Chapter 358: The Battle-Heaven Clan - Part 2
Cheers erupted from the sect disciples.
Meanwhile, within the Yan Chu Immortal Dynasty, in one of the nine thousand immortal cities, the moment it was revealed that the one entering the battle was from their dynasty, a great roar of approval broke out. Countless voices shouted the name “Song Shuhai,” rallying behind him.
Whoosh!
On the Imperial Platform, a figure in a black imperial robe soared into the air and landed gracefully. His eyes, cold and sharp, locked onto Song Shuhai.
Song Shuhai's expression shifted slightly when he recognized the newcomer. Was it fate? Once again, he found himself facing a member of the royal bloodline from the Wang Qin Immortal Dynasty.
He had paid attention to them before. Among the Seven Immortal Dynasties, the Wang Qin royal family had the highest number of successful promotions—eight in total—which naturally increased the odds of a confrontation.
“Please,” Song Shuhai offered a slight cupped-fist salute, appearing every bit the refined and scholarly gentleman.
The young royal across from him, however, responded with a gaze full of disdain and contempt, offering no words.
At that moment, as the sealing formation’s barrier closed in, the battle teetered on the verge of eruption.
Without hesitation, Song Shuhai unleashed his Poetry and Calligraphy Dao. A vertical eye split open on his forehead—his Scholar’s Heart had awakened. He chanted loudly: “Let my heart of literature illuminate the scroll!”
Behind him, a Dharma Image surged into view—not a humanoid figure, but a massive scroll, painted like a vivid landscape.
“Hmph. Such petty tricks, and you dare show off before me?”
The young royal snorted coldly and raised a hand. In his palm, three distinct Dao-Origin Essences swirled—each radiating the aura of a Nine Sequences expert. They were unmistakably the Metal Dao, Water Dao, and Fire Dao.
“Break!”
As he swung his hand, the essences of water and fire began to merge, balancing each other in a mysterious harmony. In the next instant, the metal essence transformed into a long spear, fusing with the combined force of water and fire. The young royal vanished in a flash and charged at Song Shuhai like a bolt of lightning.
The pressure rolling off that strike made Song Shuhai's face go pale. The attacker was at the third sequence of the Nine Sequences, and the combination of water and fire had reached a near-perfect equilibrium, unleashing power far beyond that of either Dao alone.
In a rush, Song Shuhai activated his Scholar’s Heart. As his chanting intensified, beasts of wrath and torrential floods burst forth from his Dharma Image.
On a battlefield, this would make him an exceptional support cultivator. But here on the Imperial Platform, the moment his conjured beasts and floods emerged, they were instantly pierced by the royal youth’s spear. The entwined water and fire spun like a helix, casting red and blue light as it tore through everything.
Boom!
Song Shuhai conjured two defensive immortal techniques, but they were pierced in a blink. His body took a direct hit and was flung backward.
“I concede!” he cried out in haste.
He hadn’t had time to fully release his strength, but the sheer force behind that single spear made it clear he was outmatched. Even if he risked breaking his Dao-Origin Immortal Seal, he likely wouldn’t survive the blow—so he made the decisive call to surrender.
“Too late.”
The young royal’s eyes remained icy. His movement technique was illusory and dreamlike. In that moment, within the extreme domain of the Void Return Teleportation, his body reappeared before Song Shuhai, spear already thrust through his skull.
A soul—Song Shuhai’s primordial spirit—burst from his body and tried to flee. It stared back in terror.
“I already conceded!”
He shouted in desperation.
But the royal youth’s spear didn’t stop. His own primordial spirit, wrapped in golden filaments, burst from his crown and lunged at Song Shuhai’s soul with killing intent.
Compared to the royal youth’s primordial spirit, Song Shuhai’s was clearly weaker. Though he too had broken through the limit of the primordial spirit, the number of golden meridians within his was far fewer.
“This is bad!”
The Great Dream Master’s face twisted in fury and fear. He dashed forward—but was blocked by the sealing formation.
The royal youth’s primordial spirit raised a hand to strike—
Time froze.
A calm voice rang out across the terrace. “Is there a need to be so ruthless?”
The Celestial Guard Commander appeared out of nowhere. With a single wave of his hand, he blocked the attack charged with killing intent. Then he gently waved again, returning Song Shuhai’s soul to his body. A wisp of immortal power followed, quickly healing his injuries and erasing the water-fire Dao energy from his wounds.
“This match goes to Qin Mingyi of the Wang Qin Immortal Dynasty,” the Celestial Guard Commander declared on the spot.
He glanced at the royal youth’s gloomy expression and gave a small shake of his head. He understood that this was likely retaliation for Qin Xiangyu’s earlier loss—but even so, this level of ruthlessness was excessive.
Seeing Song Shuhai’s life spared, the Great Dream Master and Li Hao both exhaled in relief.
“That Wang Qin prince—he was trying to kill him on the spot!”
“Brother Song Shuhai had already conceded! And he still attacked!”
“Shameless! Trying to show off his viciousness before the Supreme and the emperors of all the immortal dynasties—so this is the arrogance of the Wang Qin royal clan?”
Voices of outrage spread through the sect’s disciples.
Yuexi stood dazed, a strange guilt beginning to well up in her chest.
She glanced at her senior brother with quiet remorse.
Li Hao’s gaze was cold as he stared deeply at the royal youth, saying nothing.
“Royal arrogance—they never bother to rein it in,” Gu Yan muttered, his face now tinged with killing intent.
“Overbearing indeed. Song Shuhai had conceded, yet he still tried to kill him!”
“I’ve heard stories about the Wang Qin royal clan’s superiority complex, and now I see it firsthand.”
“Hmph. What do you know? If he didn’t have the strength, he should’ve just surrendered at the start. No point waiting to be beaten down. On a real battlefield, who gives you a chance to beg for mercy?”
Within the Wang Qin Immortal Dynasty’s camp, a few considered Qin Mingyi too cruel—but most approved. To them, this was the harsh competition that true prodigies must endure.
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