Shi Hao felt his body heating up, his blood surging violently, his face flushed red, and his hair standing on end in fury—he was truly enraged to the extreme, boiling with anger!
The Wang Clan—how dare they!
Killing him was trivial; their schemes ran far deeper, and that was far more terrifying. Instead of opposing the beings from the other shore of the world, they might even be colluding with them. Such devils, such scum!
No wonder, during the final trial grounds, that crow had let out such a grating laugh when mentioning the Everlasting Clans. There were unspeakable filth and secrets hidden within.
The Everlasting Clans—each one so glorious, radiant beyond measure. Yet who could have imagined that some among them harbored such sinister intentions? It sent chills down one’s spine.
“Hmm, don’t get too worked up. Calm yourself,” the wrinkled old man chuckled, utterly unperturbed, even as he was called scum. “Young man, you’re far too naive. The world isn’t divided into black and white—most of it exists in the murky gray in between. That is the true color of this world.”
“When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken. You think you can endure forever, but do you truly believe the beings from the other shore will let you be? One day, they will surely wipe you all out!” Shi Hao rebuked.
“You think too much. This world is far more complicated than you imagine. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths don’t consist of just our Everlasting Clan. Not all of us survived through desperate struggle—the complexity is beyond your comprehension.” The old man smiled, yet his words carried a venomous chill, like an aged viper.
“Why waste words? Finish him quickly. There’s no need to let him die an enlightened ghost!” Wang Manglong said, his eyes filled with hatred and malice.
He knew that once Shi Hao was killed, it might remain hidden for a time, but eventually, the supreme experts would uncover the truth. When that day came, he would undoubtedly be sacrificed as the scapegoat.
This was a thankless task, one that would cost him his life. That was why he loathed Shi Hao so deeply—even though they were the ones who had come to kill him, he blamed everything on Shi Hao.
“Still so impulsive, no improvement at all,” the old man glanced at Wang Manglong with dissatisfaction, finally understanding why the clan had chosen to sacrifice him.
This old creature cared little for life or death. His lifespan was nearly exhausted, and he would pass away within a year or two. He had lived long enough and feared nothing.
“Hand it over!” he demanded coldly, no longer bothering with pretense. He knew Shi Hao must have obtained something extraordinary, something heaven-defying.
“How shameless! To think there are people as filthy as you in this world. I saw every bit of your ugly face just now,” the golden little ant fumed.
“Ah, I nearly forgot. If you hadn’t spoken, I might have overlooked you,” the old man’s smile turned icy as he stared at the Heavenly Horned Ant on Shi Hao’s shoulder. “What a rare and legendary species—one of the strongest bloodlines, the pinnacle of physical power. Obtaining you would surpass all treasures. In the future, our Wang Clan will have a Heavenly Horned Ant, providing supreme blood for generations to come, birthing countless superhuman talents.”
Hearing such greedy words, the little Heavenly Horned Ant trembled with fury. This man was utterly despicable, capable of such shameless words.
“Old bastard, keep dreaming! I truly wonder—did scum like you play a role in the fall of this world during the final battle of the Immortal Ancient Era? Greed like yours could drive you to commit any vile act!” the golden ant spat hatefully.
“Too naive. Such topics are beyond you,” the old man ignored it and turned back to Shi Hao. “You were the first to emerge from the immortal ruins beneath the Celestial Academy, rushing straight to the North Sea. There must be something even more important here. Hand it over.”
At this point, he no longer bothered with pretense. His tone was cold, his expression sinister, leaving no room for refusal.
“Scram!”
That was Shi Hao’s only response. He found these people utterly despicable, unworthy of being called living beings of this world. This clan was rotten to the core.
Such a terrifying Everlasting Clan did not deserve their glory—they were the most malignant tumor.
“I truly don’t understand why the Great Elder and others haven’t united to wipe out clans like yours!” Shi Hao seethed.
“I told you, this isn’t a world of black and white. Between the two lies gray, and those who see things too starkly will find no place in this world,” the old man said indifferently, lecturing him. “And you’re overthinking it. Our clan never allied with the other shore. At most, we negotiated some terms back then.”
According to him, the Wang Clan had never crossed that line!
Shi Hao had heard rumors—some Everlasting Clans had remained neutral, signing immortal contracts. Perhaps the Wang Clan had been one of them.
“Enough! I don’t want to see your face anymore!” Shi Hao said coldly.
“You little brat, still putting on airs? Hand over what you’ve obtained, or I’ll make you beg for death!” The old man finally dropped all pretense, his patience gone.
“We should have done this from the start. Why bother being polite? Crush him outright. I’d love to stomp on his face and see him groveling on the ground,” Wang Manglong sneered. Back at the Celestial Academy, Shi Hao had shattered his jaw with a single slap—his hatred ran deep.
This time, to eliminate this scourge, he might pay with his life. Knowing his fate was sealed, his resentment burned fiercely.
The old man’s expression darkened as he advanced cautiously—not out of fear for Shi Hao’s strength, but to prevent him from destroying his treasures in a final act of defiance.
If it were an unparalleled scripture or an ancient dao tome, such treasures might vanish forever if the boy self-destructed. That would be an irreparable loss.
That was why, from the beginning, he had engaged Shi Hao in conversation, trying to keep him calm.
Secretly, he had already begun casting spells. The surrounding void grew hazy, dimming as mist rose. This region beyond the heavens was now sealed!
“Ah, young man, you can still die with dignity. Hand over what you have, and I won’t torment you,” the old man smiled, confident in his control.
“Do you know what I obtained? The Indestructible Scripture!” Shi Hao stated bluntly.
Boom!
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck the void. The old man and the youth opposite him froze, then trembled—not in fear, but in greed, their eyes burning with desire.
“Hand it over!” Wang Manglong growled.
“Gentlemen, if you don’t show yourselves now, this scripture will likely change hands and become the Wang Clan’s treasured heritage!” Shi Hao called out to the distance.
“Hmm?” The old man stiffened, but upon careful sensing, he detected nothing.
“Really? If you don’t come out now, the scripture will be lost forever,” Shi Hao pressed. He hadn’t sensed anyone either, but he was gambling—if the Wang Clan had followed him here, perhaps other clans had too.
“You little brat, stop bluffing! Hand over the scripture now, or you’ll regret living!” The Wang Clan elder’s gaze turned venomous, all pretense discarded.
“Foolish thing, still trying to trick us. Who could possibly save you now?” Wang Manglong sneered.
Suddenly, the void trembled slightly, ripples spreading as if someone had forcibly broken through the Wang Clan elder’s spatial seal, dismantling the restraints.
A silver-robed figure emerged, clad entirely in gleaming silver armor, his face fully concealed—even his eyes hidden. His aura was overwhelming as he appeared abruptly.
“For the Indestructible Scripture, even I can no longer remain idle,” a voice spoke from another direction. A figure shrouded in black mist stepped forward.
Then, a green glow manifested, enveloping another powerful being.
In that instant, three mighty experts appeared—not allies, but rivals, all drawn by the mention of the Indestructible Scripture!
The Wang Clan elder’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected three such formidable figures to be lurking in the shadows, undetected even by him. This was a grave oversight.
“I only want the scripture, not the man,” the silver-armored figure declared.
“Same!”
“Likewise!”
The other two echoed, all here for the scripture alone.
“Fellow Daoists, this matter can be discussed. We can copy the scripture into four parts—one for each party. The man, however, will be mine to kill,” the Wang Clan elder proposed.
The three experts remained silent.
The Wang Clan elder laughed heartily. “Then it’s settled!”
He then turned sharply to Shi Hao. “You little brat, you’ve brought trouble upon me. I won’t let you die easily!”
“Ancestor, capture him! Let me be the one to torment him!” Wang Manglong eagerly stepped forward, itching to stomp on Shi Hao’s face.
Shi Hao remained calm, glancing at the figures around him. Ignoring the Wang Clan’s old and young, he addressed the three experts:
“Is Yuan Qing here too? He’d better be, or I’ll be sorely disappointed!”
Hmm?
Everyone froze, sensing something amiss. Why was Shi Hao so composed, so fearless?
Something was wrong—terribly wrong!
Their instincts screamed danger.
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