Chapter 1137: Those Who Do Not Invite Disaster Will Not Perish

His words caused an eerie silence to fall over the battlefield.

Who was this person, claiming to have butchered a Void Beast? It was utterly bewildering—the news was too shocking.

Void Beasts were apex creatures, having cultivated three strands of immortal energy, with few rivals. Even if they were outmatched, they could always escape, as their greatest ability was merging into the void.

Generally speaking, Void Beasts were nearly impossible to kill!

Thus, many were stunned by his abrupt declaration. In an instant, countless cultivators from the Celestial Academy turned their gazes toward him, including figures like Lü Tuo and Princess Yao Yue.

A mocking laugh broke the silence.

The momentary calm was shattered.

Everyone turned to look—it was a being from the other world, the far shore, a transcendent figure who had fought Xuan Kun to a standstill.

“You? Kill a Void Beast? Hah!”

Soon, laughter erupted from the other side, filled with amusement, mockery, and disdain for what they saw as a blatant lie.

“Do you even know how transcendent the Void King Clan is? That lord was just undergoing nirvana, merging completely with the void. Its defenses were at their peak—unbreakable by anyone of the same realm. Only those one or two major realms above could hope to breach it.”

“You’re just a cultivator at the Sacred Sacrifice Realm, yet you dare boast like this? Oh, you’ve cultivated immortal energy? Still far from enough. What a joke!”

The beings from the far shore ridiculed him, their smiles dripping with disbelief.

In their world, it was recorded that a Void Beast’s defenses were strongest during nirvana, when it became one with heaven and earth—utterly impregnable.

Thus, no one believed Shi Hao had slain a Void Beast. To them, it was pure nonsense.

“Hmph, Lord Void must have hidden himself in the void. Nirvana requires rest. When he reappears, he’ll be even stronger.”

“When he emerges again, he won’t just be a Celestial—he’ll step into a higher realm, unrivaled under the heavens!”

The cultivators from the Celestial Academy were stunned. Was a Void Beast’s nirvana defense truly so terrifying?

Did that mean it was lying in wait, only to return even more formidable? A heavy weight settled in their hearts.

“Ah, the greatest fortune for the Void King Clan is enlightenment leading to nirvana. That lord must have unexpectedly achieved it here.”

The beings from the far shore smirked, looking at Shi Hao with mocking amusement, as if he had spun a tale too outrageous to be believed.

Shi Hao was inwardly surprised. Was a Void Beast in nirvana truly so hard to kill? Yet, to him, it had been effortless—no backlash or resistance from the void’s power.

Soon, he recalled the tiny figure seated atop his Dao Flower. Was it related?

He pondered, filled with questions. That figure seemed not of this era, as if it existed in the past. Could it truly wield such power?

“Hah! Caught in your own lie, speechless now, aren’t you?” one of the far shore beings taunted outright.

Shi Hao glanced at them. “I said I butchered the Void Beast. If you don’t believe me, call it out and see if it answers.”

Someone scoffed. “Everyone knows that once a lord enters nirvana, it must slumber for a time, undergoing evolution. How could it possibly appear now?”

Shi Hao was genuinely baffled. He had killed a Void Beast, yet no one believed him. Well, it didn’t matter—he hadn’t planned to boast anyway. Believe it or not, it was up to them.

But one thing was certain: when the Void Beast never reappeared, everyone would realize the truth of his words.

And when that happened, it would unleash a storm of unimaginable proportions.

“You’re quite the jester, still cracking jokes at a time like this,” Princess Yao Yue remarked, her lips curling in amusement.

Many from the Celestial Academy watched Shi Hao—some whispering, some laughing, others furious. Most were locked in battle, and this distraction only fueled their irritation.

Wang Xi’s cheeks flushed slightly. The man beside her was utterly unreliable, even daring to boast about such a thing as if it were some grand feat. It was downright embarrassing.

“Could you… just stay quiet for once?” she hissed at him.

“Quiet? You just don’t get it. It’s just a Void Beast—you treat it like treasure, but to me, it’s no different from a stray dog. If I wanted to eat it, I’d just chop it in half. Later, I’ll treat you all to Void Beast meat!” Shi Hao said nonchalantly, mixing truth and lies, leaving them to wonder.

If the Celestial Academy didn’t believe him, so be it. It would keep the Wind Clan from prying. If they found out, they’d dig for the truth—and that would lead to Feng Xingtian’s death, bringing trouble to his doorstep.

Wang Xi’s opponent, a white-robed youth, sneered. This man was truly amusing, spouting nonsense in broad daylight.

“Kid, are you sick? What’s with the stupid grin?” Shi Hao glared at him.

The white-robed youth stiffened. Did this guy just call him—a kid? The audacity!

“You have a death wish?!” The youth nearly abandoned Wang Xi, itching to fight Shi Hao instead.

“Come at me then. One punch, and you’re done,” Shi Hao taunted, beckoning him.

The youth frowned. This guy was bizarre—spouting nonsense without fear of death?

He had been fighting Wang Xi, a three-strand immortal energy cultivator, to a standstill. How many could claim such a feat?

And now, some random youth dared to mock him?

“You’re digging your own grave!” the youth said coldly, noting Shi Hao’s two strands of immortal energy—unaware of the third.

Shi Hao smirked. “You can’t even beat a woman, yet you’re acting tough? Little Xi Xi, kick his ass and make him cry!”

The crowd froze.

Wang Xi’s face burned with embarrassment. This guy was beyond unreliable—spouting nonsense in such a situation!

His casual, mocking tone was a direct insult to his opponent.

The white-robed youth trembled with rage. This bastard dared to ridicule him? Such disrespect to a young supreme with three strands of immortal energy—did he have a death wish?!

Many from the Celestial Academy stifled laughter, while the far shore beings seethed. The white-robed youth’s prowess was undeniable—yet someone dared provoke him like this?

No one could gauge Shi Hao’s true strength, assuming he only had one or two strands of immortal energy. Was he suicidal?

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” someone sighed, shaking their head at Shi Hao.

Even his allies agreed—this guy was too reckless, asking for a brutal lesson.

“You calling me stupid?” Shi Hao turned to the speaker, beckoning him too.

The man exploded with fury, abandoning his fight to charge at Shi Hao. A two-strand immortal energy cultivator, he had three heads and six arms—one human, one lion, one roc—a powerful hybrid of a rare lineage.

“Idiot, come die!” the creature roared, lunging.

He leaped, one leg sweeping out to crush Shi Hao, while his six arms formed seals, runes blazing like divine rainbows, aiming to annihilate him.

But Shi Hao was faster. A blur remained where he stood as he appeared mid-air, as if mastering space itself like a Void Beast.

*Bam!*

Shi Hao’s right hand shot out, seizing the creature’s ankle in an iron grip. The pain was excruciating.

In raw physical strength, few could rival Shi Hao. The gap was vast.

The creature’s six arms moved like a thousand-handed monk, forming seals to strike.

But Shi Hao was relentless. Golden light erupted from his body as he swung the creature like a ragdoll, smashing him into the ground with earth-shaking force.

The impact was brutal—everyone winced at the sight.

Dust billowed as the ground cracked, the force like an earthquake.

Shi Hao’s speed and strength were beyond mortal limits, turning combat into a display of raw, violent artistry.

The creature’s body crumpled, his six arms still mid-seal as his face met the unyielding earth.

In an instant, his form was mangled.

“Agh—!”

His scream was agonized.

He was a pitiful sight—bloodied and broken.

This miniature world, forged by the Ten Realms Diagram and the Cosmic Pouch, had ground harder than steel.

*Swoosh!*

Shi Hao’s sword qi flashed, beheading the creature without hesitation.

“Anyone else want to die? Step right up,” he said lazily.

The contrast between his brutal act and his casual tone was jarring, leaving many dazed.

“Even more useless than a Void Beast. Disobey, and this is your fate—chopped.” Shi Hao scanned the crowd. “Who’s next?”