The death of the Emerald-Eyed Golden-Scaled Lion King threw the entire region into chaos. The fall of a young prodigy from the otherworld was utterly unexpected, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
Creatures from the other side of the world were stunned, unable to believe what had happened.
Because the Emerald-Eyed Golden-Scaled Lion King had been slain by an unknown, insignificant youth—someone they had never even heard of. His death was humiliating!
A furious roar erupted as a horde of enemies surged in this direction. Among them were many elders, even those at the peak of the Severing Self Realm, arriving in an instant.
Soon after, enraged bellows echoed from the heavens as even Great Knights of the Escape One Realm rushed to the scene.
It was like stirring a hornet’s nest—countless beings were incensed!
However, from the Imperial Pass, Great Knights also arrived, intercepting the terrifying enemy forces.
For a warlike race, losing their king—one of the ten strongest of their generation—on the battlefield was an unbearable disgrace.
“Find him! I will kill him myself!” someone bellowed.
More than one of the Ten Great Prodigies was present. They had originally come to hunt down Shi Hao, yet an unknown, unheard-of human had instead slain one of their kings.
“Enough is enough! Are we truly so weak in this generation? One defeat after another, and now even one of the Ten Great Prodigies has fallen!” a creature howled in fury.
Thousands upon thousands clashed in the desert, a sea of bodies colliding like waves. But what splashed forth was not water—it was blood!
The most brutal battle raged across the heavens and earth.
This was not just happening here—deep in the distant desert, beyond the reach of sight, the same scenes unfolded. The clamor of slaughter shook the skies, an unrelenting display of bloodshed.
Amidst this chaos, finding Shi Hao was nearly impossible. There were simply too many combatants.
Worse still, no one had truly taken notice of him. Along the way, he had changed his appearance multiple times, becoming someone else entirely.
Shi Hao had faced countless foes before, but since arriving beyond the pass, he had been deeply shaken. The battles of the past paled in comparison to this.
Even though this was not his first time here, the sheer scale of death still struck his soul.
The battlefield was endless, filled with slaughter. Even those who seemed mighty in ordinary times fell like scarecrows, their lives reaped in droves.
Celestial Deities had become mere soldiers here—the lowest tier, dying in vast numbers.
Those at the Void Path Realm, who could dominate entire regions and were often considered sect masters, still fell in droves, their corpses piling up, blood gushing.
No matter how many enemies Shi Hao had faced before, nothing compared to this. In the blink of an eye, renowned figures perished, their bones forming mountains.
A sense of desolation, of ancient sorrow, filled Shi Hao. How many corpses had this desert buried since time immemorial?
It was impossible to count. In the distance, a great river—said to originate from the underworld—flowed crimson, carrying corpses and divine blood, a chilling sight.
Countless beings, both enemies and defenders of the Imperial Pass, fell in battle. A blood-red sun hung on the horizon, glaring and ominous.
The blood-soaked desert, the mournful war horns, the ceaseless charge—this was a scene Shi Hao would never forget, etched into his very soul.
Because the dead were too many, all powerful cultivators, cut down like wheat beneath the scythe.
Without experiencing such bloodshed, how could one understand true cruelty?
Shi Hao was no stranger to killing, but even he trembled here, realizing how tame his past battles had been.
Before, he had slain enemies one by one in duels. Here, he had to carve through countless foes, bathing in their blood.
“Killll!” he roared.
Here, cold steel gleamed, weapons clashed, and merciless slaughter wove the most brutal war song, shaking heaven and earth.
“A man is not a man until he has walked the battlefield!” someone laughed wildly, his body pierced by spears, arrows, swords, and blades.
Even so, the burly man laughed heartily, spitting blood.
“Even if I die, it’s worth it! I’ve already slain over a dozen Void Path Realm scum from the otherworld!” His bearded face was wild with triumph, though he staggered unsteadily.
“Only the frontier breeds true heroes! Ordinary battlefields are nothing compared to this!” an old man also laughed, his white beard flecked with bloody foam as his ruined organs spilled from his mouth.
His body was riddled with wounds, and an iron arrow was embedded in his forehead, barely missing his brain.
He too had slain many enemies, but his divine power was exhausted. Like the burly man, he was on the verge of death.
“You lowly wretches! Stubborn fools who refuse to submit—you dare kill so many of our warriors? Then die!”
A gaunt old man descended from above, his palm strike splitting the desert, sending waves of sand crashing down upon the defenders.
“Scum! I’ve killed enough to make my death worthwhile! Come at me!” the burly man bellowed, his body bristling with weapons.
The old man spat blood and sneered. “I’ll fight you to the death, you bastard!”
“Kill them all! Leave none alive!”
From further away, a cold voice commanded the gaunt elder to finish them quickly.
“Wait—is that… Martial Heavenly King?”
“The fourth-ranked of the Ten Great Prodigies—Martial Heavenly King is here!”
The enemy forces erupted in cheers, their morale soaring.
Hidden in the shadows, Shi Hao arrived, sneering. “Perfect timing. I was looking for you—for all of your so-called Ten Great Prodigies!”
He had tracked Martial Heavenly King’s movements, arriving just in time to see the two warriors on the brink of death. Without hesitation, he intervened.
“Not even a war god can save you now! Die!” the gaunt elder roared from the sky.
His palm strike was overwhelming, like a tidal wave. Even from a distance, the pressure forced blood from the mouths of the two warriors, their bones on the verge of shattering.
They were spent, while the elder was a master of the Severing Self Realm.
“Oh? You think a war god can’t save them? Who do you think you are?” Shi Hao stepped forward, standing amidst the swirling sand.
With a furious roar, he punched upward, his blood energy piercing the heavens. The essence of the Indestructible Scripture surged, amplifying his power to its peak.
Boom!
A dull impact echoed in the sky. The gaunt elder staggered back, blood gushing from his mouth, his face pale with shock.
His hand cracked—then exploded in a burst of gore.
Before he could react, a massive hand reached up from below, sealing him in place.
“You—!” He trembled, his cultivation suppressed despite being a Severing Self expert.
Crack!
Shi Hao snapped his neck, then obliterated his soul, killing him on the spot.
Everyone froze. Such a powerful being—slain just like that?
“How dare you?!”
Martial Heavenly King—Wu Feng—arrived.
His silver hair billowed, his body encased in a radiant silver aura, like a war god descending.
His piercing eyes locked onto Shi Hao. One of his subordinates had been killed so easily.
Shi Hao chuckled. They had clashed once before, seemingly evenly matched—but Shi Hao knew he had wounded Wu Feng.
Unaware that this was Shi Hao, Wu Feng was even angrier. An unknown nobody, daring to act so arrogantly before him?
Last time, their battle had been swift, both unleashing their strongest techniques in a life-or-death exchange.
After retreating, Wu Feng had coughed up blood, severely injured.
Since then, he had secluded himself, recovering and even advancing in cultivation. The battle had been a blessing in disguise.
As a disciple of the immortal Qi Min, his heritage was profound. Now, he had returned with confidence, seeking vengeance against Shi Hao.
Yet before finding Shi Hao, he encountered another formidable human. His silver eyes burned with killing intent.
“I’ll send you to your grave first, then hunt down Shi Hao!” Wu Feng declared.
The enemy forces cheered, certain of his victory. Among his peers, he was undefeatable.
Ranked fourth among the Ten Great Prodigies, a disciple of an immortal—how could he lose?
Shi Hao grinned, flashing white teeth. Without a word, he charged forward.
He would kill this so-called Heavenly King here and now.
“Brother Wu! After you finish this one, let’s hunt Shi Hao together!”
Two identical figures appeared nearby, each with four arms and hair of writhing serpents. Their golden bodies gleamed like metal, wings of light spreading behind them.
“The Twin Kings of the Feathered Serpent Clan!” someone gasped.
Ranked seventh and eighth among the Ten Great Prodigies, these twins were legendary—both making the list was a rare feat.
Shi Hao’s smile widened. “Rushing to your deaths? Could I wipe out half the Ten Great Prodigies in one battle?”
“What did you say?!” Wu Feng heard him clearly.
“I said, you should all attack together. Otherwise, you stand no chance!” Shi Hao laughed coldly, ready to slaughter them all.
“Ah, what a lively gathering. This king has arrived as well!”
Another young prodigy appeared—yet another of the Ten Great Prodigies.
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