Volume 3 - Chapter 415: A Drop of Divine Blood, Defying a Heavenly Lord’s Will (Part 3)
“You and I both bear the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal. That you were able to condense such a supreme mark proves you’ve been granted great fortune. But our cultivation realms are far too different. You shouldn’t have come just to die.”
Hei Ji’s voice was calm and cold. “Do you really think you can leap across seven full realms and defeat me?”
Li Hao said, “You talk too much.”
Hei Ji’s eyes lifted ever so slightly, but there was no anger. Compared to that Lin fellow, this human youth didn’t stir any killing intent in her.
But while she didn’t feel like killing him, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t.
In fact, it was precisely because of this boy’s terrifying potential that he had to be eliminated. Far more dangerous than Lin Zhexuan or any of the others—they couldn’t afford to let him live.
“Do you possess Emperor’s blood? A Chaos body?”
She looked at Li Hao with amusement. “What makes you think you can win? Or is this just to die beside that girl? Is this what you humans call… love?”
Li Hao didn’t answer.
He had no Emperor’s blood. He had no Chaos body.
What he had was this body—one that had once fallen into the abyss, and in that darkness, forged itself anew: using heaven and earth to shape its will, rivers and mountains to forge its bones, sun and moon to mold its flesh, and supreme Dao intent to serve as blood. That was the origin of the unique bloodline flowing within him now—the Haotian Bloodline, entirely his own.
Its strength depended not on ancestry or inheritance, but on himself—on the future he would carve.
Outside the arena, the purple-robed man and others turned anxious, afraid that Li Hao might surrender now that Hei Ji was stalling.
But within the arena, Hei Ji, despite her Dao-Origin Immortal Seal, was unbothered. She could see it clearly: this youth hadn’t come here to concede.
So she wasn’t worried. Until he had fought to the edge of despair, he wouldn’t surrender.
Seeing that Li Hao refused to respond, Hei Ji said no more. Her gaze turned cold.
Throughout history, countless prodigies had risen, only to fade like morning dew. To her, this boy was one of those fleeting flowers.
Such brilliance didn’t earn her admiration. Perhaps a tinge of regret. But to crush such a flower with her own hands—that held a certain satisfaction.
“Eternal Night.”
She raised her hand.
Instantly, a thick, all-consuming darkness spread out, engulfing the entire Demon Ancestor’s arena.
Outside, countless faces tensed.
“Concede! Hurry, surrender!”
Su Wanqing clenched her fists and stomped anxiously. But deep inside, she knew—Li Hao wouldn’t give up. If he had any intention of surrendering, he wouldn’t have stepped into the arena to begin with.
Was it worth it… for her sister?
A strange sorrow swelled in her chest.
“So powerful… Can he really hold out?”
“He’s only at the second stage of the Immortal Lord Realm—won’t he be instantly obliterated?”
From every corner of the Gusu Imperial Star, countless cultivators held their breath, staring at the scene with bated anticipation.
Then suddenly—
A blazing sword light erupted.
It was crimson. Ferocious. Like ten thousand years of bloodlust exploding all at once.
Slash!
Li Hao’s hair flew wildly. A blood-red sword appeared in his hand—none other than Taotie.
Now that he had entered the Immortal Lord Realm, he could finally wield this Immortal Weapon as a true sword.
In the past, he had only been a vessel—feeding it Immortal power and letting it act on its own. But now, he was its master. Now, Taotie was a blade in his hand!
“Master, let’s begin!”
Taotie’s will surged with bloodthirst and savagery. It sensed it too—this battle would be more difficult than anything in the Southern Region. Perhaps ten times harder.
Man and sword became one.
Murderous intent surged in Li Hao’s gaze. In that moment, he fused all his mastery—time, space, form control, even the sword intent of the Five Absolutes Imperial Sword—into his own sword path.
His first strike was also his strongest. It embodied his current limit.
The Sword of Sovereignty—cleaving all that lay before him.
Boom!
Violent sword intent howled in anguish, soaring nine thousand miles into the sky, as if to tear the Demon Ancestor’s arena asunder. Even within the merging laws of Eternal Night, that sword light shone dazzlingly.
The myriad Great Dao laws wrapped around the sword aura. Combined with Taotie’s innate baleful power, they prevented the Eternal Night from closing its rift.
“So powerful…”
“This is his sword? His true strength?!”
Outside the arena, Su Muqing, Su Wanqing, and others were stunned, lost in awe.
They had witnessed his swordplay before—back when he claimed first place at the Sword Pool. That strike had been impressive, dazzling.
But it was nothing compared to this.
The sword pressure spread, and from within that terrifying aura, a trace of imperial will surged forth—like dawn piercing the dark.
That was what left them all shaken. His sword contained the shadow of the Imperial Path!
Even Lin Zhexuan’s divine spear had carried such imperial intent. In this regard, Li Hao had not fallen behind him at all.
Lin Zhexuan’s face turned grim. A cold gleam flickered in his eyes. Though the boy’s sword intent held imperial traces… in terms of sheer mastery, it still fell short of his spear.
Boom!
The sword struck.
Its edge fell upon Hei Ji’s head—only to be caught.
Yes, caught.
Her snow-white hand reached up and grasped the blade.
The sight left the crowd reeling. Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
A sword this divine, this overwhelming, had been caught so easily by that pale, flawless hand?
The terrifying imperial might slowly dissipated. The sword aura was snuffed out, crumbling moments later.
Compared to how she had blocked Lin Zhexuan’s ultimate spear strike earlier, Hei Ji was even more composed this time—utterly unharmed.
Watching this unfold, the awe in everyone’s eyes turned to despair.
The gap… was simply too wide.
Though Li Hao’s power had shocked the world—strong enough to challenge ordinary ninth-stage Immortal Lords—he was facing a peak genius of the same realm!
“The gap is too great…”
Su Muqing’s face turned pale. She bit her lip.
Su Wanqing was frozen in place, blood drained from her face.
“There’s no way he can win…” Lin Jinrou and others looked on, conflicted.
Inside the arena, Li Hao stared at the veiled demoness who had caught his blade so effortlessly.
His heart sank a little deeper.
He’d never expected that strike to defeat her. It was just a probe.
But the result… was far worse than he anticipated.
She was far stronger than he had imagined. This battle—he had no confidence of winning. Stepping into this arena… was gambling with his life.
In truth, even if he had confidence, this duel still cost him everything.
Because once it ended—win or lose—his identity would be exposed.
The Southern Region would know.
Only he understood what he had truly given up by stepping onto this battlefield.
But he didn’t regret it.
“Your sword realm… still falls short.”
Hei Ji crushed the sword aura in her palm, then waved her hand like brushing away a wisp of smoke. Her tone was calm.
Li Hao nodded slightly. “True.”
He accepted her judgment.
And in that same instant, he silently summoned his status panel.
Add points.
The True Meaning of Chess—inserted into Sword Dao!
With that, a vast torrent of Dao intent flooded into his sea of consciousness.
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