A youth stood on the horizon, dragging the severed leg of the Three-Headed King, stunning countless onlookers!
As if in a true great realm, the evening glow painted the sky, stretching his shadow long and casting golden halos around him, making him radiate a divine brilliance.
Whether believed or not, the Three-Headed King had fallen in battle. Everyone knew that, with its prideful nature, it would never allow even a severed limb to remain in another’s hands if it were still alive.
It took a long while before the crowd snapped out of their daze, shuddering in realization.
“A peerless genius has made his name in this battle—is he about to rise to prominence?!” someone exclaimed in awe.
“No, we must eliminate him before he grows stronger. Otherwise—” whispered a creature from the foreign realm, convinced that this youth might rival even the royal bloodlines in talent.
“I still find it hard to believe. Did he really kill it?” others questioned skeptically.
Just then, another figure emerged from the horizon’s edge, clad in a bloodstained white robe, like a war god who had fought his way out of hell—a young hero with restrained but undeniable majesty.
“Mo Dao!”
Eyes narrowed in apprehension. Both the disciples of the Celestial Academy and the foreign creatures felt a chill—his status was now too delicate to ignore.
“Wait, look at the blood on him—that’s… the Three-Headed King’s!” someone shrieked, noticing the anomaly.
“It’s truly the blood of the Three-Headed King, drenching his entire body!” Some eyes gleamed with eerie light before their owners gasped, as if recalling something terrifying.
“Could it be… he was the one who killed it?” someone muttered under their breath.
As Mo Dao approached Shi Hao, his imposing yet reserved demeanor and the authority in his gaze were undeniable.
During Shi Hao’s fierce battle with the Three-Headed King, his unique cave heaven had shielded him, leaving little blood on him. In contrast, Mo Dao and his opponent had been drenched in gore during the chaos.
“The Godslayer—this imposing, upright youth must be the true slayer of the Three-Headed King!” someone concluded.
The closer Mo Dao got, the more obvious it became. His white robe was splattered with the unmistakable blood of the Three-Headed King.
“Was it you who killed the Three-Headed King?” Even the foreign creatures roared in disbelief, their hatred flaring. They couldn’t accept that one of their royal lineage had been slain.
Hostility surged. This man had killed a noble from their world—an unforgivable act of rebellion.
Mo Dao remained silent, his expression icy.
“What are you shouting about? Of course it was me. How’s that for heroic?” Shi Hao declared, brandishing the massive spider leg and swinging it a few times, cracking the earth beneath.
Many rolled their eyes. They had almost believed him, but his boastful tone shattered any illusion of heroism.
Had he been solemn and indifferent, he might have seemed heroic. But now, his self-praise made him anything but a peerless champion.
In contrast, Mo Dao’s silent, composed demeanor fit their image of a young overlord. And the enemy blood covering him only reinforced their suspicions.
“What kind of judgment is this? Can’t you see past appearances? A true hero kills a Three-Headed King as easily as snapping a chick’s neck. Here, take this leg!” Shi Hao tossed the limb into the crowd.
**Boom!**
Chaos erupted as people scrambled aside, afraid of touching it and inviting calamity.
“Fool! That’s a priceless ingredient for refining divine elixirs—paired with rare herbs, it can forge longevity pills!” Wang Xi transmitted urgently.
“What? This spider leg is that precious?!” Shi Hao gasped, then ordered Mo Dao, “Go get it back!”
Though hesitant, Mo Dao obeyed.
Meanwhile, the foreign creatures, especially their leaders, reacted with dark expressions. Some lunged forward—even in death, the Three-Headed King’s remains had to be retrieved.
**Bang!**
A clash erupted between beings who had cultivated three strands of immortal energy. Mo Dao fought fiercely, hurling the spider leg back toward Shi Hao.
“Retrieve!” Shi Hao commanded, stashing the limb into an alchemy furnace.
**Boom!**
The earth shattered, the void trembled. After a brief but intense exchange, Mo Dao and his opponent disengaged without fatal blows.
Eyes darted between Shi Hao and Mo Dao, questioning the former’s true strength.
“This guy is absurdly lucky—to have a three-strand immortal-energy prodigy as a servant! Who can compare? It’s downright outrageous!”
Opinions split. Some believed Shi Hao had slain the Three-Headed King, but most were convinced it was Mo Dao.
After all, a man bathed in royal blood was far more convincing.
“Such a glorious feat, and you still doubt me? How disappointing,” Shi Hao grumbled, drawing more skepticism.
Now, 99% of the crowd dismissed his claim—his lack of heroic demeanor and his petty boasting ruined any credibility.
**Swish!**
Someone swiftly collected drops of the spider leg’s blood from the ground.
“Take it back. Let the elder supremes use secret arts to determine how it died—and who killed it,” a foreign creature declared.
Hearing this, students from the Celestial Academy also rushed to gather blood samples for their grand elder’s inspection.
At that level, a single drop of blood or a fragment of bone could reveal countless secrets—even events from ancient eras.
Legend said that immortal beings could recreate past events, summoning scenes from bygone epochs.
Shi Hao fell silent. He had no desire to expose himself prematurely. In these end times, those who stood out first would fall first.
But the truth seemed inevitable. Once the supremes investigated, his deed—and even his face—would be laid bare.
A headache brewed. Slaying the Three-Headed King and the Void Beast had been exhilarating, but the consequences loomed darkly.
**Boom!**
Battle reignited as someone launched a surprise attack, deepening hostilities.
“Kill them!”
The battlefield roared back to life.
Annoyed, Shi Hao shouted at the foreign creatures, “Do you all want to die?!”
“Arrogant!” came the retort.
“Mo Dao, seize the one who spoke!” Shi Hao commanded.
Mo Dao hesitated but obeyed, charging at a young supreme locked in combat with Xuan Kun. His intervention tipped the scales.
With Shi Hao’s return, the tide turned. The balance shattered as his three-strand immortal-energy servant wreaked havoc.
**Swish!**
The targeted supreme fled, unable to withstand the assault. Xuan Kun gave chase, intent on finishing him.
“Mo Dao, assist Wang Xi!” Shi Hao ordered again, directing him to aid her against another young supreme.
Chaos spread. A three-strand immortal-energy warrior rampaging unchecked was unstoppable.
The foreign creatures paled, sensing disaster.
Some from the other realm burned with hatred for Shi Hao but dared not act—uncertain if he truly had slain the Three-Headed King.
If so, challenging him meant suicide.
For now, Shi Hao stood unchallenged.
Two-strand cultivators were no match, and three-strand experts were already engaged elsewhere.
“Mo Dao, over there!” Shi Hao directed once more, sowing further chaos.
Yet Mo Dao refrained from killing, merely repelling foes.
“Face me!”
A three-strand leader from the foreign realm broke away, charging at Shi Hao with a mighty fist.
“A so-called body refiner? Come!” the man roared.
“Huh? A half-step body refiner?” someone gasped. Though primarily a spellcaster, his physique was terrifyingly strong.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao stood firm, meeting the blow head-on.
**Thud!**
The impact shook the earth, splitting the void like thunder or war drums.
Their fists clashed again and again, unleashing unimaginable devastation.
“Retreat!” the leader suddenly commanded, signaling a withdrawal.
The Celestial Academy disciples gaped. What just happened?
“What are you waiting for? Pursue!” Shi Hao barked, wiping blood from his lips. “His arm is crippled! Daring to challenge a body refiner—suicidal!”
A stunned silence gave way to uproar.
“Kill them!”
“Don’t let them escape!”
The tide had turned. The forces of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths counterattacked fiercely.
**Boom!**
Then, the heavens split asunder.
The Cosmic Sack shimmered, enveloping the foreign creatures, while the Ten Realms Scroll unfurled like a world itself, shielding the academy’s students.
The two treasures’ manifested realms dissolved, returning everyone to reality.
“What happened?” On the black mountain beneath the Cosmic Sack, a skeletal figure emerged from a rift, demanding answers.
“The Three-Headed King was slain!”
“What? By whom?” The skeleton’s skull blazed with soulfire, scanning the crowd. Noticing the Void Beast’s absence, it stiffened.
“Where is the Void Beast?!”
“It… didn’t return?!” Panic spread. Had the Void Beast truly perished—not just entered hibernation?
Tai Sui Yellow Amulet Paper FuLu Taoist Love Talisman Traditional Chinese Spiritual Charm Attracting Love Protecting Marriage