Volume 3 - Chapter 371: Imperial Dao Sword Technique - Part 3
But that Sword Dao true essence shattered like a mantis trying to stop a chariot before the Five Absolutes Sword Slash, vanishing in an instant. Blood gushed from Jianxin's mouth.
His immortal power erupted from every pore, condensing into countless sword auras that surged toward Li Hao’s sword like a torrential downpour. Yet every streak of sword aura was extinguished, and without hesitation, a single slash cut through everything.
For a moment, time seemed frozen. Even the riotous energy atop the imperial platform fell into a strange stillness.
Then Jianxin’s body split open—from forehead to chest.
Before the cracks could widen, his entire body exploded into a mist of blood. And within every speck of blood, countless minute sword energies stirred like maggots gnawing bone, obliterating the remnants of flesh and blood in an instant!
It all happened in a blink, and yet—suddenly—the space where Jianxin had stood froze in time. Even the shattered blood mist and Jianxin himself were locked in place.
Then, the tiny sword energies within the blood were erased by an unseen force, vanishing without a trace.
That power appeared as if born from a decree of “Manifesting Dao with Words”—indescribable, unknowable, inviolable.
Amid the chaotic fragments of blood, only Jianxin’s primordial spirit remained. It floated dazed in midair, covered in dense cracks.
With his primordial spirit exposed, everyone could now see it was lined with over two hundred Golden Primordial Spirit Bones!
Such a number of Golden Primordial Spirit Bones—within the True Immortal Realm—was a truly shocking sight.
But so much had just happened so quickly that the entire Southern Domain fell into dead silence.
Countless people stared wide-eyed, jaws slack, dumbfounded by what they had just witnessed.
What just happened?
Jianxin—who had just unveiled the sixth level of the Sword Dao origin—had been blown apart into blood mist with a single slash?
Though his primordial spirit remained powerful, the fractures etched into it seemed to scream to the world that the sword that destroyed him was even more terrifying.
“How is this possible? How can this be!!”
The same thought echoed in the minds of countless onlookers, all shaken to their core.
The sixth level of Sword Dao had lost. It actually lost!
“That… that guy…”
On the mountaintop, Gui Lingyue stared blankly at the scene. Her mind was empty, the shock too much to put into words.
Beside her, the previously composed Gui Lingshuang was also stunned, her usual indifference swept away.
Jianxin, who had just displayed the sixth level of the Sword Dao, had already reached a level where even they felt pressure. None of them could confidently say they would defeat him.
And yet, this monster-level genius had been defeated—defeated by Li Hao!
“What kind of sword is that? It felt like… like facing Grandfather…”
“The Imperial Sword… that’s an Imperial Dao Technique…”
Gui Lingshuang murmured under her breath.
Not far away, Shen Wuji’s mouth hung open, forgetting even where he stood. He never imagined the battle would end like this.
He had thought Jianxin was the true hidden terror. And yet… the real monster was that other guy!
He only has a soul lifespan of a hundred years—how can this be?!
Shen Wuji’s mind buzzed with disbelief.
Judging by the power of that sword, Li Hao had only used a fraction—perhaps less than fifty percent—of his true strength during their own battle.
Had he… really been defeated that utterly?
Dazed, Shen Wuji’s eyes grew lost. Even though he had previously lost to Li Hao, his Dao heart remained intact. He held onto his pride—believing that so long as his Dao heart was unshaken, his loss wasn't complete. He had refused to allow himself to lose anything more.
But now, even his Dao heart wavered.
They said this generation’s prodigies were the greatest in ten thousand years, with dozens of peerless talents rising at once.
But that guy—he was a once-in-a-hundred-thousand-year monster!
Elsewhere, the other True Immortal Realm participants were all in a daze.
No matter how much pride they held, at this moment, all of them understood: anyone who faced either of those two would surely lose. But for someone as terrifying as Jianxin to be defeated… that defied belief!
The wind stirred the mist, ruffling the white robes of Emperor Linchen. His once-serious expression had shifted into something vacant. It took him a long time to recover, to gaze at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure standing with his back to them.
He had once thought Li Hao was merely an interesting, like-minded person. As far as strength went, he had never considered him a true opponent. His one goal was to defeat the Supreme Disciple and seize first place.
But now… he suddenly laughed—his shoulders shaking with the motion.
“So you’re the most outrageous one after all.”
Still chuckling, he murmured to himself, even as his hand unconsciously clenched tighter around the wine flask.
As one born of imperial blood, he had never imagined that within the same realm, someone else could surpass him.
And yet… this person had done it—despite such a young soul lifespan.
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