With a single slash, not only were three of Bei Feng’s followers cut down, but two of them were also formal disciples of the academy, having cultivated immortal energy.
Yet, in Shi Hao’s state of raging fury, they were as insignificant as a few stray dogs—utterly powerless!
Amid the shocked cries and furious shouts of the others, Shi Hao strode forward, his aura intensifying. The golden warblade in his hand expanded as he swung it once more, sweeping through the air.
The blade’s radiance stretched long, like a cascading waterfall, surging forward in a dazzling display.
*Thud!*
Several more were slain, accompanied by flashes of lightning. Two others, standing further away, were reduced to charred husks.
“You dare?!” From the distance, Bei Feng’s furious roar echoed as he raised his hand, unleashing a divine rainbow from his palm toward Shi Hao.
Shi Hao sidestepped effortlessly, leaving behind a gaping abyss where the attack struck, piercing deep into the crimson-brown earth, revealing an endless darkness below.
Who was he?
The cultivators from the three thousand provinces were stunned, failing to recognize Shi Hao. At this moment, he was entirely different from before—having employed the *Seventy-Two Transformations*, altering not just his appearance but even reconstructing his bones and flesh.
Clearly, this method of reshaping bones and reforging flesh was excruciating, yet it ensured the utmost secrecy, making it impossible for others to see through him.
Even the *Heavenly Eye* could discern nothing, for this was true flesh and blood reconstruction, not mere illusion.
“Who are you? Do you dare oppose the Bei Clan?” one of Bei Feng’s followers barked, his voice trembling with false bravado. He had no choice—the demonic figure before them was advancing relentlessly.
“Quite a few followers,” Shi Hao remarked coldly, his tone laced with mockery.
The remaining so-called followers were actually disciples of the academy—six or seven of them, prodigies from various regions who had willingly pledged allegiance to Bei Feng.
Upon confirming that it was indeed the Bei Clan suppressing him, Shi Hao’s heart burned with fury. Had he not been fortunate, he would have perished in the *Primordial Ancient Mine*.
Strictly speaking, Yuan Qing was merely an accomplice—the true mastermind was the Bei Clan!
Moreover, there were hidden grievances involved, tied to the enmity between the Bei Clan’s ancestor and the progenitor of the Shi Clan, one of the *Seven Kings of the Borderlands*. This only stoked the flames of his anger further.
“Ancient grudges, long buried—yet you cling to them. Unable to defeat our ancestors, you resort to suppressing us instead.”
Shi Hao clenched his fists, his rage boiling. Suppressing him for ten years was tantamount to sealing off all his opportunities within the academy, cutting off his path entirely.
Everyone knew that the *Celestial Academy* was pooling all its resources—dragon blood, immortal scriptures, and more—to nurture two or three supreme young sovereigns, sparing no effort.
They had gathered countless treasures from across the Nine Heavens, resources unattainable elsewhere—an unimaginable opportunity.
It was under these circumstances that the Bei Clan had schemed to expel and suppress Shi Hao, barring him from participation and nearly driving him to his death.
*Swoosh!*
Shi Hao raised his hand, fingers splayed, and five divine beams shot forth, striking the group ahead.
*Crack!*
The sound of shattered treasures echoed as the group screamed.
*Pop!*
A soft, almost gentle sound—yet it shook the soul. The runes of their bones were erased. These individuals had burned their potential, unleashing the strongest techniques of their lives, only to be shattered by a single finger.
*Thud!*
Blood sprayed as they collapsed, their brows pierced, falling lifelessly into pools of crimson.
Such was his overwhelming might—unstoppable, annihilating several experts with a mere gesture, leaving the dozen or so abducted cultivators from the three thousand provinces in stunned silence.
“Audacious!”
Bei Feng was enraged. He had been focused on killing Xuan Kun, never expecting his forces to be decimated so swiftly.
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao’s expression shifted as he noticed something peculiar. Some of the fallen were indeed academy disciples, and upon their deaths, life-preserving bone talismans emerged, absorbing their essence in an attempt to escape.
“Break!”
Shi Hao roared, forming a fist seal and obliterating them all!
These were divine talismans bestowed by the academy elders, meant to save lives—yet even these failed to secure their escape.
*Swoosh!*
In the next moment, a tide of dark energy surged forth, vast and boundless, engulfing Shi Hao entirely. Bei Feng had diverted his attention to strike, intent on crushing him.
This was a dark-attribute force, derived from an ancient heavenly art.
Shi Hao did not engage. Instead, a pair of lightning wings sprouted from his back, and with a single flap, he vanished, evading the attack effortlessly.
He had no intention of joining the fray yet, hoping the other two would continue their battle. He owed Xuan Kun no favors, nor was he eager to engage Bei Feng in a life-or-death struggle now.
Everything could wait until their duel concluded!
Shi Hao chose to stand aside, observing coldly.
Naturally, Bei Feng would not allow this. Even while battling Xuan Kun, he struck again, unleashing a devastating dark art—a billowing black mist that surged toward Shi Hao.
*Hum!*
At that moment, the void trembled as a radiant moon rose, dispelling the darkness. It bloomed beside Bei Feng—he was under attack!
Princess Yao Yue had arrived, aiding Xuan Kun with a decisive strike.
Though injured herself, she acted without hesitation. If Xuan Kun fell, her own fate would be sealed. Moreover, she and Xuan Kun had long been allies—saving him now would earn his gratitude.
Shi Hao smirked. The situation had escalated into chaos once more.
“Cross of Divine Judgment!” Bei Feng roared.
His hands slashed through the air, forming black and white beams that intersected into a colossal cross. Dao runes erupted, terrifying in their might, hurtling toward Yao Yue.
*Boom!*
The void trembled as if struck by divine drums, the sound oppressive, shaking souls.
Immortal energy surged—this was a clash of the highest order!
Alas, both Yao Yue and Xuan Kun were grievously wounded, far from their peak. Had they been at full strength, their combined assault would have forced Bei Feng to retreat in defeat.
*Cough!*
Yao Yue and Xuan Kun spat blood, but Bei Feng was not unscathed—his face flushed, a trickle of blood escaping his lips.
“Die!”
Bei Feng hissed, activating an ancient dark art. Rolling demonic clouds surged as his form vanished, leaving only darkness shrouding the land.
Yao Yue and Xuan Kun countered with their own heavenly arts, unleashing their ultimate techniques.
*Rumble!*
The sun and moon dimmed, the heavens and earth lost color. A cataclysmic explosion erupted, distorting reality itself—as if all existence teetered on the brink of annihilation.
The sky shattered!
Chaos energy rampaged through the area.
Even the indestructible battleground of immortals crumbled, revealing a vast underground palace beneath.
Everyone froze—they had inadvertently uncovered an ancient ruin.
As the darkness receded and the chaos dissipated, the grand palace emerged faintly within the abyss below.
A faint, intoxicating fragrance wafted up—*divine medicine*!
Shi Hao’s heart raced. The headless creature must have originated from here!
The others realized it too, diving toward the abyss.
A shrill cry echoed as a divine herb emerged from the depths, burrowing into the earth and fleeing into the palace.
Now, Shi Hao could no longer remain idle. He dashed forward, intent on entering the palace.
Clearly, this was an ancient grotto-heaven.
*Boom!*
Yao Yue, Xuan Kun, and Bei Feng clashed once more, this time even fiercer, their ultimate techniques igniting the air with boiling runes and tearing the void asunder.
“Die!”
When the dust settled slightly, all three were coughing blood—but Bei Feng, though wounded, was still in better shape. He roared again, forming a terrifying seal to unleash his supreme heavenly art.
*Hmph!*
At that moment, Shi Hao struck. He too formed seals, diving from above. For an instant, he seemed to split into six figures, each executing a different seal.
In truth, it was merely his speed creating an illusion.
He was borrowing the power of seals to execute an ancient heavenly art—*Six Paths Reincarnation*!
The moment this art manifested, the heavens and earth paled. The very air grew suffocating.
Shi Hao’s seals crashed toward Bei Feng.
The combatants within the battlefield shuddered, as if realizing something.
Princess Yao Yue’s eyes gleamed with intrigue as she stared at Shi Hao, but she did not hesitate—joining his assault against Bei Feng.
Xuan Kun, of course, needed no prompting, his hatred for Bei Feng driving him to attack as well.
*Boom!*
The world shattered as chaos erupted. Countless runes collided in the most terrifying explosion.
Bei Feng’s dark art was overwhelmed. He was sent flying, blood spewing from his lips.
Yet even then, he gritted his teeth and lunged toward the underground palace.
“Where do you think you’re going?!” Shi Hao bellowed, forming the *Six Paths Reincarnation Seal* once more, unleashing the heavenly art to suppress him!
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