Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

After speaking, the aura of the Fighting Saint Emperor actually intensified once again.

His physical body, his primordial spirit, his Dao, his Dharma—everything combined and became one under that domineering and unparalleled ultimate Dao will, transforming into the most brilliant and stunning strike.

Mo Dao was startled. Looking at the Fighting Saint Emperor before him, he realized that he had been influenced by his opponent.

Even though their combat strengths were similar, he still felt that the light emanating from the Fighting Saint Emperor was so dazzling that it made him tremble with fear.

At that moment, for the first time, a thought crossed his mind: Was he really wrong? Was the Dao Seed Method wrong?

Mo Dao gritted his teeth, and the Heavenly Thunder Dao Seed within his body suddenly soared out. It was a ball of silver-white thunder seed, capable of transforming into ten thousand thunders with unparalleled power and astonishing transformations.

"Heavenly lightning will destroy the world!"

He activated his Dao Seed with all his might, ready to unleash his strongest attack. Whether he was wrong or not was unimportant now; his priority was to block the opponent's terrifying blow.

"Heaven and Earth Cleave!"

The Fighting Saint Emperor unleashed a powerful strike with his staff.

This strike seemed to move the entire world, crashing down with it.

This is the strongest move of the Fighting Saint Emperor, a supreme move he developed through years of battles and discussions with Jiang Hao and the two Heavenly Venerables.

With a single strike, the world changed color, and all laws vanished.

"What a powerful attack! What an amazing Battle Saint Emperor!"

Even the two supreme beings watching from afar felt an indescribable sense of pressure and had to admit the power and amazingness of this move.

Wherever it passed, the overwhelming silver-white gunfire crumbled like paper.

The force of the stick did not diminish, and it struck Mo Dao directly in the chest.

boom!

Mo Dao was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the air, spitting out blood.

The silver-white spear flew out of his hand and tumbled in the void.

The Lesser Immortal Realm was utterly silent!

Countless people stared, mouths agape, at Mo Dao lying in the void within the light screen, unable to utter a single word.

Has the Immortal General been defeated?

The youngest of the Ten Celestial Generals, the genius supreme being on whom they placed their high hopes, was defeated!

The Crimson Sun Immortal clenched his fists, his face grim.

Xuanbing Xianjiang remained expressionless, but the fingers gripping the gun turned slightly white.

Jin Leixian stopped smiling and remained silent.

The reactions of the beings in the Lesser Immortal Realm were far more severe than those of the Supreme Beings.

Someone slumped to the ground, their eyes glazed over.

Someone covered their face, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Someone muttered to themselves, repeating the same phrase over and over: "How could this be... how could this be..."

"Even Immortal General Mo Dao was defeated... so who can win?"

"Is our little immortal realm really no match for the Origin Realm?"

"Is there still hope for our little immortal realm? Why is the gap so vast?"

Why did this happen...?

An old man looked up to the sky and sighed, while a young man burst into tears.

Their proud genius, their most promising immortal general, was defeated just like that.

A complete and utter defeat, a defeat so utterly devastating that there's nothing left to say.

On the other side of the Origin Realm, cheers erupted.

In the City of Myriad Realms, countless people jumped up and cheered.

"We won! We won again!"

"The Fighting Saint Emperor is invincible!"

"Ten Celestial Generals? That's it? They're nowhere near as good as our Origin Realm Emperor!"

"Awesome, so awesome!"

The Supreme Beings of the Forbidden Zones were also quite happy. The Ancient Emperor of Taiyuan clapped his hands repeatedly, saying, "Battle Saint Emperor, well done!"

"It seems that the so-called immortal generals of the Lesser Immortal Realm are nothing special."

The Fighting Saint Emperor, carrying his black gold staff, glanced at Mo Dao struggling in the distance, then turned and left.

This time he didn't mock him. He thought his opponent was a decent one, much better than the first one who was defeated in three blows.

Mo Dao lay in the void, covered in blood, unable to move.

He stared wide-eyed at the void, his mind blank.

He lost.

He thought he was invincible, that he could win back a point for the Little Immortal Realm, and that he could prove himself in this battle.

And what happened? He was knocked down with a single blow, unable to even fight back.

He cultivated for 50,000 years, fused with the perfect Heavenly Thunder Dao Seed, defeated all the geniuses of the Lesser Immortal Realm, and defeated countless senior supreme beings.

He thought he was already very capable.

Now he realized that among the truly powerful beings of the same level, he was nothing. That Battle Saint Emperor had cultivated for a shorter time than him, but was stronger.

Mo closed his eyes, a bitter smile curving his lips.

"So this is what the difference is?"

The Fighting Saint Emperor, carrying his black gold staff, strode up to Jiang Hao, grinned, and patted his chest, saying:

"How was it, Lao Jiang? Not bad, right? Did I embarrass our Origin Realm?"

Jiang Hao looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing: "Not bad, you have about a tenth of my flair, but there's room for improvement."

The Fighting Saint Emperor was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Is this only one-tenth? Old Jiang, your standards are too high. Mine should be at least one-fifth!"

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter and praised the Fighting Saint Emperor in unison.

"That's right, we support you, Holy Emperor, you are truly amazing!"

"Two wins in two battles, a great start for our Origin Realm!"

"They played with great flair!"

The Fighting Saint Emperor waved his hand and grinned, "Not bad, not bad, just so-so."

She couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth.

The Supremes of the Forbidden Zone had their eyes shining and crowded around.

Taiyuan Ancient Emperor rubbed his hands together: "Battle Saint Emperor, you've worked hard. Now rest well, it's our turn to go."

The Fighting Saint Emperor glanced at him and nodded: "Alright, I'll leave it to you."

He really won't be making any more moves. He's had his fun and his performance is good enough; it's time for someone else to take the stage.

Unless the Origin Realm is unable to defeat it, but is that even possible? Absolutely not.

Di Chen and Qin Ming, those three freakish juniors, haven't even made a move yet, and these three can already take on a whole bunch of people, not to mention the two Heavenly Venerables who are there to back them up.

How could they possibly lose? On the Origin Realm side, the atmosphere was pleasant, and everyone was looking forward to the battle to come.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere on the Little Immortal Realm side was so heavy it could drip water.

The Crimson Sun Immortal General's face was ashen, the Mysterious Ice Immortal General was expressionless, and the Golden Thunder Immortal General remained silent.

The celestial generals exchanged a glance, knowing they couldn't continue fighting one-on-one like this.

The Crimson Sun Immortal took a deep breath, turned to look at the Supreme Beings behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"We lost in a one-on-one fight, but war is never a one-man affair. They are the strongest beings in the world today, but what about those supreme beings in the forbidden zones?"

"It is understood that those supreme beings in the forbidden zones have all cut themselves in order to survive, and their strength is far from their peak. This is our opportunity."

The Crimson Sun Immortal General paused, then raised his voice: "We outnumber them several times over. We can't win one-on-one, but we can win two-on-one or three-on-one, right?"

Upon hearing this, the supreme beings of the Lesser Immortal Realm exchanged glances, and hope rekindled in their eyes.

"The Crimson Sun Immortal General is right; they are supremely powerful, but few in number!"

"We have over two hundred people, while they only have a few dozen. Let's gang up on them."

"Yes, team fight! Overwhelm them with numbers!"

"Victory will ultimately be ours!"

After his team suffered two consecutive defeats, the expression on Taixu Immortal Lord's face changed slightly.

He knew they couldn't continue with one-on-one battles; they had to start a group fight, or they would continue to lose.

Then Immortal Lord Taixu looked at Jiang Hao, and Jiang Hao, feeling Immortal Lord Taixu's gaze, also turned to look at him. The two exchanged a glance.

Jiang Hao naturally understood what the Immortal Lord Taixu was thinking, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"A group battle? You don't think the Origin Realm is afraid, do you? Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group battle, the Origin Realm will subdue you!"