The scene fell into dead silence as the powerful figures present watched with bated breath, their minds stirred by the spectacle. All sighed in admiration—this was truly the unrivaled prowess of Shi Hao. Even at a critical juncture of life-altering choices, he remained as domineering as ever.
Even disciples of the Celestial Academy—he struck without hesitation, utterly ruthless!
Many onlookers gaped, yet no words escaped their lips. Even the two captives were stunned. Who would dare humiliate them like this?
“Shi Hao, you struck me?!” the silver-haired woman shrieked. The slap had landed squarely on her face, the pain searing into her bones. Her face swelled grotesquely, her phoenix eyes nearly sealed shut by the swelling.
Shi Hao stepped forward and, with a merciless kick, sent her flying.
“Ah—! Who will kill him for me?!” the silver-haired woman screamed, her humiliation driving her to the brink of madness. As the descendant of a mighty figure from the Celestial Academy, she had never suffered such indignity. Now, she was both enraged and terrified.
**Boom!**
The void trembled as if struck by a colossal drum, the vibrations shaking the surroundings violently. The shockwaves sent nearby cultivators reeling, their blood and qi churning, nearly fainting from the impact.
It was the purple-haired man who had struck. Moments ago, Shi Hao had hurled him to the ground and stomped on his face, shattering his nose. Now, hearing the woman’s scream, he retaliated in secret.
In his hand, the Purple-Gold Demon-Subduing Pestle radiated divine light, its power unparalleled. It tore through the void, crashing toward Shi Hao with devastating force.
Without a doubt, this pestle was a supreme weapon, capable of slaying Heavenly Deities—perhaps even a divine artifact meant to vanquish demons!
Around it, terrifying ripples spread, shattering everything they touched.
A few cultivators nearby screamed as the purple ripples grazed them. The divine light sent them flying, blood spurting from their mouths, nearly killing them.
Yet, at the center of the battlefield, Shi Hao stood unharmed, unmoving, bathed in divine radiance as if enveloped in immortal light.
His expression was solemn, his eyes profound. He turned sharply toward the man and said, “Still haven’t learned your lesson?”
Many hearts trembled. He had emerged unscathed from such an attack—how?
“Is that his Unique Heavenly Passage?!” someone gasped. The disciples of the Divine Academy had heard of his legendary breakthrough, the creation of a peerless passage beyond all others!
The passage blazed like a scorching sun, dazzling and resplendent, shielding Shi Hao at its core. No technique could breach it. The pestle descended, yet it could not harm him in the slightest.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao stomped down. The purple-haired man howled, unable to evade. He had barely managed to half-rise to wield the pestle, only to be crushed back into the ground.
**Cough!**
Blood gushed from his mouth as that foot descended like a mountain, carrying the aura of the Great Dao, suffocating him.
**Crack!**
His ribs shattered, agony twisting his face. “Shi Hao! Do you still wish to enter the Celestial Academy?!” he roared, hoping to intimidate Shi Hao into stopping.
**Clang!**
The next moment, the pestle in his hand dimmed, its purple radiance fading as Shi Hao’s foot crushed it, its runes dispersing.
The man was horrified. Just how terrifying was this youth’s physical body and mana? With a single step, he had ruined a divine weapon!
The pestle cracked, its divine power lost.
**Boom!**
The purple-haired man was kicked away, his bones snapping like dry twigs, leaving him half-crippled.
Simultaneously, Shi Hao strode forward and kicked the silver-haired woman, sending her flying with blood spraying from her nose and mouth—utterly ruthless.
All of this happened in an instant, too fast for anyone to react.
“Ah—!”
The silver-haired woman screamed, finally realizing this was not the Celestial Academy. There was no protection here—this youth would show no mercy.
She summoned a treasure vase, desperately defending herself while glaring furiously. “Senior Brother, save me!”
Shi Hao did not relent. A single finger pointed forward, summoning thunder and wind, the scene deafening and terrifying.
Enveloped in divine light, he appeared saintly, his finger strike like a deity descending to vanquish demons. There was both majesty and grace in his movements—a paradoxical yet harmonious presence.
**Crack!**
The treasure vase exploded, its fragments scattering like fireworks.
Many were petrified. That was a supreme treasure, inscribed with the Great Dao’s patterns—yet Shi Hao had shattered it with a single finger.
The woman shrieked, her body riddled with wounds from the shrapnel, blood raining as she collapsed, unable to move.
“Stop!”
Those who had been knocked back earlier on the golden path shouted, brandishing their artifacts to block Shi Hao.
Shi Hao turned but did not press further. He had no intention of killing them outright—doing so would provoke the old monsters. The lesson had been delivered.
Silence reigned briefly before chaos erupted. Such an event was impossible to ignore. No one had expected Shi Hao to be so ruthless.
“Disciples of the Celestial Academy… are just so-so,” someone muttered under their breath.
The words were like oil poured on fire, stoking tensions. Many searched for the speaker but found nothing.
Some glanced at the bone gourd floating in the sky—the Sacred Academy’s vessel. Perhaps one of them had mocked.
Regardless, the provocation worked. The Celestial Academy’s disciples darkened with fury, itching to retaliate.
Even without the taunt, they would not have tolerated Shi Hao’s dominance.
The stone planet trembled, tidal forces surging as a terrifying domain locked the sky. Distant birds froze mid-flight.
The crowd paled—such power!
A portal opened on the planet’s surface, a rainbow bridge extending forth as figures emerged, standing atop an arch of radiant mist.
“You truly know no bounds, repeatedly defying the Little Heavenly King’s majesty. Now that the Heavenly King has arrived, let’s see how you fare!” someone sneered.
Dozens of young geniuses from the Celestial Academy stepped out, all elite talents brought for this exchange.
“The Little Heavenly King has appeared!”
The crowd below stirred. The main figure had finally arrived—would he face Shi Hao?
Rumors spoke of a peerless prodigy, unmatched among his generation, hailed as a Heavenly King. Given his youth, he was called “Little.”
Such a title spoke volumes—he could overlook all peers across the realms!
All eyes fixed on the seven-colored bridge, eager to witness the Little Heavenly King’s true might.
Among the forty-odd figures, men and women alike exuded overwhelming auras, their divine senses like cascading silk. Many bore three immortal auras, their heads crowned with blooming Dao flowers—three petals each, a terrifying sight of divine evolution.
At their center stood a man with skin like polished jade, translucent and radiant, wreathed in immortal mist. His blue hair flowed like satin, smooth and lustrous.
His face was not strikingly handsome, but his serene smile exuded tranquility. His eyes, clear and untainted, gleamed like flawless sapphires, untouched by worldly filth.
This man was extraordinary—just a glance made one feel an inexplicable closeness, as if he embodied the Dao itself, detached from mortal concerns.
He resembled an exiled immortal, not a cultivator of this world, his grace beyond mortal comprehension.
“Transcendent and saintly—such individuals are rare even in ancient texts!”
“He resembles the true offspring of an immortal!”
Many marveled. His bearing matched the records of immortal descendants—his physique nourished by immortal energy was unmistakable.
His future was unimaginable. Barring accidents, he would surely ascend to immortality, his strength destined to shock history.
“I am no match for him,” Mo Dao murmured beside Shi Hao, his voice heavy with resignation.
The man’s mere presence exuded a threat Mo Dao recognized—he had once known someone similar, far beyond his reach.
“You lack confidence,” Shi Hao said, glancing at him.
Mo Dao shook his head bitterly. He wanted to explain—he had met such a person before.
“Though far from true immortality, he carries traces of immortal aura, just like that person. I know I cannot rival him,” Mo Dao admitted.
Shi Hao turned, understanding. “Your sister possesses such immortal grace?”
“Yes,” Mo Dao replied. Twin prodigies of a single lineage—a sensation in the foreign realm. Yet under his sister’s brilliance, his own status paled.
All knew his sister was peerless, favored by the undying ones, taken away to train alongside royal descendants.
“Have you gained anything from my Azure Armor?”
The Little Heavenly King’s voice carried a magnetic warmth, soothing restless hearts like a spring breeze.
“Truly the Little Heavenly King—every gesture resonates with the immortal Dao!” Some female disciples of the Divine Academy gazed at him with admiration.
“Just as the ancient texts describe the descendants of immortals—his grace is unmatched. Such a man is destined for eternity, not to linger in the mortal world.”
The Little Heavenly King’s appearance alone drew universal acclaim.
“I’ve learned a little,” Shi Hao replied, gazing at the transcendent figure in the sky.
Above, Princess Yaoyue stood beside the Little Heavenly King on the stone bridge, her white robes fluttering in the wind. A peerless beauty, she had ties to the Celestial Academy.
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