Volume 3 - Chapter 416: One Sword to Sweep Away All Evil, Only the Bright Moon Illuminates the Rivers and Mountains (Part 1)
Die!!
No words. No excess motion.
Li Hao’s hair billowed wildly, his eyes lit like stars. In a single step, he appeared before the black-veiled woman like an enraged deity, blotting out all shadow.
He raised his hand.
The Taowu Immortal Sword roared to life. Sword light surged nine thousand miles in an instant, seeming to pierce through the very heavens above the Devil Ancestor’s Dao Domain.
Then—he slashed down!
With a thunderous boom, the black-veiled woman had no time to react. She was still in a daze when that overwhelming force crushed her Dao Domain like dry leaves. As she began to channel her power to resist, the sword light had already twisted space and time, cleaving directly into her true body.
The black mist let out a shrill cry and exploded violently.
She was split in half by Li Hao—on the spot!
Before her scattered essence could reassemble, sword light flashed ceaselessly from his blade, slicing through her body like a storm of pear blossom petals in a downpour.
In the blink of an eye, her form dissolved into scattered mist and flying gore.
Li Hao lifted his foot and stomped down on a wriggling patch of black mist—crushing it to pieces.
This flurry of changes came too quickly. By the time the crowd registered what had happened, the black-veiled woman’s body had already been annihilated.
The entire Gusu Emperor Star fell into stunned silence.
That peerless genius among the demonkind, bearing the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal and standing at the ninth tier of the Immortal Lord Realm—had been cleaved apart by Li Hao!
He had crossed seven entire major realms… and shattered her!
What kind of power was this?
Countless eyes bulged. Faces froze in utter shock, too dazed to even form thoughts.
Even the demon prodigies aboard the black warship were stupefied. The disdain and arrogance on their faces vanished, replaced by blank disbelief.
Li Hao floated in the air. His unruly hair whipped in the wind. A terrifying and vast suppressive force surged from his body like that of a supreme killing god. His presence radiated majesty, greatness, and the aura of supremacy—unapproachable and divine.
He had already refined his Primordial Spirit Gold Bones to the limit—a bottleneck he could not push further.
What came next after the Gold Bones of the Primordial Spirit… was True God’s Blood.
Once True God’s Blood coursed through his veins, he would ascend to become a Supreme True God—reaching the final stage of the Primordial Spirit!
According to the legacy of Emperor Tianyang, the True God sealed within the Tower of the Honored Deity had survived the great war of the Ancient Fiends. Even Immortal Emperors perished, yet True Gods survived that catastrophe. Their ability to endure was nearly divine!
Now, Li Hao had stepped past the Gold Veins… past the Gold Bones… and touched the threshold of that final domain.
His flawless Gold Bones burned and fused into a single drop of True God’s Blood.
So this was how the bottleneck was broken—this was destruction giving rise to rebirth, life emerging from the brink of death!
That drop of True God’s Blood hovered above Li Hao’s head, blazing brilliantly like a crimson star.
Its radiance mirrored the glow of the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal on his brow, resonating as though heaven and earth had no other sovereign.
The Su Clan, the Jiang Clan, the Lin Clan—every elder and young prodigy watched, speechless.
All the world knew Lin Zhexuan, the North’s finest son, had no peer.
But now… the light of this youth cut through time itself, etched eternally into every soul present.
“He…”
Lin Jinrou stood frozen.
Since childhood, she had seen many men. All paled before her brother.
But now… before this young man, even her brother’s brilliance seemed dim.
And she wasn’t alone.
Su Wanqing, Su Wanxue, Jiang Huanhuan—everyone from the noble clans—all stood speechless with awe.
“True… True God’s Blood…”
Su Zhenyuan’s throat was dry, his eyes filled with shock. His burly frame trembled.
Such a monstrous talent!
The Immortal Emperor himself had arranged this marriage alliance—sending such a heaven-defying genius to the Su Clan. And yet… they had nearly cast him out!
“He crossed seven great realms, defeated a ninth-tier Immortal Lord, shattered the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal… a single drop of True God’s Blood… defying even the will of the Heavenly Lord…”
Jiang Qiuyu stared dazedly at the legend before her. She had led the Jiang Clan for years, stood at the pinnacle of the Northern Territories, and witnessed countless fleeting prodigies—geniuses who bloomed like fireflies, only to vanish just as fast.
But even those brightest stars paled in comparison to this youth.
Even she… even Su Zhenyuan and Lin Daogong in their prime… could not compare.
In the brief hush after that shockwave of awe, the entire Gusu Emperor Star erupted in thunderous celebration!
The people of the thirty-six thousand immortal cities stomped with joy, fists clenched, faces flushed, eyes rimmed red with emotion.
The Human Clan of the Northern Regions had suffered too long.
Outside the Emperor Star, on the more remote worlds, they were slaughtered like pigs and dogs by demons—no dignity, no hope.
Their enemies had come to their doorstep.
Even Lin Zhexuan, their greatest pride, had fallen.
No one had dared respond to the demonkind’s challenge… until now.
A peerless youth had risen from the darkness—bringing dawn, bringing hope.
Amid the deafening cheers, Li Hao’s eyes remained icy cold.
No joy. No pride.
The Taowu Immortal Sword in his hand surged with crimson killing intent, rising upward like a bloody storm that swept his hair into disarray.
A killing god descended.
The black-veiled demoness… was not yet dead.
Li Hao’s gaze swept the surroundings like a hunting falcon, searching for her hidden true life force.
Though her body had been shredded—reduced to mist—it meant nothing.
At their level, these demon prodigies no longer relied on blood to survive. Even without a single drop of blood, they could cling to life.
Just like the Crimson Whisker of the Spiritblood Clan—he had already demonstrated such methods.
This power didn’t come from cultivation alone—it came from bloodline, from race. It marked the line that separated ordinary prodigies from true monsters.
Li Hao did not grow careless.
He could still sense her presence in the air—her essence scattered and evasive, yet very much alive.
As his gaze swept the arena—
Suddenly, from the void within the Dao Domain, thick black mist oozed from the immortal energy.
The mist surged like a shroud of night, engulfing the entire arena.
This sudden shift silenced even the roaring crowd of Gusu Emperor Star.
Eyes widened in disbelief.
She… she wasn’t dead?!
The dense fog churned—and a dark figure slowly emerged from its depths.
Her body reformed, taking on once again the shape of the black-veiled demoness.
“You…”
The instant she reappeared, her voice was cold as frost, brimming with killing intent.
She opened her mouth to speak—but only managed to say “You…”
Before a terrifying sword strike cut her off!
That sword carried the might of True God’s Blood. It was fueled by the burning power of Li Hao’s entire Gold Bone frame. It pierced through the entire Dao Domain of the Devil Ancestor and struck her full-on.
The freshly reformed body was torn apart once more—her voice reduced to a wretched scream.
Li Hao’s attacks didn’t just destroy the body—they wounded the soul itself.
She had already taken hundreds of blows before—her form annihilated, her soul grievously injured.
Even though she reconstituted herself now… her strength had waned significantly.
“Die.”
Li Hao’s eyes flashed cold.
He stepped forward and unleashed hundreds more strikes.
Sword shadows layered atop one another—as if slashed across many different timelines.
In a blink, they all converged on a single moment—detonating in unison.
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