Another “Next!” was uttered, but now the young kings from the other realm felt entirely different—nothing could be worse or more terrifying than this!
Earlier, when Shi Hao first said “Next,” many had thought he was courting death, ignorant of the vastness of the heavens, and had mocked him relentlessly.
But now, countless beings were shaken. The real feats were laid bare—not bragged about, but carved through bloodshed. Even a descendant of Anlan had been defeated. Who dared to underestimate him now? Who could still belittle this youth?
This was undoubtedly a fearsome young supreme, one who could hunt kings!
“Disgusting! This insignificant ant dares to dream of devouring a heavenly dragon? A monster has emerged from the descendants of those failures!” The Serpent Yaksha sneered, unwilling to accept it.
Its silver-scaled body and thick serpentine tail writhed. It had been eager to fight earlier, but now it hesitated, deeply wary of Shi Hao!
Zhan Feng, who possessed a quarter of Anlan’s true blood—how mighty was that? Yet even he had been defeated. The golden spear condensed from a wisp of true blood had been snapped by that man, stunning many beings from the other realm.
“Well slain!”
“What Anlan’s true blood? What power of true names? What supreme lineage? This so-called prodigy is nothing special—wasn’t he still crushed by Huang?!”
On the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, cheers erupted. The faces of all the young cultivators shone with pride. Consecutive victories were truly uplifting.
The earlier defeats had been suffocating—one heroic figure after another had fallen in this ancient battlefield, shattering morale.
Now, Shi Hao stood alone at the forefront, slaying three young elites from the other realm in succession, his undefeated might stirring immense waves and making him the center of attention.
“Next? It’s been many years since anyone dared to scorn our realm’s cultivators like this. Today, in this place, you’ve been cowed by a single man—are you afraid of him?!”
From the rear, a shadowy figure stood before the abyss of darkness, motionless like an eternal fossil. Yet his words reverberated, shaking hearts and minds.
He did not rage, but his icy tone sent chills down spines, instilling deep fear.
The young kings of the other realm wore expressions of shame. Faced with that human cultivator, they had forgotten to retort, failing to resist immediately—a disgrace to their martial pride.
“What is there to fear? Since ancient times, our realm has birthed countless peerless talents, shaking the ages. His methods are nothing compared to theirs!” one young king declared loudly.
“Kill him! He’s just a descendant of those failures from the Immortal Ancient era. Even their immortals were crushed, their ancestors groveling at our feet. As their descendant, what is he? Slaughter him like his forebears!”
Battle auras surged into the heavens as the young kings of the other realm, brimming with innate arrogance, clamored to kill Shi Hao.
Among them, two figures stood out, wreathed in chaotic energy, exceptionally striking!
These two had remained silent until now, their eyes gleaming with visions of collapsing universes and crumbling heavens.
Terrifying experts!
Shi Hao glanced at them but showed no fear. Though he sensed a threat—potentially unimaginable young adversaries—he remained composed.
The Immortal Turtle Shell did not immediately glow, nor did it directly select his next opponent.
Having won three consecutive battles, overwhelming his foes, this counted as a great victory. He could withdraw, recuperate—this was the rule, established during the decisive battles of the Immortal Ancient era.
It was a replication of the pinnacle clashes at the end of the Immortal Age.
That war had been one of wailing ghosts and weeping gods, where stars fell endlessly, and Immortal Kings clashed in bloody combat. Yet, tragically, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had still lost.
Battle flags of old had returned wrapped around the corpses of Immortal Kings, their blood staining the broken heavens, shattering the faith and resolve of that era.
Today’s battle, though incomparable to that world-shaking final clash, carried profound implications. Victory might be tied to the fate of their people.
On one side, the other realm roared with killing intent and curses; on the other, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths cheered. The stark contrast made Shi Hao, standing in the battlefield, the focal point.
“What arrogance! Does he truly think he can take on ten kings of our realm alone? He’s doomed to die a gruesome death, paying for his hubris in blood!” a young elite from the other realm spat.
Shi Hao could have retreated, but he stood firm as a spear, unmoving, awaiting his next opponent.
“Once, there were those who claimed to shine with the sun and moon, to live as long as heaven and earth—immortals. But when they faced our realm, the sun and moon were struck down, heaven and earth shattered, and they fell. Some survived by chance, only to become prisoners. Others had their wills erased, turned into the most obedient slaves,” someone taunted, mocking Shi Hao as a descendant of failures, his ancestors meeting pitiful ends.
At this, the cheers from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths ceased. All eyes turned icy, glaring at the offenders.
This was too much—repeated insults to their ancestors, their forebears. It was unbearable, stoking a fury that demanded retribution.
“Oh? Some of those so-called supreme beings became slaves?” Someone from the other realm feigned ignorance before adding, “Ah, I recall—my ancient ancestor keeps a mindless slave. So it was one of your ancestors?”
Eyes on the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths side burned red with rage.
“Enough!” Shi Hao barked, unable to endure it any longer.
“Your ancestors may have won some battles, but that was them—not you. The humiliation our world suffered will be repaid one day!” he said coldly.
“Hahaha…” The young kings opposite laughed deliberately, easing the frustration of three consecutive defeats.
Shi Hao said nothing more. He sat cross-legged, summoning a cauldron and pouring in divine spring water before igniting sacred flames.
What was he doing? Many were puzzled.
“Bring me my spoils,” Shi Hao called to Cao Yusheng.
Cao Yusheng and the others immediately understood. They swiftly delivered the remains of the Mantis Flood Dragon and the golden goat-like creature.
Shi Hao himself seized the shattered body of Zhan Feng, the Anlan descendant.
Zhan Feng’s true form resembled a white lion, its jade-like body now mangled, like the Mantis Flood Dragon and golden goat, reduced to fragments after being blasted apart.
Alone on the battlefield, Shi Hao set to work—skinning, washing, preparing the flesh of the three elites with practiced ease.
“What are you doing? Insulting our young kings?!”
The taunts and laughter from the other realm finally ceased. Someone couldn’t take it anymore, roaring in outrage.
“These are my spoils. Want them back? Bring me a Hongmeng Purple Qi Seed or a Life Seed. Otherwise, scram!” Shi Hao retorted coldly.
By now, it was clear what he intended.
The Mantis Flood Dragon, golden goat, and Zhan Feng had become ingredients, cleaned and tossed into the cauldron to simmer.
“You’re courting death!” someone shrieked, driven mad with fury.
Their young kings, reduced to food—cooked right on the battlefield—was an unimaginable disgrace.
“Shut your mouth. If you’re unhappy, come and die. My meal could use another course!” Shi Hao shot back, unwavering as he prepared his feast.
The cauldron bubbled with the flesh of three elites, radiant beams of essence rising.
Beside it, Shi Hao conjured a cluster of Dao flames, roasting golden goat legs and other choice cuts. The aroma was intoxicating, the meat glistening with juices.
Only Shi Hao could manage this—ordinary cultivators couldn’t hope to cook such potent flesh, brimming with divine energy.
“You… how dare you?!” The young kings of the other realm were incensed. Shi Hao’s retaliation was beyond reason.
They had insulted the ancestors of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, mocking their subjugation. Shi Hao’s response?
You’re just food. That was the unspoken message, and every young king from the other realm knew it.
Yet he said nothing, letting his actions deliver the slap—sharp, stinging, driving some to the brink of madness.
“Good!” Cheers erupted from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
A surge of heat rushed through them, hearts pounding with exhilaration. Shi Hao’s act was cathartic, making many want to roar in triumph.
At this moment, though Shi Hao wasn’t fighting, his actions felt more impactful than ten battles.
“What you’ve done crosses the line. You’ll pay—a thousand cuts won’t be enough!” the young kings of the other realm howled.
“I’m waiting. Whoever comes, dies,” Shi Hao replied.
The rich aroma of meat and beams of essence filled the air. The flesh of three kings was a treasure trove of vitality, rivaling divine ginseng fruits.
“I’ve always wanted to taste delicacies from across the world. This is my first time sampling fare from the other shore. Mmm… truly exceptional!”
Shi Hao sat alone on the battlefield, devouring golden meat, each bite accompanied by radiant auspicious light.
“I’ll kill you!” someone screamed, provoked beyond endurance. Many were trembling with rage, on the verge of collapse from the humiliation.
“Mantis Flood Dragon, golden goat, and a white lion with Anlan’s blood—all land-dwellers. Stewed together, this dish deserves a name. How about… Earth’s Triple Delicacy?”
Between bites, Shi Hao mumbled, the rich aroma spreading, tantalizing to the point of melting tongues.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths side fell silent briefly before bursting into laughter.
“Today, you’ll die horribly, your blood washing away this shame!” the kings of the other realm bellowed.
“Bring me wine!” Shi Hao beckoned grandly, demanding fine liquor from his allies.
Whoosh!
A jar of divine wine flew over, personally delivered by an elder of an immortal lineage.
Shi Hao stood, broke the seal, and raised the jar, drinking deeply. His battle aura soared as he declared, “Earth’s Triple Delicacy is just the appetizer. Come! One by one, I’ll kill you all—I’ll make it a Perfect Ten!”
His bold proclamation shook the borders of the Great Scarlet Heaven. A single man, vowing to slaughter all the young kings of the other realm!
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