The warriors who participated in the battle felt as if they wished for death. There was no need for further thought—today’s battle had turned them all into mere stepping stones that forged the invincible legend of the holy terror. This battle was utterly tragic for them. Over a dozen major factions, countless experts joining forces, yet all were slaughtered single-handedly by the holy terror, staining that “demonic land” with blood. Especially under the watchful eyes of the crowd, there was no concealing the truth. Everyone had witnessed it—how utterly humiliating! How could their sects and clans possibly bear such disgrace?
Within the Void God Realm, after a brief silence in the Initial Land, chaos erupted. The place was packed shoulder to shoulder, filled with powerful figures from all corners, hailing from ancient kingdoms and great sects. They had come out of curiosity, eager to witness the holy terror’s prowess. Yet, what they saw today far exceeded their expectations—truly a journey worth taking, an immense reward to witness such a brutal and bloody battle.
The holy terror lived up to his reputation as “the bane of gods and men.” In a single battle, he annihilated all his foes, leaving none alive. His ruthless efficiency, striking like thunder, deeply shook every onlooker, stirring their hearts.
The news surged like a tidal wave, sweeping across all regions. Not only did it shake the various blessed lands and cave heavens of the Void God Realm, but even the great sects of the real world were left in shock. Many were left dumbfounded.
“What is this?” Little Rascal muttered suspiciously as a radiant glow descended, enveloping an object. The light hovered before him like a lantern. He reached out to touch it, and with a soft *pop*, the glow split apart, revealing an irregular piece of metal—a fragment resembling part of a bronze artifact.
“What kind of junk is this?” The holy terror was thoroughly unimpressed. After slaughtering all those experts in one battle, was this broken fragment all he got?
The crowd was speechless. This kid truly knew no satisfaction. The Void God Realm had bestowed a treasure upon him, yet he still complained—what a little miser!
Many watched closely, eager to learn what he had obtained. After all, he had just set a record, triggering the world’s laws to respond and reward him.
“Looks like a broken piece of a plate. What’s the use?” The holy terror scratched his head, his expression utterly baffled—a stark contrast to the demonic aura he exuded moments ago.
Fearing he might miss out on something valuable, he examined it carefully but found nothing except some strange markings. Unwilling to give up, he channeled his runes, yet the bronze fragment remained lifeless.
Finally, Little Rascal bit down on the metal piece with a loud *clang*, grinding his teeth furiously, yet failing to leave even a scratch.
“I can devour even ancient remnant beasts, yet I can’t chew through this scrap of bronze?” He narrowed his large eyes into crescents, sensing that this object must be extraordinary.
“Let me appraise it for you,” Fine Jade suddenly spoke up, striding forward with an air of wisdom, like a transcendent master.
“No way!” Little Rascal immediately stuffed the fragment into his robes, eyeing the old swindler warily. Handing it over would mean never getting it back.
“What’s with the attitude? Acting like I’m some thief?” Fine Jade huffed, his goat beard twitching indignantly.
“Give it to me. I’ll trade you a peerless treasure technique!” Treasure Spell chimed in, feigning calmness, though Little Rascal could sense his underlying excitement.
“Tsk, these two old foxes are acting way too eager. It must be a supreme treasure!” the crowd murmured, craning their necks for a better look.
Everyone wanted to know—what exactly was it?
Little Rascal stepped back, warily eyeing them before turning to the stele before him, hoping for answers.
The stele shimmered, radiant and crystalline, inscribed with several lines of text—his newly set record.
“Battle Saint.”
The opening words were followed by a summary: he had defeated a group of powerful enemies in the shortest time, measured by the destruction of treasures, formations, and the number of slain experts. He had broken a record.
Many crowded around, their hearts trembling at the implications.
This time, numerous sects had dispatched their elites—at least a dozen major factions had brought precious blood, and over twenty forces had truly acted. Each sect had sent no fewer than twenty or thirty experts, yet all had been annihilated.
The combined might of their killing formations and treasures could have slain the descendants of ancient dire beasts—this was the pinnacle battle of the Blood Moving Realm.
Yet, the holy terror had not only survived but crushed them all, slaughtering every last one in the shortest time possible!
“Fragment of an ancient bronze artifact—one-tenth of the whole.”
This final line revealed the nature of the reward, yet it only deepened Little Rascal’s confusion. What use was this?
However, those who read it turned pale. Some nearly lunged forward, ready to kill him and seize it for themselves.
Elderly experts gasped, their expressions shifting dramatically.
“How is this possible? It’s actually *that* thing! Has his combat prowess defied the heavens, earning him a legendary sacred artifact?”
“Astounding! After so many years, such an item has reappeared!”
The old men jostled forward, red-faced and desperate, as if they wanted to snatch the fragment right out of Little Rascal’s grasp.
Sensing he might have obtained something extraordinary, Little Rascal quickly retreated, putting distance between himself and the crowd—especially Fine Jade and Treasure Spell, who were silently inching closer.
“I’m warning you—anyone who steps within ten paces of me gets eaten!” The holy terror bared his pearly white teeth threateningly.
The crowd froze, then halted. This was a blood-soaked demon who had just slaughtered hundreds—who would dare provoke him?
“So what *is* this thing?” Little Rascal demanded.
Though many burned with envy, unwilling to reveal the truth, some sighed and admitted defeat, knowing they stood no chance against him here.
“It’s a fragment of the *Ancient Divine Scripture*.”
“But there’s no writing on it?” Little Rascal pulled out the bronze piece again.
“This is only one-tenth. If you gather the whole, it will unlock an immortal treasury, inevitably containing a supreme treasure technique.”
“*What?!*” The holy terror’s eyes widened. The Void God Realm had such things? He was electrified.
In the past, others had obtained similar fragments. When assembled, they revealed a supreme treasure technique from the ancient era—something even pure-blooded dire beasts and divine birds coveted.
As this revelation spread, the place erupted in chaos. Many, like Little Rascal, had been unaware—now their blood boiled. This had to be a supreme divine ability born from primordial bone inscriptions!
“How do I get the other pieces?” Little Rascal asked eagerly.
“Difficult. Extremely difficult. Unless you keep breaking records—the most impossible, most challenging ones—you might have a chance.”
“Perfect! Once I’m done in the Initial Land, I’ll head to the cave heavens and blessed lands. There’ll be plenty of records to smash!” Little Rascal grinned excitedly.
The crowd paled. This troublemaker had wreaked enough havoc here—now he was aiming for higher realms? A storm was coming.
Many felt their hearts constrict, nearly suffocating, and immediately turned to leave, rushing to report the news.
The cave heavens and blessed lands of the higher regions were the strongholds of ancient clans and noble houses—each invaluable, not to be trifled with.
And now, the holy terror seemed intent on plundering them! If he remained unstoppable even there, catastrophe would follow.
The mere thought was terrifying.
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**Rain Clan**
Upon hearing the news, the Rain Clan was furious.
The holy terror had slaughtered their forces, using their corpses as stepping stones to set a record—and had been rewarded with something so divine? The injustice was unbearable.
Even the elders trembled with rage, barely suppressing the urge to vomit blood lest their injuries worsen.
“Back then, Yi’er also obtained a mysterious sacred artifact—though he kept it hidden. It was said to be a treasure no lesser than the *Ancient Divine Scripture*.”
The Rain Clan’s fury burned. They saw the holy terror as a calamity that needed to be eliminated early.
Their only consolation was that Shi Yi remained peerless.
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**Tuo Ba Clan**
An ancient and illustrious lineage, the Tuo Ba Clan fell into stunned silence upon receiving the news.
“This brat is too strong—unreasonably so. If he grows unchecked, few will be able to restrain him!”
“He’s only invincible in the Initial Land, proving his mastery of the Blood Moving Realm. But once he leaves, his dominance may not hold.”
“I refuse to believe he can remain unrivaled in the Cave Heaven Realm! Once he steps beyond the Initial Land, we *must* kill him!”
Similar discussions echoed among the four great families, all with darkened expressions.
“This kid is indeed terrifying. In the Blood Moving Realm, he’s nearly untouchable. But once he ascends, let’s see how he fares. We *must* find a way to kill him—both his avatar and true self!”
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The news spread like wildfire.
The holy terror’s battle had annihilated hundreds of experts from multiple sects—a massacre that set a terrifying record.
The heavens had bestowed upon him a fragment of the *Ancient Divine Scripture*, recognizing his combat prowess. This shook the world.
Whether in the Void God Realm or the real world’s ancient kingdoms, a storm was brewing, stirring monumental waves.
Some envied, others despised. The reward was too extravagant—though only a fragment, it held boundless promise. If completed, it would surely grant a supreme divine ability!
Even an emperor would covet such a treasure.
Countless sects and noble houses were thrown into uproar.
“Let’s form a team to hunt the holy terror and seize the scripture!”
“Dream on. Even united, the sects were slaughtered. You wouldn’t stand a chance even with ten thousand men.”
“*Sigh…*”
Amid the clamor, many realized—this was only the beginning.
Given the holy terror’s nature, he would soon leave the Initial Land.
Then, the question was: would the sects pray for mercy, or would the world unite to destroy him?
No matter what, a greater storm was brewing—and it was about to break!
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