Shi Hao’s fist pierced through Mo Xian’s chest with a thunderous crack, shattering multiple bones as golden runes coiled around his arm. Blood gushed forth as Mo Xian let out a deafening roar, his entire body igniting like a blazing torch. He activated a forbidden secret technique, propelling himself backward to escape the devastating blow. Clutching his golden war halberd, he staggered, his chest now a ghastly, translucent hole with shattered bone fragments spraying alongside the blood. His golden armor lay in ruins, utterly failing to defend against that monstrous punch. Drenched in blood and grievously wounded, the once-silent sea erupted into chaos as the crowd reeled in shock.
Everyone had assumed Shi Hao would perish, yet it was the descendant of the Sea God who now bore the brunt of this reversal. The abrupt shift left them dumbfounded—how could the one deemed doomed now stand unscathed, while Mo Xian, the embodiment of celestial harmony, lay broken and bloodied?
“How could this happen? Mo Xian has never suffered such humiliation!”
“This land-dwelling creature is terrifying—a true Young Supreme!”
The spectators buzzed with astonishment, especially the sea clans, who revered Mo Xian as an invincible prodigy, a reincarnation of the Sea God himself in the Transformation Spirit Realm. Yet now, he had been grievously wounded, his chest torn open. Could he even continue fighting?
Far away, the waters boiled crimson as tens of thousands of Flame Fish swarmed. Among them, Han Tian, clad in scarlet armor, watched coldly like a demonic deity and muttered, “Incredible strength.”
The sect elders, regional overlords, and even the revered experts from the ancient divine mountains all paled, their expressions shifting unpredictably as they stared ahead. This battle had defied all expectations—this human youth was destined to rise, his brilliance and terror undeniable.
“To be injured before even entering the Kun Peng’s Nest… truly unexpected,” Mo Xian sneered from a distance, his body still dripping blood. He retrieved a jade vial and poured out a radiant blue pill, its glow illuminating his palm and the surrounding waters.
“Is that… a Sea God Pill?!”
The sea erupted in uproar. Even the revered experts nearly lunged forward in greed.
“Not quite—it’s not the divine pill left by the Sea God, but a priceless elixir brewed from rare spiritual ingredients.”
Mo Xian swallowed it whole. His body erupted with sapphire runes, his flesh mending visibly as the gaping wound closed at an astonishing speed. The onlookers gaped—such divine efficacy could only come from a saint-grade medicine.
Reborn at peak strength, Mo Xian brandished his golden halberd, his gaze locking onto his opponent. Yet Shi Hao, utterly unfazed, was instead examining a glowing piece of flesh in his palm.
“You can only wound me once. Next time, you won’t even scratch me,” Mo Xian declared, his fighting spirit blazing.
The crowd tensed—Mo Xian’s unyielding resolve only amplified his aura.
“Is this turtle meat? Dragon flesh? Or just fish?” Shi Hao mused aloud before shouting, “Hey, what *are* you? You’re not human-shaped, right? Otherwise, I’d feel weird eating you.”
The spectators froze. Amidst what should have been a life-or-death clash, this brat was… contemplating *culinary preferences*?
Only those from the land understood—this was his trademark ruthlessness, a psychological assault as much as a physical one.
“Watch out. Remember the Hundred Break Mountain and the Void God Realm? History might repeat,” someone whispered.
Nearby, the violet-robed Yun Xi and her companions exchanged glances—this kid was truly unstoppable.
Mo Xian’s fury ignited. Who dared belittle him? Even revered experts tread carefully around him. This “holy terror” was beyond infuriating—holding a chunk of *his* flesh, debating whether to *eat* him?!
“Die!” Mo Xian charged, hellbent on ending this.
“If you won’t answer, I’ll assume you’re not human. Let’s settle this first!” Shi Hao roared back, lunging with even greater ferocity.
Golden runes clashed, divine techniques shook the heavens, and the sea itself churned as their battle reached a fever pitch. Mo Xian, a peerless genius destined to dominate his era, now faced an opponent he couldn’t crush—one who only grew more relentless.
Shi Hao’s body blazed with runes, his ten heavenly apertures unleashing a crushing force. Even the elders shuddered; the revered experts dared not blink.
Then—**BOOM!**
The golden Kun Peng’s Nest split apart, fissures yawning wide like blooming petals. A radiant dao field emerged, bathed in sacred light, its air thick with archaic hymns. It was as if the primordial era had returned.
“The nest is open!”
The crowd’s focus instantly shifted. The first wave surged in unharmed, treading a golden path into what seemed like a celestial realm.
“A divine pool! There’s a pool of sacred liquid here!”
Chaos erupted as treasures were spotted instantly. Even the sect masters and revered experts abandoned caution, charging inside.
Shi Hao and Mo Xian broke apart—nothing mattered now but the Kun Peng’s legacy.
Mo Xian leaped onto an altar, annihilating rivals with a beam of light to claim the forefront. Meanwhile, Shi Hao seized the last drops of azure Sea Spirit Liquid, a priceless marine essence.
Deeper inside, they found a **golden sea**—an inner world within the nest, proof of the Kun Peng’s godly power.
“The true treasure lies beneath!”
The sea clans dove in first, followed by land dwellers. Shi Hao, glowing like a deity, plunged into the depths, where an even grander cave awaited.
The moment he stepped in, murderous runes assailed him.
“**Scram!**”
His ten apertures fused into a halo, repelling all attacks. He strode forward, crushing enemies effortlessly.
“Kill him first!” a group roared, uniting against him.
“**Halt!**”
Shi Hao’s command froze them mid-action. A golden whirlwind of runes reduced them to mist.
The survivors recoiled in terror, clearing his path.
“Cross me, and you die,” he warned coldly.
A revered expert’s gaze darkened. Shi Hao spun, unflinching. “Try me, and I’ll slaughter your avatar.”
The audacity stunned them—who dared threaten the revered?
Then—**”The Divine Illumination Bronze Lamp!”**
A mad scramble erupted for the ancient lamp said to burn with godly blood. Han Tian, Mo Xian’s rival, snatched it from under two battling elders.
Deeper still, the true prize called—**the Kun Peng’s divine runes**, humming with primordial power.
The frenzy peaked as the crowd stampeded inward.
The war for supremacy had only just begun.
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