme Disciple?"
"As expected of the Imperial Clan... Something as rare as Dao Flame, he just gives it away like that? And they’ve only been talking for what, fifteen minutes?"
Countless gazes focused on Li Hao and Emperor Linchen, as the crowd broke into fervent discussion.
"That brat... Just a few words, and it’s like he and that Imperial Clan genius are already friends?"
Li Tiemu stared at the projected image, bewildered at the friendly exchange between the two.
The Great Dream Master gazed intently at the youth, his free-spirited smile stirring memories. It reminded her of a figure from countless years past—a person who once walked ahead of her, shielding her from wind and rain.
That same carefree, unrestrained air, yet shining with brilliance and unyielding resolve.
"Perhaps it’s just kindred spirits at first sight. Sometimes, friendship doesn’t need many words—if the first sentence clicks, then that’s a friend."
The Great Dream Master spoke.
These words were once said by that long-gone figure. Now, she repeated them aloud.
...
Inside the True Immortal Secret Realm.
Li Hao had nearly finished the wine in his flask. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes slightly glazed.
“You’re drunk,” Emperor Linchen said, glancing at him. “Stay by my side until the trial ends. No one would dare approach.”
“I’m not drunk.”
Li Hao shook his head, a light smile on his face. “I’m just letting the wine circulate. It hasn’t affected my movement yet.”
Emperor Linchen looked him over carefully. Seeing that he spoke the truth, he nodded. “My wine could put even an Immortal Lord three parts under. Seems your body is no weaker than one at that level.”
As they conversed, a whistling roar approached from the distance.
It was a young man with fiery red hair, his fists wrapped in blazing flame.
He spotted the two atop the mountain and immediately accelerated toward them.
As he drew near, his eyes lit up in surprise—it was truly a stroke of fortune to stumble upon the youth with the shortest soul lifespan.
As for the other one, he didn’t recognize him.
“Kid, you the one with a soul lifespan of ninety-six years?”
The red-haired youth hovered above, looking down with a raised brow at Li Hao.
“And you are?”
Li Hao looked up, frowning slightly—not out of fear of being attacked, but annoyed at the interruption to his drink.
“Then let me test if you’re worthy of standing here!”
The red-haired youth burst into laughter. He knew this short-lived youth had drawn massive attention. If he could defeat—or better yet, kill—him, he would make a name for himself throughout the Southern Domain.
From then on, whenever people spoke of this short-lived genius, they’d also mention how he was defeated by Ji Tianming in the very first round!
Whoosh!
Ji Tianming’s figure suddenly blurred. In a flash, he swung his flaming fists down toward Li Hao.
The flames around his fists surged like twin meteors crashing from the sky.
"Did I give you permission to disturb our peace?"
At that moment, Emperor Linchen’s indifferent voice rang out.
The smile vanished from his eyes, leaving only cold indifference—as if an emperor gazing down from the clouds, his apathy absolute.
As his voice echoed, the void froze in an instant, and then began to crack piece by piece.
And with the void, Ji Tianming was also immobilized. Even the flames on his fists were suspended, then began to shatter, inch by inch.
“No!”
His primordial spirit trapped within his body, Ji Tianming let out a despairing roar.
Yet no matter how he struggled, he could not move a single muscle. It was as if he’d been nailed to an invisible iron slab—limbs frozen, body beginning to fall apart.
“Don’t... don’t kill me...”
From despair and rage to a final cry of terror, all occurred in but a breath.
Feeling the unstoppable pull of death, Ji Tianming was overwhelmed with horror and instantly began to beg for his life.
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