The air around the Immortal Dao Arena seemed to have frozen solid.
Gu Jianyun's crushing defeat was like a heavy hammer, viciously striking the hearts of every Heavenly Pride from the Three Thousand Provinces.
The Sword Valley heir, once lofty above all and hailed as an undefeated legend, had not even withstood a single move before the youth named Desolate.
The Grass Character Sword Art had severed not only an ancient divine sword, but also the courage of those below the arena to challenge him.
Shi Hao stood quietly at the center of the arena.
Three Immortal Qi circled his body—one black, one white, and one chaotic—like three True Dragons of creation swimming through the void.
The successive slaughter had not exhausted him. Instead, it had thoroughly stirred his profound reserves to life.
His blood and vitality were like a dormant volcano, ready at any moment to erupt with power capable of burning heaven and earth to ash.
Corpses lay strewn around the arena, crimson blood slowly flowing down the ancient stone steps and seeping into the mottled traces left by time.
The arena beneath Shi Hao's feet had already become a true forbidden zone of death.
Those Heavenly Prides who had once coveted the Immortal Dao's fortunes and sought to wear him down through a gauntlet of battles now all kept their distance, their eyes filled with nothing but deep awe and fear.
Yet this silence did not last long.
With Gu Jianyun's departure, those truly invincible figures standing at the pinnacle of the Immortal Ancient Small World could finally no longer hold themselves back.
The balance of this heaven and earth was utterly shattered, and a feast belonging to the supreme kings officially began.
A low rumble came from the void, like ancient war drums being beaten.
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