“There’s no misunderstanding. You want to kill me, don’t you?” Little Rascal remained calm, standing at the heart of the forbidden grand formation, his gaze fixed on the crowd before him—especially the one at the center.
Shi Li’s eyes gleamed with intensity. Though aged, his spirit was vigorous, his cultivation profound, and his body robust—he could easily live for decades more. He narrowed his eyes at Little Rascal, a glint of murderous intent flickering within, yet he hesitated to act immediately. This was no ordinary youth. Crowned as the Supreme Being, unrivaled in the Void God Realm, he had shattered record after record, earning Shi Li’s deep wariness. From what he knew, this boy could become Shi Yi’s greatest rival—a thorn in his side that demanded constant vigilance.
Today, upon hearing that the “holy terror” had arrived at their doorstep, Shi Li’s heart lurched. He rushed to witness the situation firsthand, ready to act as circumstances dictated. When he arrived and saw the boy standing at the formation’s core—the very nexus of the forbidden array—his killing intent surged. If he could activate the formation now and eliminate him, it would be perfection.
For some reason, the sight of this boy unsettled him deeply. He couldn’t shake the premonition that this youth would bring calamity in the future.
“Young man, your arrogance knows no bounds!” Shi Li roared, finally steeling his resolve. “The Martial Prince’s Manor is not to be trifled with. By barging in like this, you challenge the dignity of a kingdom’s nobility!”
Though the boy was monstrously strong, how could he defy the heavens while standing atop the formation’s eye? This was an ancient grand formation, a legacy of their ancestors. The Martial Prince’s Manor was one of the Stone Kingdom’s main bloodlines, wielding methods beyond mortal comprehension—a divine array passed down by an ancient sacrificial spirit, its power boundless and terrifying.
That sacrificial spirit had been worshipped by the entire nation, revered as an ancient deity. How could anything it left behind be weak?
Initially, Shi Li had hesitated—after all, this boy had once devoured even the Rain God’s decree. But now, seeing him standing atop the formation’s death nexus, he felt assured. Even if the holy terror was strong enough to break the formation, he could never escape the fatal curse of its core.
“Elder, he did not force his way in. He came as a guest, and we brought him here to observe,” one elder interjected, righteous yet cautious. He feared the consequences—what if something went wrong? Many had tried to kill the holy terror, yet all had perished. The fate of several great clans served as a grim warning—their sacred lands had been razed to the ground.
“There is no need to fear him!” Shi Li sneered, his silver hair still lustrous despite his age. “Your cowardice is unwarranted.”
“Finished talking?” Little Rascal remained unshaken, standing firm. “If you want to kill me, then act.”
Shi Li felt as though his fist had struck air. The boy’s composure was infuriating, stifling his rage. Yet, unease gnawed at him. Could something still go wrong? The formation, though suppressed in this realm, should have no trouble crushing a boy standing atop its core. Why did he still feel unsettled?
His eyes darkened with uncertainty.
“If you don’t act, I’ll leave—and then I’ll come for you,” Little Rascal said coolly. His gaze swept over the crowd beyond Shi Li—familiar faces, even after all these years.
So, it was them—Shi Yi’s uncles and brothers, the ones who had shielded him and his mother, who had once besieged his father. Back then, they had been no match for Shi Zi Ling, who had sent them flying with his spear, leaving them grievously wounded.
“Elder, reconsider!” Another elder within the sacred land transmitted a warning to Shi Li, fearing catastrophe.
“Kill him!” Shi Li finally commanded, raising his hand.
The formation, already activated, erupted with radiant beams of light, crisscrossing the space like a sea of lightning. Countless runes converged toward the center, where Little Rascal stood, intending to grind him to dust.
Yet, the boy didn’t move.
Ten heavenly passages erupted around him, their brilliance merging into a divine halo. The light was so intense that it blinded all onlookers, searing their eyes and senses. The world turned white, and blood trickled from their eyes. Terror gripped them—was this still human power? How could a mere youth in the Heavenly Passage Realm possess such might?
Deafening explosions shook the formation. The runes burned and clashed like colliding mountains before collapsing.
Shi Li’s eyes swelled as he staggered back, fear gripping his heart. How had the boy survived the formation’s full force? This was the legacy of the Stone Kingdom’s sacrificial spirit—a power at the very limits of what this world permitted. Standing atop its core should have been an instant death sentence.
Yet, the battle within raged on, growing fiercer. The boy was about to break free!
“How is this possible?!” Shi Li paled.
At the formation’s heart, Little Rascal stood wreathed in divine light, his ten heavenly passages fused into an unstoppable halo. He didn’t dismantle the formation piece by piece—he crushed it outright.
The ten passages unleashed divine energy, merging with his flesh, annihilating every rune in their path. His power was absolute.
**BOOM!**
The passages themselves were terrifying, rotating around him with overwhelming force. The ground shattered, the sacred land’s inscribed runes obliterated.
This was divine might—true invincibility.
Little Rascal strode forward, demolishing the formation with every step. The central array? He crushed it beneath his foot, reducing it to dust.
The sight was horrifying. Yet, blinded by the passages’ radiance, the onlookers could only assume he was struggling.
By the time the dust settled, the grand formation was in ruins, its light extinguished, its runes erased.
“By the heavens! What happened? Why has the ancient formation failed?” The crowd was aghast. The formation’s divine energy had vanished—had it been drained dry?
**BOOM!**
With a final explosion, the formation collapsed. A radiant figure emerged, standing tall like a deity descended from the heavens.
Little Rascal dispersed the light, his ten passages now hovering around him like a godly entourage.
“So, this is the Martial Prince’s Manor’s forbidden grand formation?” The Supreme Being shook his head, his voice calm yet thunderous to their ears. “Pathetic.”
This was a myth unfolding before them—a boy shattering the formation left by the Stone Kingdom’s ancient sacrificial spirit. It was unthinkable!
Now, they understood the true terror of the holy terror.
Silence reigned. Then, as realization dawned, their hairs stood on end. They had provoked a calamity.
Little Rascal stepped forward, advancing toward Shi Li. His ten passages blazed, filling the air with divine runes.
“Ah—!” Shi Li screamed, unleashing a treasure spell before turning to flee.
But the boy’s response was simple. He raised a hand, golden runes solidifying the air.
Shi Li flew backward, frozen mid-motion, until he landed at Little Rascal’s feet. The boy stepped on him, his voice cold.
“You? Kill me?”
Those few words struck like a hammer to Shi Li’s chest, nearly making him vomit blood. Never in his life had he been so scorned.
“You—!” His face burned with humiliation, yet he couldn’t move.
“Pathetic. The Martial Prince’s Manor should be ashamed to have an elder like you.” Little Rascal sighed.
For a man of Shi Li’s stature—a figure of immense power and prestige—to be mocked by a child was unbearable.
“Guh—!” Blood sprayed from his mouth.
Little Rascal pressed down, worsening his injuries. Then, he produced a Soul-Extinguishing Needle, its crystalline tip glinting with cold malice.
Shi Li stiffened, terror gripping him. No one welcomed death, and now, faced with the consequences of his own actions, regret consumed him.
“Using this on you would be a waste,” Little Rascal mused.
Shi Li’s brief relief turned to fury. To be dismissed so casually—it was worse than death.
“You haven’t seen the end yet. Dying now would be too merciful.”
Little Rascal had plans. One day, he would stride into the real Martial Prince’s Manor and declare: *I, Shi Hao, still live.*
He would defeat the one who stole his Supreme Bone and make every last person who wronged him witness it.
After all, he was still a child at heart—one with grievances to settle.
“Go back. Wash your neck. Live well.” His whisper was too soft for others to hear. Then, louder: “Get lost. Don’t embarrass yourself further.”
**CRUNCH.**
His foot came down, ending Shi Li’s life as easily as crushing an insect.
“As for the rest of you—you’re not even worth the needle.”
With a wave of his hand, golden runes filled the air.
**POP! POP! POP!**
Bodies burst apart in sprays of blood.
Not a single soul from Shi Li’s retinue survived.
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