A crowd had gathered here, all vying for the young White Qilin!
Shi Hao stood alone, blocking the path against Ning Chuan, the golden-haired man, and others.
“This Qilin is mine!” declared the golden-haired man, his tone resolute. He intended to bring it back to Boundless Heaven—its blood held unimaginable value for his clan’s ancient ancestors. Moreover, what did it mean for him to have a Qilin willingly submit? A future of boundless glory!
“Who do you think you are? You can’t just take whatever you want!” Shi Hao scoffed, utterly unfazed even in the face of formidable opponents.
“Return to your Boundless Heaven. This Qilin has a connection with me!” Ning Chuan also spoke, addressing the golden-haired man.
“Haha…” The golden-haired man chuckled, unbothered. “You should know that the Celestial Academy will likely be established in Boundless Heaven. I’d prefer if we could coexist peacefully.”
“Are you threatening me?” Shi Hao asked, his gaze calm yet exuding an intangible pressure.
He despised intimidation, and the implication was clear—his opponent’s clan and faction held immense power in Boundless Heaven. If relations soured, trouble would inevitably follow.
“Waaah! How despicable! Stealing my little Bai and threatening us? Go die!”
From behind, the little rabbit glared with ruby-like eyes, waving tiny fists and shouting at the golden-haired man, her chin raised defiantly as if ready to punch him.
The atmosphere grew tense as cultivators from beyond the region closed in, one by one, standing beside the golden-haired man, ready to join the battle.
Of course, some powerful figures from Boundless Heaven remained unmoved, watching from afar.
As for Ning Chuan, Gu Jian Yun appeared beside him, wielding a divine sword, along with a few others who stepped forward to stand with him. Among them were ancient freaks!
The tension escalated.
Chang Gong Yan, the Dragon Maiden, and Cao Yusen also approached, standing beside Shi Hao in opposition.
The Ten Crown King, the Banished Immortal, Shi Yi, the Witch, and Yue Chan remained still, observing calmly from a distance.
“Little Rabbit, you sure know how to stir up trouble. How did you end up here and even catch a little beast?” Cao Yusen asked. Though the chubby youth had delicate features, his demeanor was carefree. “Is that a Qilin? Should we steam it or boil it later?”
“Aoo—”
The snow-white Qilin let out a pitiful cry, nearly bolting in terror, squirming in the Lunar Grace Fairy’s arms.
The surrounding crowd froze. This fatty actually dared to joke about eating a Qilin? Many exchanged uneasy glances.
At least the mood lightened slightly.
“Stupid fatty! Stop scaring my little Bai!” the Lunar Grace Fairy pouted, glaring with wide eyes.
“Seriously, we should consider it. This is an immortal beast—eating it would be a massive boost, comparable to an elixir of immortality,” Cao Yusen chuckled.
“Sigh!” Shi Hao sighed. Though he too was a glutton, he recognized this Qilin. If not for their past connection, he might have actually voiced support.
“Fatty, when I grow up, I’ll feed you to the Heavenly Horned Ant!” the little Qilin squeaked, its voice soft and childish, glaring with big eyes.
The Heavenly Horned Ant was one of the Ten Fierce, unmatched in strength across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—truly peerless!
“Why did you come out? Do you think this rabbit is the girl from your past life?” Shi Hao asked the Qilin.
“I…” The snow-white Qilin, barely a foot long, glanced at the Lunar Grace Fairy, then at Ning Chuan, its expression strange and complicated.
Before Shi Hao could hear its answer, he had to prepare for battle—the enemies were closing in, shattering the momentary peace.
“Clang!”
The golden-haired man struck first, summoning a golden spear. His aura surged as he gripped it with one arm, flicking it violently—the spear tip shattered space!
A dazzling light erupted from the golden spear, more terrifying than sword radiance, sweeping across the battlefield as it lunged toward Shi Hao.
This strike could easily slay a Heavenly God—its edge split the heavens, overwhelmingly fearsome!
This was the golden-haired man’s power!
“Clang!”
Yet, defying all expectations, Shi Hao countered bare-handed, evading the spear tip and slashing the divine weapon with a palm strike.
Sparks erupted, and the sound of the Dao rumbled.
Between the two, laws and order intertwined, resembling a storm of lightning sealing the space.
A few stray sparks landed on distant mountains, reducing them to dust in an instant.
The onlookers paled—this was terrifying.
If mere sparks from a clash could do this, how devastating were the true chains of order between them?
Both combatants were shocked. The golden-haired man was stunned—how could someone block his divine weapon bare-handed?
Shi Hao, meanwhile, was surprised—this golden spear was extraordinary, infused with Immortal Gold!
“Clang!”
Shi Hao drew the Great Luo Immortal Sword. It wasn’t that he couldn’t fight bare-handed, but this was a rare chance to further refine the sword.
This blade craved Immortal Gold, having already absorbed several types—Radiant Gold, Seven-Colored Immortal Gold, and more.
“Clang!”
The dull sword began to glow as Shi Hao swung it, illuminating eternity. A humanoid figure emerged, soaring like an immortal amidst holy mist and radiant rain.
The heavens seemed to open—this vision of ascension felt eerily real!
All of this was manifested by the engravings on the sword.
“Clang!”
The two weapons collided, divine light exploding as thunder roared. Chains of order surged across the battlefield, tearing through the void.
Everyone—Ning Chuan, the little rabbit, the foreign cultivators—retreated to avoid the shockwaves.
“Crack!”
“No!” The golden-haired man screamed as his spear was split by the sword.
A weapon infused with Immortal Gold, indestructible by nature—how could it be cleaved apart?
Yet it was true. The sword not only split the spear but clung to it, absorbing its essence—the Solar Immortal Gold.
“Ah—!” The golden-haired man roared, unleashing his divine arts to reclaim his treasure.
But it was too late. The sword absorbed the spear’s essence in an instant, leaving behind only dregs.
“Crack!”
The spear shattered, crumbling into worthless fragments.
Meanwhile, the sword, now enriched, shone even brighter. Above the flying immortal figure, golden lightning split the sky—a heavenly tribulation triggered by the absorbed Solar Immortal Gold!
The sword had gained another Immortal Gold, perhaps replenishing what it already possessed, etching the tribulation scene more vividly.
Everyone was stunned—this sword was bizarre!
Now, the other foreign experts moved, originally intending to help reclaim the spear but now joining the golden-haired man in attacking Shi Hao.
Shi Hao stretched, sheathing the Great Luo Immortal Sword. He wanted to test their strength bare-handed, gauging the power of Boundless Heaven. His fists blazed with thunder—clearly, he was invoking the Thunder Emperor’s techniques!
“Boom!”
Like a war drum, Shi Hao’s punches shook the heavens.
He fought them alone, a war god amidst surging divine light, unstoppable.
“Bang!”
One opponent was punched through the chest, his armor and defensive runes useless—he nearly exploded.
Shi Hao had held back, unsure how the three Supreme Elders would react if he killed foreign cultivators. They had warned against infighting.
The foreign cultivators paled. Shi Hao alone suppressed several of them—this was humiliating.
Even the distant foreign observers were shaken, itching to intervene and salvage their pride.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao fought fiercely, switching techniques seamlessly. With a sweep of his Kun Peng wings, he bisected another foe, sending them flying in a spray of blood.
He spared their souls—already showing mercy.
“How is he so strong?!” The foreign maidens paled, rushing to aid their comrades. Their earlier arrogance had vanished.
The golden-haired man roared, his flesh turning metallic—golden.
This was the secret art of the Golden Clan, descendants of Solar Immortal Gold that had gained sentience.
“Clang!”
Yet even in this form, he couldn’t suppress Shi Hao. Their battle grew fiercer.
Then Ning Chuan struck, darting toward the little rabbit. He feared Shi Hao would soon overpower the foreigners, making seizing the Qilin impossible.
“Fine, come at me together!”
Shi Hao roared, abandoning the foreigners to shield the little rabbit from Ning Chuan.
“Kill!”
The golden-haired man and his allies charged again.
This was a dragon-tiger battle, intense and brutal.
After all, Ning Chuan was a Six Crown King—a force to be reckoned with, capable of challenging Shi Hao.
Chang Gong Yan and the others prepared to join, but Shi Hao stopped them.
“Bang!”
Shi Hao targeted the weaker foes first.
One foreign cultivator was kicked away, half his body exploding.
“Pfft!”
Two others were sent flying, coughing blood, their bodies cracked and bloodied.
“Clang!”
The golden-haired man was struck in the back, the force splitting the sky.
Despite his golden form, his spine shattered, and he was sent flying, bleeding from seven orifices.
The foreigners shuddered—this youth was terrifying. And he had held back.
The foreign maidens, who hadn’t fought, paled. If this youth entered the Celestial Academy and clashed with the descendants of true immortals, what brilliance would erupt?
“Boom!”
Shi Hao faced Ning Chuan, growing ever more composed.
“Ning Chuan, in the Ancient Immortal Ruins, I drove you to flee. Do you seek death now?” Shi Hao taunted.
These words sent shockwaves through both the natives of the Three Thousand Provinces and the foreign cultivators!
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