Chapter 125: Defeating Immortality (Supplemental Chapter 925)

Two Heads. Human-Heaven Stage. Great Demon wounded, though fleeing desperately, Li Hao’s Sword was faster.

Other Shore re-emerged—petals scattered, laying the path.

Sword Qi instantly tore through the Crimson-Eyed Frenzied Ox Demon’s body, shredding it apart.

Then, the Sword Qi twisted like a serpent, slicing clean through the Green-Scaled Viper’s skull.

Two Great Demons perished instantly.

Even at the same Human-Heaven Stage, they were no match for Li Hao in a single clash.

Li Hao’s gaze shifted toward Li Hongzhuang—considering reinforcements. The difference between today’s him and the man who had just stepped into the Human-Heaven Stage was immense.

These past few days of cultivation had allowed him to integrate numerous Combat Scriptures into his Master of All Things Dao, forging a new prototype of his Art System.

But then, another Great Demon burst forth from the demon horde.

Meanwhile, demon beasts surged everywhere across the camp, tearing down tents with brutal force. Some charged toward the graveyard.

Li Hao glanced at Li Hongzhuang—still holding her own against three Immortal Stage Great Demons, not yet in danger. Her ultimate technique was devastating, forcing the three Great Demons to hesitate, unwilling to engage directly.

She looked capable of holding on a little longer.

Li Hao no longer held back. Concealment was unnecessary. He unleashed his Cosmic and Earthly Soul Form.

In an instant, a hundred-zhang-tall golden Dharma Body statue materialized—like a colossal deity descending from the heavens.

Li Hongzhuang, locked in fierce combat, was startled by the sudden surge of majestic aura. When she turned, her eyes widened in shock.

Such a colossal Spirit Soul—this was clearly a Four Foundations Realm cultivator.

Yet the form of the soul… was that of the young man she knew.

Shock flickered across her eyes. What cultivation art is Li Hao practicing? How could he refine his Spirit Soul to such a terrifying degree?

At that moment, Li Hao’s Cosmic and Earthly Soul Form stood firm in the camp, raising one hand and slamming it down.

Palm strike—countless demon beasts were obliterated in an instant.

Facing this horde, the Sea-Endless Sword Art would have been ideal—wide-area devastation. Or perhaps the Snowfall Sword Art, capable of covering a region.

But both were Li Family martial arts—artifacts he had vowed never to use again.

Instead, he commanded his Dharma Body to deploy a self-composed technique, born from the integration of Combat Scriptures into his Master of All Things Dao.

Snowfall Sword Art + Yin-Yang Reversal Sword + Rainfall Atmosphere—merged into a new ultimate technique: Blizzard Storm Sword Art.

Two superior-level sword arts, fused with the essence of nature—rain itself—forming a brand-new, top-tier ultimate technique.

Li Hao took all things of heaven and earth as his teacher. Rain, like snow, was part of nature. The意境 of this technique complemented the Snowfall Sword Art perfectly, while combining the yin-yang reversal’s interplay of reality and illusion—making its killing intent impossible to defend against.

The only regret? Li Hao held no divine sword. The technique’s power was diminished.

But for these minor demons? More than sufficient.

Instantly, the temperature plummeted. Cold Qi surged through the air. Snowflakes seemed to fall, mingling with dewdrop-like raindrops.

Then, a force swept through—transforming into a storm that ravaged the demon horde.

Any demon that touched the edge of the blizzard was instantly torn apart, their bodies violently ripped open. At the same time, their forms were violently pulled inward—shredded beyond recognition.

Those delicate-looking snowflakes and wind blades? In truth, an infinite vortex of Sword Qi.

Li Hao took a deep breath. His major meridians pulsed with energy. He slashed three times in succession.

Three blizzard vortices swept across the camp, obliterating countless demon beasts.

With just a hand or foot movement, his Cosmic and Earthly Soul Form stomped and smashed more into dust. Even demons of the Fifteen-Li Stage, attempting to attack his Dharma Body, were effortlessly crushed to death.

Standing in the camp, Li Hao was like an invincible war god—commanding Sword Qi freely, annihilating every demon.

More and more demon beasts came—wave after wave—but they suffered massive losses. Blood flowed in rivers. Limbs flew in all directions.

Li Hao gripped his broken long sword, unmoved, unwavering.

Inwardly, he reflected with regret.

In his first six realms, only the Continuation of Soul Realm had reached its peak—allowing him to form this Cosmic and Earthly Soul Form.

The others… he had yet to touch their limits.

Once all his major meridians were fully opened, perhaps he could reach the Circulation Realm’s peak. Who knew what miraculous wonders awaited beyond? And beyond that, even higher stages?

“Divine Might!”

Seeing more demons charging toward the graveyard, Li Hao’s eyes flared with wrath. He unleashed the Baoxiang Realm power of the Human-Heaven Stage—Divine Might.

The Human-Heaven Stage had three levels: Unity, Baoxiang, and Great Master.

When first entering the stage, strictly speaking, one wasn’t yet a Master—only capable of unifying one’s Combat Scripture.

Next came refining the Spirit Soul, fully completing the Baoxiang, and mastering Divine Might—enough to intimidate ten thousand soldiers with a single rage.

Finally, the Grand Master Realm—truly a match for ten thousand men. At this level, one could survive even amidst overwhelming forces, though not indefinitely. Still, it paled in comparison to the freedom of the Three Immortal Realm.

After days of cultivation, Li Hao had progressed beyond Unity—now standing at the Grand Master Realm.

Invincible among ten thousand!

Now, standing in the camp, he was like a divine general whose presence shook the very air. He commanded his Dharma Body, unleashing relentless slaughter, refining Divine Might to intimidate the demons gathering before the graveyard.

Then, he condensed that Divine Might into his sword—just as he had done when fighting Li Tiangang, when the opponent’s Divine Might blade had been forged.

But this Divine Might—refined by the Three Immortals—was stronger than even the Sect Master Realm.

The strength of Divine Might depended on the cultivator’s Spirit Soul power.

And Li Hao’s Divine Might was unmatched among peers.

Roaring down now, it struck fear into the hearts of the demons. Their liver and gallbladder shattered. The furious charge they had launched—now abruptly halted.

Li Hao cut through the horde, exterminating every demon that invaded the camp.

The Blizzard Storm Sword Art swept across, ravaging the battlefield. Every passing moment consumed more demon lives.

Though only one man, with the Cosmic and Earthly Soul Form amplifying his power, he seemed invincible against ten thousand. Even demons at the rear began to cool, developing fear—longing to retreat.

“Damn it!”

Far away, the Giant Peng Bird—surrounding and attacking Li Hongzhuang—watched in fury as its own demon clan suffered heavy losses. Its eyes bulged.

It let out a furious scream.

“Look there!” Li Hongzhuang suddenly swung her sword, slicing toward it.

The Giant Peng Bird dodged, but not fast enough—its wing was slashed. It shrieked in shock and rage, turning to Chi Hu Jun:

“Hold her back! I’ll go kill that damn brat—quickly!”

Chi Hu Jun hesitated, but then reconsidered. That iron lady had seemed concerned about that young man just now. If I send the Flying Peng to eliminate him, it might distract her…

He nodded swiftly.

“Go quickly. Return quickly!”

“Three seconds!”

The Flying Peng shot forward—its form a blur. It would tear the young man apart within three seconds.

Li Hao, mid-slaughter, suddenly sensed the piercing sound of air. He turned—there it was, the Black Giant Bird.

He wasn’t afraid. He was glad. This meant Li Hongzhuang’s pressure would ease.

Just how strong am I now? Compared to the Three Immortals… how far am I behind?

He ignored the rest of the horde. The Heavenly Earth Avatar behind him turned as well, its gaze fixed on the approaching black bird.

“Die!!”

The Flying Peng roared, charging forward with its most violent attack. Black, dark light erupted—like thunderous lightning—lancing toward the youth.

Li Hao’s eyes burned with intensity. Slowly, he stepped forward.

He deployed another ultimate technique—one he had just comprehended.

Half-Step Invincible Fist + Cutting the River Sword Art + Meteor Atmosphere—forged into a single, devastating punch: Raging Star.

With each step, his internal qi contracted and circulated rapidly—within an instant, reaching sevenfold amplification.

The Seven Stars Light Feature triggered. Power doubled.

Then, combined with the Yin-Yang Dual Explosion, the sheer force exerted by his body alone reached 35 million catties.

At the same time, merciless sword intent fused with the power of the Invincible Fist, amplified by the Avatar’s support.

Li Hao’s punch reached its peak—roaring through the night sky, as if the heavens themselves trembled.

The sky dimmed. The punch force tore through the night curtain, erupting outward.

Air twisted. The ultimate punch intent shot like a falling star, radiating overwhelming, invincible might—reflected in the Black Bird’s pupils.

“This… this is impossible!”

The Black Giant Bird screamed in terror. It flailed its claws, firing over ten black thunderbolts—but they shattered instantly before the punch’s force.

Then, the punch’s shadow overwhelmed it. Its massive body was sent flying by a single blow from the Avatar.

It let out a agonizing scream—chest caved in, bones broken, feathers scattering like rain.

A sharp sound. The Black Bird tumbled down—crashing onto Li Hongzhuang’s battlefield, its entire body covered in blood and dust, utterly disheveled.

Chi Hu Jun and the Six-Tusked Drowned Boar both stared, pupils contracted in shock. They nearly fell into Li Hongzhuang’s opening—cut in two with a single sword stroke.

They quickly backed away, eyes locked on the Black Bird.

It had said, “Return in three seconds.”

Now, it was back in one second—and already beaten.

Both Great Demons stared wide-eyed at the distant youth.

That youth’s aura—undoubtedly Human-Heaven Stage.

But… could a Human-Heaven Stage cultivator really send a Three Immortal Demon flying in a single second?!

Li Hongzhuang didn’t press her advantage. She was irritated—but her eyes flickered with shock as she looked at the fallen bird.

Was that… truly Li Hao’s doing?

Then, the Black Bird crawled up, spitting blood and shattered organs from its beak.

Its eyes—flickering with shock, rage, and terror—fixed on the young man.

That punch… it carried the scent of death. A primal fear gripped its soul.

“Run!”

The Flying Peng dared not stay. Demon races valued life. Fighting humans wasn’t worth it—especially when they didn’t even know if there were more humans hidden nearby.

Today’s invasion had been a probe. If they could kill Li Hongzhuang, even better.

But this young man… too strange. Too dangerous.

For the Flying Peng, shouting a warning was already its duty.

As it spoke, it spread its wings and soared—fleeing at lightning speed into the distance.

Chi Hu Jun and the Six-Tusked Drowned Boar exchanged glances. Their faces darkened.

With one gone, they were at a disadvantage—two against two. Even before, three against one, if they had lasted, might have succeeded.

Now? Impossible.

Without hesitation, they turned and fled.

They had raided this city many times before. Retreat was the rule when conquest was unattainable.

Li Hongzhuang swung her sword after them—but the two Great Demons moved too fast. The demon horde surged forward to block, forming a human flesh barrier. Though harmless to her, it delayed her pursuit.

“You stay here. I’ll go after them.”

Before Li Hongzhuang could even stamp her foot in frustration, Li Hao’s voice came from behind her.

Then, he charged forward—soaring through the sky with mastery, chasing the two fleeing Great Demons.

Li Hongzhuang froze. Her expression turned pale.

(End of Chapter)

Chapter end