The blue-haired youth’s face was dark and grim, his body enveloped in a hazy glow as he strode forward step by step, wielding a cyan-gold whip. He could barely contain his fury. The sea trembled beneath his feet, swelling into towering waves—his rage manifesting in the churning azure waters. Not long ago, he had been humiliated in battle, a stain on his life that would strip him of his right to inherit the throne of the Ancient Divine Mountain.
“Seal the surroundings. I’ll deal with him myself,” Qing Yun declared coldly, his gaze icy as he pointed the cyan-gold whip at Shi Hao’s forehead.
“I hate it when people point at my head,” the holy terror grumbled.
“Ten Heavenly Passage realms—so what? Watch as I shatter them one by one, leaving you powerless!” The blue-haired youth’s face twisted with malice, his murderous intent boundless as he thought of his lost inheritance.
With a thunderous crack, the cyan-gold whip descended, splitting the sea in two, revealing a path where overwhelming pressure surged forth. The whip expanded, towering like a pillar of heaven, radiant amidst the waves before crashing down with terrifying force.
Shi Hao didn’t dodge. Instead, a golden path materialized beneath his feet as he charged forward, meeting the attack head-on. His right palm struck out, summoning a Lion-Dragon that clashed against the whip with a deafening impact, sending towering waves into the sky.
“You—!” Qing Yun paled. How could this boy, barely into the Transformation Realm, match him blow for blow, even barehanded?
“Impossible! Just three months ago, he was nowhere near this level!” A divine servant gasped.
“Look at his body—spiritual light surges like the legends speak of!” another exclaimed in shock.
With a golden-winged leap, Shi Hao soared, stirring wind and thunder as he dove toward Qing Yun, fists blazing with unstoppable momentum.
“Break!” Qing Yun roared, swinging his whip in a sweeping arc, symbols erupting like incantations.
*Clang!*
Shi Hao’s fist hammered down from above, nearly bending the whip, its light flickering violently.
“Open!” Qing Yun bellowed, summoning a shield of runes to protect himself while attacking.
Yet, to everyone’s shock, Shi Hao’s body absorbed the spiritual energy, dissolving the runes as if they were nothing.
“Is this… the legendary Flesh Sanctification?” The divine servants trembled.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
Like a celestial deity, Shi Hao rained blows upon the whip until it cracked, then shattered completely under his final strike.
“My treasure!” Qing Yun’s eyes reddened. This weapon, nurtured with his blood and soul for years, had been destroyed in moments.
“Just a lousy whip. Nothing special,” Shi Hao scoffed, lunging to seize Qing Yun.
Enraged, Qing Yun unleashed his full power, transforming into a pure-blooded Azure Luan, its wings casting radiant light across the sky.
Yet, Shi Hao stood unfazed, absorbing the celestial symbols like a spiritual vortex.
“How terrifying! A pure-blood’s lethal strike—neutralized just like that?” Onlookers gaped.
The divine servants, realizing their mistake, rushed to intervene, but Shi Hao was unstoppable.
*Thud!*
A crystalline stone struck one servant’s forehead, sending him reeling. “Ow! Who dares disturb my slumber?” the Divine Stone yelped, darting back to Shi Hao.
A sword glare repelled another servant as Shi Hao, wreathed in ten radiant Heavenly Passages, charged the Azure Luan.
*Boom!*
The collision sent the Luan crashing, coughing blood. Shi Hao mounted it, gripping its neck.
“Not even at the peak of Transformation Realm, yet so arrogant?” Shi Hao chided.
The Luan seethed—humiliated, outmatched despite its higher cultivation.
“Spare him!” the servants pleaded.
“Did you spare me when you tried to kill me?” Shi Hao retorted.
With a sickening *crack*, he snapped the Luan’s neck.
A soul-rending shriek echoed as the Luan’s body convulsed, its innate treasures self-destructing in death.
The crowd stood frozen. A pure-blood, slain like livestock!
“Whoever threatens me with the Divine Mountain next—this is their fate,” Shi Hao declared, vanishing into the sea.
Later, under the moonlight, he feasted on roasted Luan meat aboard a ghost ship, sipping divine monkey wine.
“Glutton,” a tiny figure signed, eyeing his cup.
Suddenly, ethereal laughter rippled across the waves. A figure of light, breathtakingly beautiful, materialized on deck.
“Who are you?” Shi Hao squinted.
“Don’t be hostile. Let’s forge goodwill for the future,” she murmured, her voice like silver chimes.
“…Hey, chubby, what do you want?” he slurred after a pause.
The moonlit fairy blinked, then laughed. “This ‘chubby’ just wants a drink. Won’t you share?”
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