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

Some discerning experts whispered among themselves:

"What a powerful sword formation, perfectly embodying the principles of Tai Chi."

"Seven or eight out of ten of the Bull Demon King's attacks were redirected."

The rhythm gradually became clearer, and Niu Zhentian, unable to break through after a long attack, began to show signs of agitation and fluctuation in his breathing.

Zhao Shanhe's breathing remained as steady as ever.

Suddenly, Zhao Shanhe's eyes sharpened, and he shouted in a low voice:

"The creation of the world from chaos!"

The stone knife was drawn three inches from its sheath.

As the knife was drawn three inches, the starry sky seemed to dim for a moment.

An ancient, primordial Daoist aura, reminiscent of the beginning of all things, permeated the air.

Zhao Shanhe swung his sword and slashed out.

A hazy, gray blade of energy slashed out.

Where the blade's energy swept past, a vague scene of chaos dividing into yin and yang vaguely emerged.

This move shocked everyone.

"It has appeared! The secret technique of the Chaos Scripture is indeed powerful and terrifying."

Today, the most famous scripture in the world is the Chaos Scripture, and the most famous secret techniques are those within the Chaos Scripture.

Every time it appears, it amazes the world.

Niu Zhentian was horrified and went on full defensive.

But the blade energy ignored the magical light shield around him, directly severing the protective runes and leaving a huge wound on his chest.

The cow's blood gushed out instantly.

"You broke through their defenses so easily!"

"Is this the secret technique from the Chaos Scripture? It is indeed terrifying."

This move completely changed Niu Zhentian's mindset, turning him from fury to fear.

He wanted to fight desperately, but Zhao Shanhe didn't give him the chance.

Zhao Shanhe drew his stone knife completely, and with a flick of his wrist, he traced an arcane path, unleashing a hazy, chaotic domain that completely engulfed Niu Zhentian.

The scene within the area was blurry, with only violent energy fluctuations and Niu Zhentian's increasingly frantic roars emanating from it.

Niu Zhentian began to fight desperately, burning his life essence in an attempt to self-destruct a portion of his Dao principles and tear apart the domain.

Within the domain, Zhao Shanhe's expression remained unchanged. On the blade, nine blurry gray lines faintly appeared, which were the prototypes of the Chaos Scripture Dao Patterns.

He delivered the final blow.

"Return to Origin—Slash!"

This strike was devoid of dazzling light and shadow, and lacked any earth-shattering impact.

Only a hazy, gray blade.

The domain dissipated, and the outcome of the battle became clear.

Niu Zhentian's enormous headless bull body appeared.

His primordial spirit had just escaped when it was annihilated by the remaining chaotic sword energy.

Jiang Hao saw everything.

Upon seeing the rudimentary form of the Chaos Pattern, he nodded. "Oh? It can actually condense Dao patterns on the blade on its own. Although it's incomplete, its comprehension is indeed quite impressive."

He was fairly satisfied with Zhao Shanhe's performance.

The entire venue was silent for a few breaths, then erupted in a deafening roar.

"Crossing two realms, a direct confrontation, and without even using his full strength...!"

"The legacy of chaos is truly terrifying!"

"Zhao Shanhe of the Daoist Sect will be famous throughout the world from this day forward."

"Wow, the Dao Seeking Sect truly produces a wealth of talented individuals!"

"The Chaos Scripture's secret techniques are too powerful; no wonder it's an imperial scripture created by the Chaos Emperor!"

"I've heard that even the disciples of the Daoist Sect can comprehend the introductory chapters of the Chaos Scripture; it's truly enviable!"

Everyone was shocked, even some who initially thought Zhao Shanhe would win were surprised.

They thought they could win, but they didn't expect Zhao Shanhe to win so easily. Is the Chaos Scripture really that terrifying?

Effortlessly defeating enemies of higher levels?

Zhao Shanhe stood tall with his knife in hand, his posture upright and his eyes clear.

Clearly, he didn't use his full strength in this battle.

He first nodded in acknowledgment to Feng Xi, thanking her for her earlier assistance.

Then, his gaze seemed to casually sweep over the corner where Jiang Hao was, and he nodded slightly.

He didn't recognize Jiang Hao; he was just being polite.

Just then, an old man in a golden robe and with golden horns rushed over.

His aura was refined and profound, and his imposing presence was even greater than that of Niu Zhentian. However, at this moment, his face was solemn, and even showed a hint of anxiety.

He is Niu Xuanhuang, an elder of the Golden Divine Bull Clan.

His gaze swept over Niu Zhentian's corpse, then over Zhao Shanhe holding the knife, his pupils contracting slightly.

The next moment, without hesitation, he bowed almost ninety degrees towards Zhao Shanhe.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao! Please calm your wrath!"

His voice was urgent:

"I am Niu Xuanhuang, an elder of the Golden Divine Bull Clan!"

He maintained his bowed posture and said quickly:

"The Mighty Bull Demon Clan has long resided in remote star regions, slumbering for far too long. They have become ignorant and foolish, unaware of the supreme majesty of the Chaos Emperor. Their words and actions absolutely cannot represent the true intentions of my Golden Divine Bull Clan!"

"This clan is arrogant and rebellious, daring to utter blasphemous words and offend the Chaos Emperor. They deserve to die a thousand deaths. On behalf of my clan, I declare that this branch is at Fellow Daoist Zhao's disposal. Whether you kill or imprison them, we will have no complaints!"

"Our clan's lax discipline has led to these unruly disciples offending you, fellow Daoist, and disturbing the peace of this place. We are deeply apprehensive and humbly beg your forgiveness. Our clan is willing to offer a small gift to express our apology and promises to strictly restrain all vassal clans and never repeat this offense!"

As he spoke, he presented a shimmering storage ring with both hands.

After saying this, he turned to the surrounding audience, especially Feng Xi and Jiang Hao, and bowed deeply in greeting:

"I apologize for disturbing your enjoyment and offending your senses today, and I hope you will forgive me!"

Upon hearing this, the audience fell silent.

The first reaction of everyone was shock.

The Golden Bull Clan... actually bowed their heads? And so completely?

This is royalty...

My second reaction was understanding.

Indeed... that was the Chaos Emperor.

A being who could easily defeat a Supreme Being upon attaining enlightenment must now be even more unfathomable.

Although the Golden Bull Clan is powerful, there is no emperor in the current era. What can they use to gamble on the attitude of an invincible figure in the world?

Moreover, even if the Golden Divine Bull Clan had an emperor in the present day, it would be useless; they would still have to bow down before the Chaos Emperor.

The third reaction was one of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).

This is the true wisdom of ancient royalty.

A brave man cuts off his own arm to stop the bleeding; saving face is insignificant in the face of survival and the continuation of the community.

Some of the cultivators began to whisper among themselves:

"I heard that Elder Niu Xuanhuang is known in the clan for his steadiness and resourcefulness. After meeting him today, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved."

Zhao Shanhe remained silent for a moment, looked at the bowing Niu Xuanhuang, and slowly spoke:

"The Chaos Emperor, with the universe in his heart and blessings upon all living beings, would not hold a grudge against an entire clan because of the delusions of an ignorant fool."

His tone turned cold, and his voice echoed through the starry sky:

"However, the Emperor's reputation must not be tarnished. Today's events should serve as a warning. If anyone dares to insult the Emperor again in the future—"

Xian Shanhe gripped the hilt of the knife.

"I, Zhao Shanhe, will kill any disciple of the Daoist Sect I see. My blade will show no mercy."

His gaze swept over the ring, and after probing it with his divine sense, he nodded slightly and reached out to take it.

"I hope the nobles will remember what I said today, and upon returning, make the Mighty Bull Demon Clan repent properly before the statue of the Great Emperor for a year."

Upon hearing this, Niu Xuanhuang's tense body visibly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Understood, understood. Thank you for your magnanimity, Fellow Daoist Zhao. I will certainly remember this, I will certainly remember this!"

He personally stepped forward and carefully collected the bodies of the unconscious Niu Poshan and Niu Zhentian.

Then he bowed to Zhao Shanhe and the surrounding people again, not daring to linger for a moment, and tore through the void, quickly leaving with his men.

His back view even seemed somewhat flustered.

In the corner, Jiang Hao calmly watched Niu Xuanhuang perform a series of kneeling slids and apologies.

The Golden Bull Clan's modus operandi matches the descriptions in ancient texts.

Since ancient times, this tribe has been known for its ability to observe wind direction and its cautious avoidance of disaster, which has enabled it to preserve its main force in various major battles.

It seems this tradition has been continued.

Unfortunately, they didn't become arrogant; instead, their subordinate tribes did.

This is really...