Volume 3 - Chapter 382: Nine Sequences Immortal Seal of the Imperial Dao - Part 1
When the quasi-heir of the Imperial Clan spoke, the other Immortal Lord realm contestants from major clans only nodded slightly, their eyes turning cold as they looked toward Li Hao.
Though Li Hao's monstrous talent and his century-long soul lifespan had stunned the Southern Domain, none of those present were ordinary—each was a peerless genius in their own right. Yet now, due to Li Hao’s actions, the entire Southern Domain war meet had been suspended, giving a True Immortal stage youth the center stage.
The Hidden Sea Clan and Wind Spirit Clan both secretly let out a breath of relief. Just moments ago, Di Linchen had put them in an impossible position, but now that this quasi-heir of the Imperial Clan had stepped forward, they were confident: whether for his own prestige or that of the Imperial Clan, he would never allow Li Hao to leave alive.
Though he had struck only once, those of their cultivation level could already discern that this quasi-heir’s aura was utterly terrifying. Even with a formidable concealment technique, it couldn’t escape the scrutiny of those at the Immortal King realm. His cultivation far surpassed all other Immortal Lords present—he was at the seventh level of the Immortal Lord realm!
That was already considered the high ranks of the Immortal Lord stage. His comprehension of immortal laws was nearing perfection. Among these peerless youths, he could even slay elders who had reached the peak of the Immortal Lord realm!
The difference was not merely one major stage—but seven full levels within it! And this was no ordinary genius; he was a quasi-heir of the Imperial Clan. No matter how heaven-defying Li Hao was, there was almost no chance he could survive—unless the other side deliberately held back.
“Imperial Clan…”
Nearby, Meng Wanning and the other Immortal Kings of the Great Dream Clan wore incredibly dark expressions.
This had already been a desperate situation. With a Supreme observing coldly from above and refusing to interfere, now another formidable opponent appeared to obstruct them—was today truly destined to be Li Hao’s death? Was this youth really like one of those countless flickers in the River of Time, doomed to vanish in the blink of an eye?
“You!”
Di Linchen’s expression changed as he heard the other youth’s words. The usual cold detachment in his gaze now held both fury and killing intent.
But what met his anger was merely an indifferent gaze filled with disdain.
As a quasi-heir of the Imperial Clan, his status surpassed even that of Di Linchen. If Di Linchen failed to ascend to Immortal King and lost the competition for heirship, then he would only be a backbone figure of the clan—someone who, in the future, would obey the commands of this youth.
Looking into those eyes, Di Linchen knew them all too well. His anger and killing intent suddenly dissipated. He stared hard at the youth, clenched his fists, then slowly released them. Turning to Li Hao, he showed a look of apology and said:
“Sorry. I wanted to help you.”
Li Hao knew it wasn’t his fault and gently shook his head. “It’s alright.”
Seeing Li Hao’s calm demeanor, Di Linchen seemed to understand something of his state of mind. When a person was pushed to utter desperation, rage and madness became meaningless. What remained was merely the stillness before the storm.
He gave a faint twitch of his lips, locked eyes with Li Hao, and whispered:
“No matter what happens today, I will never forget you—my friend.”
Li Hao no longer clung to the hope of surviving, but he wondered whether, if he gave his all, he might at least tear a few feathers from this Imperial Clan eagle.
“Pity I won’t get to drink your wine again.”
Li Hao gave a slight shake of his head, his gaze locking onto the quasi-heir. His eyes sharpened as killing intent and immortal power silently began to gather within him.
Di Linchen, perceiving Li Hao’s intent to fight to the death, said nothing more. His purpose in attending the Southern Domain war meet was to gain access to the Original True Realm, strengthen himself, and return home to compete for the position of quasi-heir.
He had thought about transmitting a message to Li Hao, promising revenge. But in a moment like this, such words were hollow, so he said nothing in the end.
“What is your name?”
Li Hao stared intently at the Imperial youth and asked in a firm voice.
“You are not worthy to know my name.”
The quasi-heir replied coldly, his gaze filled with lofty disdain. It was an innate arrogance born of bloodline and station.
“His name is Ji Ming.”
Di Linchen provided the answer from the side.
Hearing this, Ji Ming’s eyes grew colder, and he glanced at Di Linchen.
It wasn’t that he minded his name being known. He simply believed these people were unworthy of even hearing it.
Others came to the Southern Domain seeking fame, hoping their names would be known throughout the world. But he had no such desire. As a member of the Imperial Clan, he disdained the idea of fame. In his eyes, beings like himself were akin to emperors in the heavens, while the rest were worms crawling in the mud. They weren’t even qualified to speak his name, for doing so would only sully its dignity.
“So arrogant, these people of the Imperial Clan!”
“What do you expect? He’s a quasi-heir! Even among the Imperial Clan, he’s an unmatched prodigy!”
“With the clan’s resources behind him, as a quasi-heir, he’s destined to become a top-tier Immortal King—he might even touch the threshold of a half-step Immortal Emperor!”
“If a quasi-heir is already this terrifying, then what about an actual heir?”
“Do you even have to ask? The heirs of the Imperial Clan are seedlings for future Emperors. With family support, unless they court death themselves, when have you ever heard of one dying in the last hundred thousand years?”
Voices buzzed across the Southern Domain. Countless people discussed the scene, shock and awe reflected in every pair of eyes.
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