"Be suppressed!" Chi Menghong charged in with his power at its peak, swinging his fist to kill. His terrifying blood energy sent vast ripples surging around him. As he pounced, he seemed like a demonic god drawing near, his aura shaking heaven and earth.
"A paltry trick. External power, in the end. Your own strength is what matters." He Xian's expression remained unchanged. He brought his fingers together and swept them down like an unrivaled sword edge, unleashing boundless heavenly radiance with the third form of the Grass Character Sword Art.
It slashed toward this enemy who resembled a demonic god.
"The passage of time!" Chi Menghong unleashed a mighty divine ability with a shout. Fragments of time flew from his palm, turning into a divine rainbow that rose to meet the immortal light of that peerless sword art and dissolve it.
Fingers met palm!
Rumble!
The next instant, He Xian struck Chi Menghong in the chest like an emperor soaring across the heavens to deliver a blow, while his other hand released endless golden light.
"You're far too pleased with this false power."
Chi Menghong took the blow squarely in the chest and flew backward with a boom.
"I alone reign supreme!" He Xian let out a long cry, spotting an opening in an instant.
Disappointment crossed his face, and he shook his head.
"You dare look down on me!" Chi Menghong erupted in fury. Ignoring the dent left in his chest, he unleashed an unrivaled divine ability and fought at close quarters.
Savage light blazed in his eyes as he unleashed the Red King Lineage's ultimate killing arts.
"None beneath the nine heavens can stand against me. With a raised hand, I suppress countless ages."
He Xian's gaze was icy. As his palms and fingers swept through the air, they carried a power that turned decay into wonder, as though the might of heaven and earth had gathered upon him. His movements were broad and unrestrained, his supreme sword intent sweeping through heaven and earth.
Every punch struck flesh; every move drew blood.
Their clash was terrifying. Every blow shattered the void, churning with chaotic light. Sword radiance and blood energy surged, making countless spectators pale.
"Be suppressed!"
After the hundred and eighth exchange.
Chi Menghong flew backward, covered in blood, his body nearly beaten to pieces.
Disbelief filled his face. How could this possibly be the outcome?
"Chi Menghong, you're still too weak." He Xian looked down at him from above like an undying god of war.
"Fall!" he snapped coldly. For the first time, he felt disappointed in this scion of the legendary Emperor Clan. He was too weak-he could not even make He Xian bleed.
He had mastered the Indestructible Scripture. As he drove it to its utmost, his body shone like a blazing sun, his sword intent peerless beneath the heavens. Every attack carried an edge sharp enough to destroy the vast universe.
He stood in the void like an ancient sword immortal, looking down upon the lives and deaths of all living things.
All manner of extraordinary visions appeared.
The sun, moon, and rivers of stars revolved around him, and endless sword energy surged.
Rivers of stars reversed their course, and flowers of blood danced. His sword edge could destroy anything, pierce anything. Nothing could stop it; nothing could withstand it.
Even Chi Menghong, ten times stronger than he had been at his peak, could not resist. Blood and bone burst apart as his chest was pierced.
Inside the Supreme Gladiator Arena, Chi Menghong's face was cold and grim. He ceaselessly circulated the Red King Lineage's unique secret art and rebuilt his body once more. His long hair whipped wildly as he neared madness.
As a young emperor of the Red King Lineage, he had actually been suppressed today, utterly powerless to fight back.
"Kill!" he roared.
Splurt!
Blood sprayed. Agony tore through Chi Menghong's flesh as his body was pierced once again amid his attacks.
He Xian stopped and clasped his hands behind his back. In his eyes, this farce was already over.
He turned away.
"Stop! Are you trying to humiliate me?" Chi Menghong roared, kneeling on one knee.
He stared at the retreating figure about to leave.
"Nurture the soul within the corpse; make the flesh a furnace!"
Chi Menghong's pierced body trembled violently, and his soul began to burn. The Emperor Clan could not be humiliated. He would sacrifice his blood and soul, burning his life to gain one final blow that would sweep everything away like rotten wood.
Splurt!
Yet at that crucial moment.
He was sent flying again. His left shoulder was nearly blown apart by a kick, reduced to a mangled mass of flesh and blood.
Chi Menghong could no longer rise to fight and passed out.
He Xian withdrew his foot and quietly regarded this descendant of the Red King Lineage. Although he did not care whether the man lived or died, this was the Red King Lineage's ancestral land.
He could not actually kill him.
He had won.
He truly had not expected victory to come so easily.
His opponent had not even forced him to reveal some of his trump cards and great killing arts.
The barrier around the Supreme Gladiator Arena vanished, and only then did the piercing cheers reach his ears.
"I know him! I really know him! I even gave him directions!" A burly man with a bull's head and a human body raised his arms and cheered.
"He lost. Chi Menghong lost, just like that!"
Even more people stood staring blankly, muttering. The Emperor Clan's legend of invincibility had been shattered.
This newly emerged member of the Crane Clan truly seemed poised to defy the heavens.
"The Crane Ancestor's son." High in the sky, Undying beings seated cross-legged cast appreciative glances his way.
They had not seen such a dazzling junior in many years.
Naturally, this great battle had drawn the attention of the Undying.
The Foreign Realm had no shortage of Undying beings.
Chi Menghong had lost. Everyone knew it was not because he lacked strength, but because his opponent was even more monstrous, possessing a supreme bearing and invincibility within his cultivation realm.
He Xian had perfectly demonstrated the indisputably supreme fighting power of a king who stood invincible wherever he went!
"Could the Crane Clan be about to produce another bearer of the title 'Peerless'?" someone murmured.
He Xian left, ignoring the sour expression of the Red King Lineage's Supreme. He and his elderly servant departed from the Red King Lineage's ancestral land.
That day, the Foreign Realm shook. Almost at once, everyone was singing He Xian's name. He had overwhelmed the young emperor of the Red King Lineage, winning fame in a single battle, his renown spreading far and wide!
The following day, the bright sun climbed high.
He Xian walked through an ancient stretch of great rivers.
"Young Ancestor, where are we going now?"
"Just wandering around," He Xian said aimlessly.
The Foreign Realm was truly vast, filled with countless marvelous sights. Since his birth, he had never come out to properly explore these magnificent hidden lands, royal cities, and ancient ruins.
Many followers trailed behind him.
Perhaps this was simply what happened when one became famous. What invincible figure did not have a crowd of followers gazing up at him?
Of course, they merely followed from afar without disturbing him.
"Congratulations, Young Ancestor, on successfully suppressing the Red King Lineage's younger generation," Elder He said joyfully.
When he had learned that his young ancestor intended to challenge an Emperor Clan prodigy on his very first outing into the world, he had tried to dissuade him before reluctantly agreeing. He had never expected it to go so smoothly.
As expected of the progenitor's child-he had been destined for invincibility from birth.
The Crane Clan had blind confidence in their progenitor, He Wushuang.
It was not just the Crane Clan. Every clan that had produced a "king," or was about to produce one, held blind faith in its progenitor.
An Undying King-a title and designation beyond description.
He Xian continued wandering aimlessly like this.
Suddenly, a Sea Waterfall appeared ahead.
It truly lived up to its name, which described it vividly.
A Sea Waterfall appeared before them out of thin air, stretching beyond sight, vast and unfathomable.
It was gray, an exceedingly strange ocean that rolled and surged, its waves roaring deafeningly!
At the same time, it did not lie upon the ground, but hung in the sky like the most magnificent of waterfalls. It was truly immense.
And strangest of all, it did not fall toward the earth, but flowed from the ground up into the heavens, like a vast, long river suspended in the void.