Chapter 804: Annihilation

"Time—the Time Origin. His blood-rebirth speed is nearly instantaneous!"

"Can time even accelerate blood regeneration? That's absurd! Even if you kill him instantly, he regenerates instantly—how do you kill him?!"

"Correct. This means he is immortal."

Countless people thought of Li Hao's methods, stunned into silence, yet immediately felt a surge of exhilaration.

This meant such an unparalleled prodigy could survive—Immortal Lord Jin Fengling could not kill him!

Outside the Emperor's Platform, the Dream Clan members were stunned, then filled with thrilling excitement, their eyes gleaming.

"It's not time acceleration—it's Time Ferrying!"

Those from the Dream Clan who came here were all elite warriors, many of them high-level Immortal Lords, and they had all sensed subtly that Li Hao's technique was far more than simple time acceleration!

"His Time Origin seems on the verge of breaking through the fourth level, reaching the fifth-level Origin realm!"

The Dream Lord froze, his eyes filled with delight.

Time Ferrying was far more terrifying than time acceleration. Li Hao's regeneration did not rely on time acceleration—he had ferried his blood ahead into the future. Even if his body shattered, he would exist in the next moment of the future!

Thus, as long as one could not erase all the past and future spacetime he controlled, Li Hao could not be killed!

He was merely a True Immortal, yet this survival technique and ability were monstrous, absurd!

With Li Hao's combat power, even shattering his flesh required serious effort, let alone erasing the brief spacetime of his past and future.

"That guy…"

Outside the Emperor's Platform, Jian Xin's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers involuntarily clenching. In that dire situation, the opponent had still found a way out—growing stronger with every battle. Their previous duel had not been his limit!

Simultaneously destroying past and future spacetime? This meant Li Hao was nearly invincible against any True Immortal!

Next to him, Mingyue was also stunned, dazed. That guy had apparently already achieved invincibility in the True Immortal realm!

She had previously thought only her senior brother Jian Xin and herself could accomplish such a feat.

"Time Ferrying. It seems he can no longer be killed!"

On the other side, the Ghost Clan elder whispered, his expression grave and filled with awe.

In this Southern Region, such a terrifying prodigy had emerged. With proper cultivation, his future was limitless.

For a moment, he even entertained another thought: if he could bring this boy back to the Ghost Clan, and the Clan Chief personally took him as a disciple, he would surely become one of the Ghost Clan's top elite warriors.

After all, the boy's Primordial Spirit was terrifying—even Ghost Lingyue couldn't match it. He was perfectly suited to cultivate the Ghost Clan's many secret arts!

Thinking of this, he swiftly bit his tongue, his Primordial Spirit slipping into the Celestial Dao Hybrid Infant within his body. Amid the faint interference of Celestial Dao energy, he secretly transmitted this message across countless spacetimes to the Ghost Clan in the Northern Region.

"Cannot be killed?"

Beside him, Ghost Lingyue heard the elder's whisper and froze, staring at him in shock.

She herself could not perceive the subtlety of Li Hao's technique, but the Ghost Clan elder, as a Ghost Clan Immortal King, possessed unparalleled perception and judgment—he would not misjudge the details of this True Immortal's battle.

"Hao Tian…"

Next to her, Ghost Lingshuang gazed at the boy, silently whispering his name in her heart, imprinting it deeply.

Even if she stepped onto the platform herself, she might not be able to kill him. He was merely a True Immortal—a True Immortal who had cultivated for a hundred years!

Amid the stunned expressions of countless onlookers, Li Hao moved through Jin Fengling's blood mist, denying him any chance to regenerate. With a gesture, his palm became a burning furnace, using heaven and earth as pot and stove, summoning purest Chaotic Divine Flame to boil the mist into ash.

Fierce screams and roars erupted from the melting blood mist—some blood clouds had barely coalesced into Jin Fengling's head before collapsing and burning like melting wax, utterly annihilated.

In the void, only a golden Primordial Spirit stood, its power rapidly draining under the assault of the divine flames.

He stared at Li Hao in furious disbelief, eyes nearly spitting fire. Li Hao had destroyed his body—completely, leaving him no chance for blood regeneration!

Now he had only his Primordial Spirit. Though cultivation to the Primordial Spirit stage allowed eternal existence without a body, let alone his breakthrough beyond the Primordial Spirit's peak—he would lose over seventy percent of his combat power without flesh.

"You will die!"

Jin Fengling roared, tearing through heaven and earth to retrieve a series of Immortal weapons.

The exquisitely crafted Vermilion Phoenix Fire Shield merged into his Primordial Spirit, becoming feathered armor that bathed his entire form in fire.

In his hand appeared a golden eagle divine bow, its stretch like an eagle's wing, instantly forming an arrow of Primordial Spirit annihilation, locking onto Li Hao.

Li Hao's eyes remained unchanged—deep, dark. He stepped forward, a piercing sound tearing through the void, twisting the air with a shrill screech like an eagle's cry diving swiftly toward him.

He felt a chilling sensation in his Primordial Spirit's head—a gut instinct screamed danger. He twisted his body at full speed, vanishing into nothingness to evade the arrow.

Yet the arrow pierced through his nearly intangible form, leaving behind a searing force that scorched Li Hao's Primordial Spirit, inflicting a slight wound!

This was a top-tier Immortal weapon designed specifically to target Primordial Spirits—extremely terrifying.

Used against ancient demons, it would be a legendary weapon, unmatched in the world.

"The Xuan Ying Break-Spirit Bow—it's this Immortal weapon!"

"One of Jin Dynasty's top Immortal weapons, specifically crafted to counter Spirit cultivators and ancient demons!"

Spirit cultivators were those who achieved the Primordial Spirit's peak, abandoned their flesh, and cultivated only the spiritual path.

"The Southern Region has seven terrifying Immortal weapons designed to counter ancient demons. One of them is right before us."

On the mountain peak, Ghost Lingyue's face darkened. From the golden bow, she felt a terrifying aura—her own ghostly energy shrank slightly, trembling with dread.

"The Break-Spirit Bow… it cannot break a True God… but this boy is nearly there…"

The Ghost Clan elder murmured, eyes half-lidded.

On the Emperor's Platform, Li Hao evaded the arrow and instantly surged forward, swinging the Five Extremes Emperor Sword again. It drew upon the five surrounding Origins, condensing into a single blade capable of severing all things extending from those five.

But the blade struck Jin Fengling's phoenix robe, unleashing a raging sea of fire that surged back, with a flaming Vermilion Phoenix charging toward Li Hao—this was a top-tier offensive-defensive Immortal treasure.

Li Hao triggered the treasure's defense, reversing his blade to strike the Vermilion Phoenix.

The fire form shattered, the blade faded. Li Hao did not hesitate—he stepped forward again, slashing a second sword.

Jin Fengling's Primordial Spirit was thrown back slightly, his face paling as he swiftly fired a second arrow.

This arrow moved faster—a golden dart that instantly struck Li Hao's head.

The golden arrow pierced his flesh, embedding a golden figure within it—Li Hao's Primordial Spirit.

But Li Hao's Primordial Spirit gripped the arrow's tail, preventing it from piercing through. His palm, gripping the tail, smoked as if burned, his Primordial Spirit power draining rapidly.

"Die!"

Li Hao roared, flinging the arrow away, merging his Primordial Spirit with his flesh, charging toward Jin Fengling.

In just a fleeting moment, his Primordial Spirit had been forced to manifest outside his body—yet the Southern Region fell silent again. Countless prodigies on the mountain peak stared, mouths agape, unable to speak.

On Li Hao's Primordial Spirit, brilliant, dense golden bones covered his form—merely a fleeting glimpse, yet countless onlookers clearly saw at least five hundred!

Remember, Ghost Lingyue, the Ghost Clan prodigy, had only dozens!

"That… that guy's Primordial Spirit…" Ghost Lingyue froze. Ghost Lingshuang beside her also stared, fingers clenched.

Before them, the Ghost Clan elder showed no surprise—he had already sensed the boy's Primordial Spirit strength. He merely sighed: "He's nearly reached the threshold of a True God…"

True God—the ultimate stage of the Primordial Spirit. This ultimate power could stand firm in heaven and earth, even bordering on the Semi-Imperial realm!

Yet achieving it was extremely difficult. Li Hao had merely approached the threshold—the path to becoming a True God lay beyond it.

But in the True Immortal realm, reaching such a level was beyond belief.

Even in the Ghost Clan, if a cultivator could glimpse this level at the peak of Immortal Lord, he would be considered a top prodigy, heavily nurtured!

Boom!

Li Hao's third sword slashed, yet was again repelled by the phoenix robe, the rebounding Vermilion Phoenix once more scorching Li Hao's body, which continuously shattered and regenerated.

Fortunately, he could Time Ferry—even if his current body was burned to ash, he would emerge again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With successive slashes, Li Hao emerged from Time Ferrying, bathed in the bloodlight of his old body, unleashing thunderous sword art.

The glow on Jin Fengling's phoenix robe gradually dimmed; the rebounding Vermilion Phoenix grew weaker, until it could no longer kill Li Hao.

"You!"

Jin Fengling panicked, pulling his bow—but each shot could only wound Li Hao's Primordial Spirit, never piercing and annihilating it outright.

In moments, he was driven back to the very edge of the Emperor's Platform.

Gazing into the boy's furious, deep black eyes, Jin Fengling felt for the first time a powerful threat of death. Though his family stood behind him, even his Clan Chief watching, he had the chilling sense that he could not escape.

"What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

Jin Fengling roared at the two white-haired youths.

Their faces changed—they saw the situation was dire. Though Jin Fengling's life was none of their concern, and a three-way alliance would invite ridicule, Li Hao's revealed power meant that if they stood idle and let Jin Fengling fall, neither of them alone could kill Li Hao.

Whoosh!

At this moment, they no longer cared for face—they struck swiftly.

But Li Hao moved faster. In the instant Jin Fengling roared, he unleashed three consecutive slashes, each pouring all his strength, shaking out the celestial power of the Five Celestial Star Veins.

Such rapid, full-power surges of celestial energy caused strange light and shadow distortions on the Emperor's Platform—the void itself trembled as if collapsing.

Boom!

The three swords landed. On the third strike, a faint glow flickered on the phoenix robe—then it was slashed open, cleaving Jin Fengling's Primordial Spirit chest.

Jin Fengling was stunned—his top-tier Immortal treasure had been destroyed by Li Hao! Though he could not fully unleash its power, it was still not something a True Immortal should be able to break!

"You!"

He roared in shock, but Li Hao's Primordial Spirit now fully manifested, then surged like a divine journey across ten thousand miles, appearing instantly before Jin Fengling's Primordial Spirit, hand slamming down.

His golden Primordial Spirit palm seemed to swell to ten thousand miles in Jin Fengling's eyes—he was trapped within Li Hao's palm-space, unable to break free before being crushed under the blow.

Terrifying Primordial Spirit power surged forth. A scream rang out—Jin Fengling's Primordial Spirit rapidly disintegrated.

"Fengling!"

The Feng Clan members, seeing this, turned pale and rushed toward the Emperor's Platform, but were blocked by the sealing array.

The Dream Clan members reacted instantly, rushing forward to prevent them from forcibly breaking the array.

In the brief stalemate of their aura clash, Jin Fengling's Primordial Spirit was ground to dust within Li Hao's palm—annihilated on the spot!

A True Immortal slaughtered an Immortal Lord—before countless eyes, the Southern Region fell silent, countless onlookers stared, speechless.

The two white-haired youths chasing after him also changed expression, their eyes filled with shock.

Jin Fengling was at the fourth layer of Immortal Lord realm, clad in top-tier immortal artifacts—yet he had been slain by Li Hao!

The Lu Mo Sword, locked in combat with the Taowu Immortal Soldier, had exhausted the residual soul force of the ancient demon merely to hold it back; now, with Jin Fengling's death, its power plummeted, and the Taowu Immortal Soldier slashed it down, its demonic aura scattering, its blade severely damaged.

Seeing Li Hao unharmed, the Taowu Immortal Soldier showed no mercy, swiftly diving down, wrapping the Lu Mo Sword in its sword qi and shredding it, absorbing its essence into its own blade, gaining a stronger infusion of demonic power.

In the distant Jin imperial capital, a noble lady suddenly rose to her feet, crying out in disbelief; her exquisitely beautiful face, untouched by rouge yet capable of bewitching all, had turned deathly pale.

Li Hao turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the two approaching figures; the killing intent in his eyes had not faded, and he sent his will into the Taowu Immortal Soldier.

"Kill!"

The Taowu Immortal Soldier let out a low, howling roar in response to Li Hao's command, roaring as it charged toward the white-haired youths.

The white-haired youths' expressions changed instantly; the imperial platform's sealing barrier had once been Li Hao's prison, but now it seemed to have become their own—forced to fight this monstrous creature within the same cage!

"Join forces—kill him!"

The youth beside him reacted instantly, pulling out his own immortal weapon; at this point, face meant nothing—he had to join forces if they were to eliminate Li Hao.

The white-haired youth likewise unleashed his own immortal weapon, also a top-tier artifact; though not quite as powerful as Jin Fengling's Lu Mo Sword, it was nearly equal.

Yet the moment his weapon clashed with the Taowu Immortal Soldier, it was immediately suppressed, cracks rapidly forming across its surface.

"How is this possible?"

The white-haired youth was stunned; only now did he feel the terrifying power of that weapon—like a primordial beast unleashed from ancient chains.

Li Hao raised his hand and seized the Xuan Ying Po Shen Bow that Jin Fengling had just held.

Above him, the Taowu Immortal Soldier clashed with their two weapons, locked in fierce combat, generating devastating shockwaves.

Meanwhile, he stood bathed in golden light, gripping the Po Shen Golden Bow, resembling a celestial deity.

He raised his hand, drew the bow, nocked the arrow.

When the golden arrow coalesced, both white-haired youths' faces turned ashen.

(End of Chapter)