Chapter 165: Chaos (Minor Finale)

"The Scripture of Divine Concealment! Could this be a cultivation technique of the ancient gods and demons?"

Amidst the Eight Trigrams Stele Forest, Luo Hao felt a mixture of uncertainty. The desolate script originated from that blank era of history; could it be that ancient gods and demons once roamed during those lost years?

"Big brother, what are you thinking about, so deeply engrossed! Huh? How did this bronze ring automatically end up on your hand?" At the top of the stone tablet, the little fatty Tongtian gazed in astonishment.

He had witnessed the miraculous nature of this ancient bronze ring just moments before. Judging by Luo Hao's expression, something beyond his knowledge must have transpired, but since Luo Hao did not speak of it, he chose not to pry.

"Who's there? Since you've arrived, show yourself!" Suddenly, Luo Hao's gaze turned sharply cold, his eyes staring fixedly at a certain point in the void.

"Someone is here?" Hearing this, Tongtian immediately scanned his surroundings, yet failed to spot any figure. "Big brother, are you mistaken? Aside from the two of us, where could anyone else be here?"

"Go!" Suddenly, amidst Tongtian's startled cry, Luo Hao grabbed him and forcefully shoved him away. The very moment Tongtian was hurled through the air, the firmament above Luo Hao's head abruptly tore open!

"Bang!"

In the split second of a lightning flash, an ancient heavenly stele wreathed in demonic patterns plummeted fiercely downward. Its terrifying aura was akin to heavenly might; the moment it appeared, it scattered the surging mystical ice earthly energy within the stele forest.

"Demonic Clan's Heavenly Stele Hand!"

Luo Hao's gaze was immensely grave. How could he fail to recognize this descending heavenly stele? It was the Demonic Clan's Heavenly Stele Hand! Yet the might of this Heavenly Stele Hand was now dozens of times stronger than when it was unleashed by Chizhan before.

"Crack!"

The stone tablet beneath his feet was already teetering, emitting the sound of fracturing. Luo Hao's gaze was ice-cold, and in the next instant, an indescribable killing intent permeated the air, freezing even space itself in a trance.

"Kill!"

A resounding cry of slaughter vibrated through the air. Luo Hao lifted a single arm toward the heavens, surging upward against the current. A heart-shaking tiger roar echoed, and then a fist fiercely met the ancient heavenly stele.

"Boom!"

The power of the White Tiger erupted, sending a thousand-zhang wave of kinetic energy rampaging and churning the layers of mystical ice earthly energy. Within the entire stele forest, a terrifying vortex instantly formed, born from the convergence of countless formidable forces.

"So terrifying! Fatty better stay far away!" In the distance, Tongtian's eyes widened in horror, his layers of fat quivering. By this moment, how could he still not realize that both he and Luo Hao had been targeted!

"Rip!"

The firmament tore open, and a white-haired, white-robed figure stepped out from a spatial fissure. The moment this figure appeared, it was accompanied by the sight of falling stars and shifting sun and moon.

"Ninth-Heaven Phenomenon! A supreme pride of the great era!" Seeing the figure step out from the spatial fissure, little fatty Tongtian's bead-like eyes widened into perfect circles.

"Yao Ming!"

Luo Hao's eyes were a chaotic blur, his pure white hair fluttering, and killing intent billowed around his entire body, making him look like the very embodiment of the Dao of Slaughter. From the moment the Demonic Clan's Heavenly Stele Hand appeared, Luo Hao had already sensed that the newcomer must undoubtedly be Yao Ming.

"The Kingly Path of Slaughter! Luo Hao, where is that power on you which does not belong to the Near-Ancient Era?" Yao Ming's voice was calm. Although the Kingly Path of Slaughter was powerful, with Luo Hao's current level of comprehension, it could not shake him.

He was far more interested in that other power possessed by this human. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, the aura that shook the passage of time was far too ancient, even recalling certain legends of the Demonic Clan to his mind.

"Roar!"

Luo Hao remained silent as an abyss, answering Yao Ming with a dragon roar that shook the eight desolate realms. The dragon roar was loud and desolate, an ancient dragon might reverberating and shaking the entire Eight Trigrams Stele Forest!

"Dragon might! The battle-fiend Luo Hao!"

"Who is fighting? Are they out of their minds?!"

"Such terrifying might! It can be heard throughout the entire stele forest!"

...

Within the Eight Trigrams Stele Forest, countless people wore looks of astonishment. Under the circumstance of the mystical ice earthly energy erupting, for a battle of such magnitude to still break out was truly sheer madness!

"Bang!"

The ground beneath his feet exploded. The next instant, white-haired Luo Hao took a step forward, his entire body turning into a streak of light as he instantly plunged into the vortex. At the same exact moment, Yao Ming also stepped into the vortex.

"Boom!"

Spiritual energy flashed violently within the vortex, and terrifying roars echoed. Suddenly, a dragon roar overpowered everything else, followed by the appearance of a dragon claw capable of suppressing the stars, sweeping aside all obstacles with unstoppable force.

"True Dragon Hand!" Yao Ming's white robes snapped in the wind. "The invincible battle skill of the Primordial True Dragon, is it? What a pity that belongs in the hands of the Primordial True Dragon!"

Pacing the void, Yao Ming suddenly let out a furious roar, then pointed one hand toward the heavens and traced the earth with the other. "Since both are taboos, let us see whether your True Dragon Hand attacks with unrivaled might, or my Demonic Heavenly Finger dominates through eternity!"

"Demonic Heavenly Finger, Demonic Heaven Annihilation!" Three thousand strands of white hair danced wildly as Yao Ming stood tall between heaven and earth, resembling the rebirth of an ancient heavenly demon. As Yao Ming's crystalline fingertip pointed downward, the entire micro-world suddenly darkened, and countless golden Dao runes intertwined and emerged.

"You cannot block me!" Yao Ming let out a long howl to the skies, and a jade disk flew out from above his head, sealing off the entire space. The next moment, the star-suppressing dragon claw collided fiercely with Yao Ming's fingertip.

"Rumble!"

The entire space fell into an instantaneous standstill, and then an indescribable, terrifying power exploded. A mushroom cloud rose, destructive gales howled, and the jade disk high in the firmament suddenly grew unstable.

Outside the jade disk's seal, little fatty Tongtian had long since been blasted away to who knows where by the overflowing shockwaves.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The True Dragon Hand shattered, and Luo Hao coughed up blood as he retreated. On the other side, Yao Ming merely had disheveled hair and a torn white robe, the disparity between them obvious at a glance.

"The True Dragon Hand is not invincible; there is no invincible technique! Luo Hao, you have reached the end of your rope. Why hasn't that power appeared yet?" Yao Ming's gaze grew increasingly cold.

His time was limited, and the jade disk could not seal this region indefinitely. After all, the jade disk was fundamentally in a completely different league from the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele.

"A path is made by walking it! If I have reached the end of my rope, I shall carve out a path with blood!" White hair danced, his words of slaughter clanged like metal, and his killing intent was oppressive. So what if the True Dragon Hand was defeated? He, Luo Hao, had never conceded defeat; he still possessed his supreme fist.

"Incorrigible! Then go to hell!" Yao Ming flashed forward, boundless demonic energy surging forth accompanied by the Ninth-Heaven Phenomenon. Within the entire sealed space, demonic patterns blotted out the sky, transforming it seemingly into a realm of demons.

"Demonic Heavenly Finger!"

Another finger pointed downward, and abruptly, a hazy figure materialized behind Yao Ming. Shrouded in endless mist, he seemed to stand upon the long river of time, or perhaps at the end of infinite space and time.

Reaching Divinity in Martial Arts Technique!

Yao Ming's heart boiled with killing intent, naturally holding nothing back. Moreover, with his status as a supreme pride of the great era, how could he possibly fail to achieve divinity in his martial technique? This single finger truly shook the eight wastes, killing gods in its way, while the majesty of the ancient heavenly demon reverberated through every inch of space.

"Slaughter Fist!"

Facing this fatal blow, Luo Hao's mind remained tranquil, the profound essence of the Kingly Path of Slaughter flowing through his heart. Within a three-zhang radius around him, space fell into a complete standstill, thoroughly transforming into an absolute domain.

Then came a low roar. His body moved as his heart desired, his heart followed his will, and his will was expressed through his fist. In an instant, half of the sealed space was enveloped by a boundless will of slaughter, shattering the sky-covering demonic patterns.

"Boom!"

The next moment, a fist radiance of world-annihilation directly pierced a passage through the void. On the other side, Yao Ming's finger fell, causing the sun, moon, and stars to shift, and the mountains, rivers, and seas to flow backward.

It was as though two ancient worlds had instantly collided; the jade disk sealing the space shattered in a fraction of a second, and the entire space completely devolved into chaos.

After a long while, a figure burst forth from the chaos—it was Yao Ming!

At this moment, his white hair fluttered, his breath was unstable, his white robes were tattered beyond recognition, blood still spilled from the corner of his mouth, and visions of the chaos within were still evolving in his eyes.

Inside the chaotic space, a figure exploded, blood and bones flying in all directions as countless mysterious runes scattered, each resembling a shooting meteor. Those were Luo Hao's scattered blood and bones, which, a breath later, were completely swallowed by the chaos.

The chaos gradually dissipated, Yao Ming vanished, and Luo Hao never appeared again, leaving behind only a ruined space where the chaos was fading away.