Volume 3 - Chapter 365: Defeating a God - Part 2
As Shen Wuji stood upright, Li Hao’s gaze turned razor-sharp. The might surrounding him surged once again. Bones cracked and popped across his body as he unleashed Heaven-Earth Manifestation. His form expanded violently, revealing his true physique.
This was the Saint Physique cultivated in the Saint Realm. Behind him, a Dharma Image of heaven and earth took shape. Within that image, faint silhouettes of various Saints circled—these were the embryonic forms of the Heaven and Earth Dharma Image of All Saints, a form even mightier than the standard Heaven-Earth Dharma Image, its pressure tenfold greater at the very least.
In the next breath, Li Hao entered the extreme state of Immortal Ascension.
His body merged seamlessly with the world, fusing with the true realm and drawing upon vast, boundless immortal power.
Amid this perfect fusion, he vaguely touched a trace of a Heavenly Lord's Will—and borrowed its might for himself.
"Heaven’s power is my power. Heaven’s will is my will!"
Li Hao clenched his fist. Immortal energy surged and compressed, sending terrifying ripples through the air.
Seeing that colossal fist, an elder of the Ancient God Clan outside the imperial platform turned pale. Even separated by the barrier of the sealing array, he could sense the terrifying power condensed on the youth’s punch.
That power was like a star on the verge of detonation—unfathomably immense.
“Young Master, don’t face it head-on!”
He cried out in alarm, but the sealing array cut off sound. The outside world could not interfere. Within the formation, one could only guess at external speech by lip-reading. But amidst such a battle, neither of the two combatants would spare a thought to deciphering anyone’s lips.
“He actually borrowed the Heavenly Lord's Will…”
Within the clouds, emperors like the Red Emperor stared solemnly at the scene.
The boy’s performance was beyond all expectations, and even they felt a twinge of shock.
Only the Emperor of Chu watched in grim silence, eyes locked on the battlefield.
He had already been informed of the youth’s talent by Yuan Xinggang, but what Li Hao now displayed far exceeded the hopes he had secretly held.
Boom!
Shen Wuji didn’t retreat—he had never known retreat in his life.
Though he sensed the terrifying power behind Li Hao’s punch, it only made the blood in his veins surge with fervor.
Calling upon the formidable strength granted by the prelude of his Battle Song, he combined it with Descent of the Ancient God to unleash the Divine Fist.
But the instant their fists collided, a vast will descended from above—a supreme, unreachable force glanced down at him from the peak of creation.
His mind reeled. In that fleeting illusion, an intense pain tore through him.
His fist shattered from the knuckles to the wrist, bones cracking and breaking one by one. Then came the arm, the shoulder, the chest…
With a thunderous crash, Shen Wuji’s flesh exploded. Golden blood sprayed into the air, his organs bursting apart.
He had taken the punch head-on—and his entire body was torn asunder, leaving only a skeleton wrapped in a few shreds of mangled flesh.
It all happened in an instant. One moment, he was whole. The next, Shen Wuji’s flesh was obliterated, leaving only a gleaming golden skeleton.
That skeletal frame—flawlessly intricate—had no trace of hair or flesh on its skull.
Looking closer, one could see fine cracks spiderwebbing across the bone.
“Young Master!”
The Ancient God Clan elder cried out, his voice full of horror.
Far away, in the Ancient God Clan’s territory, countless members watched with wide eyes and trembling hearts.
None of them had imagined that their proud genius, Shen Wuji, would be reduced to such a miserable state in this battle.
Within the clan, several elders wore solemn expressions. They had expected threats from the Imperial Clans during the Southern Domain clash—but had not foreseen a monster like this boy.
“The Nine Sequences Technique… truly extraordinary…”
One Ancient God elder murmured, gazing at the golden skeleton reflected upon the imperial platform, a trace of sorrow in his eyes.
In comparison, that youth clearly held the upper hand.
At this moment, Shen Wuji’s bloodied body flew backward across the imperial platform. Despite his grievous injuries, he was not dead.
However, his physical body had, in essence, died.
Which meant that—for a brief time—his primordial spirit would be forced to separate from the flesh.
“You…”
As his spirit left his body, Shen Wuji finally saw his physical form’s wretched state. His expression twisted with shock and fury as he stared at Li Hao.
In that brief clash, an unstoppable force had swept him aside. And now, looking at what remained of his body—he realized Li Hao had killed it with a single strike!
“Any more tricks up your sleeve?”
Li Hao did not strike again. In truth, with his current strength, he had no way of gathering a second punch like that one.
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