The dragon soars through the skies, a spectacle of divine omens!
Shi Hao’s fist pierced through the heavens, his body wreathed in sacred glyphs that burned like fireworks, dazzling and resplendent. This strike was peerless in its dominance.
Yuan Feng’s expression changed instantly as he swiftly summoned a magical artifact to block the attack.
It was a radiant spear, its glow illuminating the firmament. With a single thrust, it shattered the void, cracks spreading for miles—its power was overwhelming.
*Clang!*
Shi Hao’s fist collided directly with the spear’s golden tip. Instead of bloodshed, a blinding light erupted.
Amidst the metallic clash, his punch shattered the golden spearhead into hundreds of fragments, scattering in all directions like a meteor shower.
For a moment, the sky was filled with streaks of light, crashing into the earth in a breathtaking yet terrifying display, leaving the reddish-brown ground riddled with craters.
*Boom!*
The next instant, the entire golden spear exploded—not just the tip, but even the shaft shattered into brilliant fragments.
Shi Hao’s iron-willed punch carried terrifying blood energy that rippled through the void, making the very air tremble. Everyone around was awestruck.
*Pfft!*
Yuan Feng spat blood, his arm convulsing in excruciating pain. The force transmitted through the spear had left him pale.
Had it not been for the golden spear, he would have been pulverized on the spot.
This was a rare treasure, forged from divine materials, yet it couldn’t withstand a single punch from Shi Hao—shattered into pieces.
Yuan Feng acted decisively, retreating at lightning speed like a soaring eagle, his momentum fierce as he attempted to flee.
He knew—this opponent was unbeatable. Staying meant certain death.
The onlookers were stunned. Yuan Feng’s strength was undeniable, yet he had been forced to cough blood and flee after just one punch.
Who was this? They couldn’t see clearly, for Shi Hao was now enveloped in sacred glyphs, his body burning with golden flames.
At his core, he resembled a blazing sun, divine fire raging around him, obscuring his true form.
Yuan Feng guessed—for in that brief clash, he had seen those eyes. The same calm, confident gaze from their confrontation at the Celestial Academy.
But today, those eyes held mockery and disdain, as if he were nothing.
*”Could it really be him?!”* His heart trembled. How had he grown so strong, far beyond imagination?
He fled swiftly, but his pursuer was faster. In a blink, Shi Hao was upon him, the violent force of his fist howling through the air.
This was no ordinary strike—it was a tsunami, roaring like crashing waves, bearing down with unstoppable force.
Before the punch even landed, the scorching heat and overwhelming pressure sent Yuan Feng hurtling forward, blood gushing from his mouth.
This man was terrifying. Yuan Feng couldn’t believe it—a mere servant, suppressing him, a cultivator of two immortal auras, with ease.
Who was he? He must have another identity, perhaps rivaling even Lü Tuo or Wang Xi. The thought chilled him.
A hidden master, lurking in the Celestial Academy.
He suspected this man had also cultivated three immortal auras—otherwise, such strength was impossible.
But those who achieved three immortal auras were as rare as phoenix feathers. Where had this man come from?
Instantly, a name flashed in Yuan Feng’s mind—*Huang!*
Could it be that cultivator from the Three Thousand Provinces? The thought sent ice through his veins.
That man had been exiled by his grandfather to the Primordial Ancient Mine, never to return—rumored dead, a genius lost too soon.
Yuan Feng shuddered. Had he returned?
From head to toe, he felt cold. Now he understood why this man had come—vengeance for his grandfather’s sins.
And just moments ago, he had mocked the cultivators of the Three Thousand Provinces, only to be witnessed by this very man.
*Whoosh!*
The fist’s gale swept him away like a leaf, blood spraying from his lips.
Panicked, Yuan Feng tried to escape but found no path. Desperate, he twisted mid-air and spat out a glowing speck to counterattack.
The speck expanded rapidly—a jade-white tortoise shell, swelling to several meters tall, forming a shield to block the incoming strike.
*”Suppress!”*
He roared, forced to use his most powerful treasure—a fragment of a supreme artifact, said to be remnants of a Sovereign’s tortoise shell.
As Yuan Qing’s descendant, he naturally possessed such treasures.
Shi Hao sneered, drawing the Great Luo Immortal Sword. With a flick, he shattered the white shell, widening its existing cracks.
*Crack!*
Yuan Feng paled.
This was a relic of a supreme treasure—even damaged, it should withstand attacks from Heavenly Deity-level cultivators.
Yet now, it was being pierced. Clearly, his opponent wielded something equally monstrous.
*Snap!*
Another crisp sound—Shi Hao’s sword pierced through the shell, erupting in dazzling light as it slashed forward.
Yuan Feng screamed, death looming. That radiant sword strike was unstoppable.
*Pfft!*
Before the blade even reached him, sword energy tore through his defenses. Despite unleashing all his techniques and glyphs, his palm was pierced in a flash of blood.
In the next instant, Shi Hao sheathed his sword faster than Yuan Feng could see.
Yuan Feng wanted to scream for help, but only red-furred beasts surrounded him—he had fled too far, isolated.
He wished Lü Tuo or others were nearby, but hope was futile.
*”Spare me!”* he begged.
*”Give me a reason.”*
*”I am Yuan Qing’s youngest grandson!”* he blurted, his usual pride now a desperate plea.
But then, realization struck like thunder—this man might be *Huang*, the one his grandfather had exiled.
*”Time to depart,”* Shi Hao said, his fist surging forward.
*”Help!”* Yuan Feng shrieked, resisting with all his might, howling into the distance.
Someone did arrive—but it was the cultivators of the Three Thousand Provinces, watching from afar, awaiting his demise.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao’s fist struck, the golden mist around his face dispersing as he faced Yuan Feng.
*”It’s you!”* Yuan Feng’s face whitened as the force engulfed him, his glyphs shattered, his body trembling under the impact.
Now, seeing Shi Hao’s face, his suspicions were confirmed.
He had seen *Huang’s* portrait—this was him.
And then, the face shifted again—into that of Wang Xi’s follower.
*”No! My grandfather will kill you!”* In his final despair, he could only utter this trembling threat.
But it was futile. His body cracked under the fist’s radiance.
*Pfft!*
Yuan Feng exploded into a rain of blood.
Shi Hao charged past, his fist tearing through everything, golden glyphs igniting like divine flames around him.
The distant onlookers witnessed this scene, trembling at his silhouette.
*A War God.*
That was the impression Shi Hao left—one punch obliterating Yuan Feng. How could they not be terrified?
*”Hmm?”* Shi Hao noticed a bone talisman silently absorbing the blood essence.
He recalled—this was a life-saving talisman given by the Celestial Academy’s elders. Could it truly revive him?
He dashed forward, picking it up. To his surprise, Yuan Feng’s soul was hidden within, not yet dead, gathering blood to reform his body.
*Crunch!*
Shi Hao crushed the talisman, annihilating the soul within.
Otherwise, once enough blood was absorbed, the talisman would escape back to the elders, allowing Yuan Feng to revive.
And so, Yuan Feng perished—utterly destroyed by Shi Hao.
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