"The Red King's lineage is passable!" He Xian laughed, his bearing turning wild and cold, with the air of an invincible conqueror vying for dominion over the world, demonic and bewitching.
"No one dares belittle the Red King's lineage, not even your father, He Wushuang." Chi Menghong's hair flew as deep divine radiance surged around him. The injuries on his arms healed rapidly. He was utterly enraged.
"Die!" Chi Menghong roared. His unwillingness to yield and fierce competitive spirit drove him into a fury. The Emperor Clan was a legend of invincibility, and he could not be the one to shatter it.
"Come forth! The Red King suppresses the world and refines the Immortal Kings of the Nine Heavens!"
His voice was like a demonic chant from hell. A crimson furnace burst from his heart and grew steadily larger, radiating an aura of the utmost forbidden power, bright and blood-red.
"Steeped in royal blood, suppress the enemies of every world." Chi Menghong continued chanting in that demonic voice.
The Red King Furnace appeared. That peerlessly savage furnace, empowered by the heart's blood of the Red King's descendants, had returned to the world.
Though it was not a physical object and was not particularly enormous, it possessed an irresistible might, boundless in its grandeur, its magical power suppressing the world as though an entire great universe were bearing down.
A furnace that seemed capable of sacrificing the world appeared in the void.
The Red King Furnace!
This was the peerless Ancestral Art passed down by the one hailed as the fiercest King of Immortality in the Foreign Realm. He had once refined an Immortal King alive into bloody sludge and buried him within this precious furnace.
Later, it gradually evolved into this invincible Ancestral Art, inherited through the bloodlines of his descendants.
What Chi Menghong now unleashed was precisely this world-shaking, savage art!
Rumble!
The furnace flew slowly toward him.
He intended to draw He Xian into this crimson blood furnace and refine him into bloody sludge.
"Seal!" Chi Menghong shouted.
"Heaven cannot destroy me, earth cannot bury me. The Indestructible Golden Body battles all beneath heaven." He Xian shone all over like a being of immortal metal that had attained the Dao. His brilliance dazzled the world, and Dao runes glittered like stars filling the sky, covering his skin as he threw a blinding punch that was almost impossible to look at.
"Get lost!" His fist struck the great blood-red furnace with a deafening crash, unleashing an awe-inspiring divine sound.
The furnace was instantly sent flying.
"Draw him in!" Chi Menghong's expression remained unchanged as he steadied the retreating furnace and exerted power through both hands.
"Open!" With a clang, the Red King Furnace that had been knocked away spewed crimson clouds of light and opened its lid. Most eerily of all, a pair of bloodstained arms reached out from its body.
Their shattered battle armor made them look as though they were reaching out of hell.
Pfft!
Those arms were too fast. They seized He Xian's shoulders and began dragging him into the furnace to refine him.
An Immortal King's arms! Everyone knew that the Red King had once refined an Immortal King, causing the Red King Furnace Ancestral Art to mutate. It could be called the strongest among the strong, a great killing art capable of sweeping aside every enemy.
Rumble!
He Xian struggled with all his strength, but those arms were too hard. Breaking them through brute force was almost impossible. They wrapped around him and lifted him up.
Joy appeared on Chi Menghong's face.
Yet he did not grow careless. Instead, he let out a roar.
"Time Stop." He unleashed his clan's second peerless Ancestral Art. When even time stood still, the terror was unquestionable. All things froze; this was hailed as a secret art of certain death.
"Atone to our Red King's lineage!"
Yet within this seemingly settled execution, an unstoppable ray of sword light appeared, sweeping through heaven and earth. Snow-white and dazzling, it could pierce anything and shatter every defense.
It sliced straight through the frozen void and the Immortal King's remnant arms.
"A pity this sword art has only three forms." Within space and time, which had begun flowing once more, He Xian held two fingers together.
The two faced off again.
"What kind of monster are you?" Chi Menghong's expression turned exceedingly ugly.
His Ancestral Arts were clearly no weaker than his opponent's, yet they had been broken with ease.
"You've made me taste humiliation." Chi Menghong took the initiative to speak. He had actually begun fearing defeat, and dread welled up in his heart. This was utterly unacceptable.
"Kill! Let's settle this once and for all." Chi Menghong put away the Red King Furnace, and a fist-sized blood beast appeared above the crown of his head.
This was his primordial spirit, and also the appearance of his true form, hideously savage and ferocious.
It had the head of a flood dragon and the body of a lion, but instead of fur or scales, it was covered in crimson bone spikes, hard and glinting with a cold sheen.
Though small, he was extremely dangerous, belonging to what was hailed as one of the most terrifying races in the Foreign Realm!
This was a Time Beast, invincible wherever he went. Since ancient times, there had never been any particularly effective way to deal with his kind. They were also known as the undefeated race!
Now, Chi Menghong's primordial spirit hovered above his head, and one incense candle after another appeared around him.
Without question, he was gathering some supremely terrifying power.
Suddenly, all these incense candles ignited, their smoke blood-red as it rose in curling wisps.
He Xian's silver pupils shone, but he did not interrupt the process.
The incense candles flickered, smoke curled upward, and candlelight danced, profoundly mysterious.
What burned was time, and what was offered forth was the power to annihilate all living beings!
This was a sublimation of Temporal Dao Laws. Ordinarily, those who had not reached the Supreme Realm could scarcely comprehend it, much less devise such a method!
Even for a Time Beast.
Chi Menghong had succeeded. At his age, he could already wield such a divine ability, bringing forth the Time Incense Candles, burning the years and offering up the power to annihilate all things.
He Xian frowned, sensing an extraordinary pressure. It was a lethal threat. Burning the years was destined to unleash a world-shaking slaughter.
Soon, however, his brow relaxed. What he wanted was precisely to survive such a world-shaking slaughter.
To experience a true trial of life and death.
"You really do have guts." Seeing this, even Chi Menghong could not help admiring his opponent.
Had it been him, he would certainly have interrupted his great enemy, denying him the chance to undergo such a peerless sublimation before his eyes.
Who did not know that once the incense candles finished burning, he would possess earth-shaking battle power? Then he would display the invincible glory of his ancestor, the Red King.
"I'll give you time to ascend. I hope you'll make the finale a little more satisfying for me," He Xian murmured.
The flickering candlelight represented time and the order of all heavens, while the incense smoke danced in graceful wisps, coiling and tearing open the firmament, displaying matchless might.
This secret art possessed a strange power, as though a vast ancient world were empowering Chi Menghong.
He let out a long, exhilarated cry.
He savored it carefully. The feeling was truly wonderful. At this moment, all his blood boiled, and every ounce of potential within him was unleashed, granting him inexhaustible strength.
His battle power multiplied severalfold outright.
If it had to be described precisely, a term from later ages would fit perfectly: the "Divine Forbidden Realm."
"I am a descendant of the Red King's lineage! We sit and watch epochs rise and fall while our clan endures, enjoying the name of invincibility in flourishing ages. I will not lose!" Unable to suppress the impulse in his heart, Chi Menghong blurted out these words in a chant.
He felt indescribably good all over.
As his hands danced, the void trembled. Who ruled the rise and fall of this boundless heaven and earth? At this moment, he could suppress them all. Even if his ancient ancestor returned to his youth, Chi Menghong felt he could suppress him with one hand, subduing heaven's prodigies with a single move.