Volume 3 - Chapter 383: The Monstrous Genius from a Hundred Thousand Years Ago - Part 1
"To die beneath this imperial-level technique—you may as well die without regrets!"
Ji Ming looked down at Li Hao with cold detachment. His earlier patience had long since run dry. This strike was not only a blow aimed at Li Hao, but a warning to the entire Southern Domain—a declaration to intimidate all other geniuses in the Immortal Lord Realm.
He didn’t care about revealing his strength. Even if his cards were laid bare, he remained the strongest.
To see through, yet be unable to resist—that was true despair.
As celestial force surged, Ji Ming’s Imperial Dao Nine Sequences Immortal Seal erupted with power. All nine sequences unleashed their origin force, each reaching the sixth tier of origin mastery!
Seeing this, Mingyue and Jianxin—watching from the nearby mist—visibly flinched, pupils contracting, their faces pale.
Jianxin, who had already accomplished a feat unseen in a hundred thousand years by mastering the sixth tier of the Sword Dao while only at the True Immortal Realm, was now overwhelmed. The oppressive aura of the sixfold origin of the Nine Sequences blanketed the entire field, revealing the stark difference between them.
And this wasn’t even Ji Ming’s trump card.
Just this alone—the sixfold origin of the Nine Sequences—was enough to easily crush Jianxin.
Standing in the void, Li Hao’s expression darkened as he felt the vast, ocean-like gap in power.
The pressure alone already required all his strength to endure.
"So this is the power of a quasi-imperial scion? It feels like even his casual strikes rival a perfected Immortal Lord."
"A sixfold origin Nine Sequences… that’s already the pinnacle that an average perfected Immortal Lord can reach!"
Countless cultivators looked up, completely forgetting about the obscured Li Hao. Their minds were consumed by the terrifying talent and might that Ji Ming displayed.
That sixfold origin power of the Nine Sequences condensed into Ji Ming’s palm. With cold eyes, he looked at Li Hao. He had said one strike—and he meant one strike. That single palm would not only kill Li Hao, but crush the morale of all other Immortal Lord geniuses.
Li Hao’s earlier Time Ferry had proven a formidable life-saving move—but now, in Ji Ming’s eyes, it was nothing but a decorative pillow—useless fluff.
"Emperor’s Lamenting Hand!"
He raised his hand.
The imperial pressure from the Dharma Image behind him, the imperial bloodline coursing through his veins, and the Nine Sequences Immortal Seal glowing on his brow—all activated in unison, transforming into a terrifying palm strike.
Ripples of time and space surged across the sky, as if an emperor’s hand from a distant age had emerged from the void, crashing down toward Li Hao.
The mists boiled. Space shattered. Time twisted.
Under that palm, even the nearby imperial platform trembled and recoiled, leaving only the youth beneath its oppressive descent.
Compared to the colossal imperial hand, Li Hao’s figure was as small as an ant. The power he radiated could not compare—it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree!
Straining his vision, blood seeped from Li Hao’s eyes under the crushing pressure. His flesh split inch by inch, and even his immortal body showed signs of collapse. His divine body squeezed out even more celestial energy as it cracked.
Every one of his extreme realms surged to their limits. His immortal transformation reached its peak. His consciousness merged with the heavens and earth. The Celestial Star Meridian behind him stretched to its absolute limit—nearly snapping.
With a low roar, he severed the Heaven and Earth Meridian in his body. His soul force surged, fusing perfectly with his flesh. His Form Dao and Royalty Dao also burned to their extremes—as he used the divine to guide the body, and the body as a sword!
He had summoned every ounce of his power. Yet under that immense palm that seemed to sever the very heavens, he was still completely overpowered. It was like a mortal crushed beneath a collapsing mountain—utterly unbearable.
In this desperate moment of life and death, an old man’s murmured voice surfaced in Li Hao’s mind.
The fishing ground…
His gaze flickered, as if grasping at something elusive—but it slipped through his mental fingers.
The giant palm gave no time for hesitation. It crashed down. The overwhelming force first shattered Li Hao’s Eternal Dao Domain of the Nine Sequences, reducing it to rubble.
At that moment, the entire Southern Domain fell into dead silence. Not a whisper remained. All eyes watched, stunned.
A rising star was about to be extinguished under that imperial hand!
Many couldn’t bear the sight. Veteran elders fell into mute sorrow and despair. That a peak genius of the human race should die at the hands of another—was this not the cruelest tragedy?
No one could intervene. No one could save him. All they could do was watch this young man’s final journey.
Within the heavens shaken by the imperial palm, only the divine flames burning on the youth remained—and even those were soon snuffed out.
"Haotian!!"
Wang Shanhe’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he let out a heaven-shaking roar. This ancient Immortal King reversed the domain barrier, bursting forth with a terrifying and overwhelming aura as he charged toward the quasi-imperial scion in the sky.
But the moment he moved, another aged figure appeared in an instant. An even more vast and terrifying domain descended, instantly locking Wang Shanhe in place, rendering him immobile.
The aura and power radiating from this elder caused the surrounding Immortal Kings of the Dream Clan, Wind Spirit Clan, and Hidden Sea Clan to all turn in shock.
This man—he was a ninth-tier Immortal King!
Just a step away from Immortal King perfection!
Such beings were exceedingly rare across the Southern Domain. In most of the top hundred clans, a single one could stand as a supreme elder.
And yet, this one… appeared to be merely a retainer of the quasi-imperial scion.
"Be silent."
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