The golden light barrier shattered as Shi Hao’s right hand reached through, nearly touching the legendary Kun Peng bone. The crowd’s expressions shifted instantly. “Stop him!” the gathered heroes roared. He was leveraging their combined strength to breach the formidable barrier and seize the supreme treasure—the bone that embodied the mysteries of fleshly sanctification. This divine artifact not only doubled cultivation speed during meditation and enlightenment but could also absorb an enemy’s spiritual essence during combat.
“Whoosh!” Mo Xian was the first to react, swinging his golden halberd with devastating force, aiming to sever Shi Hao’s arm. The strike erupted with golden runes, illuminating his entire body. With a resounding clang, Shi Hao blocked using his broken sword, though the impact sent tremors through his body, momentarily halting his advance. Yet, he was undeterred. Golden vortices swirled across his skin as he borrowed external force to shatter the barrier completely.
“Halt him now!” Even the revered elders paled—Shi Hao’s fingers had already grazed the bone. A surge of runes, molten like liquid iron, gleamed coldly in the void, converging to crush him into ashes. The elders attacked in unison, their combined might shaking the heavens. The sheer force would have obliterated any ordinary cultivator.
The holy terror—Shi Hao—roared defiantly. From his ten heavenly apertures, a Kun Peng materialized, its piercing gaze radiating supreme dominance. The sudden apparition stunned the crowd. Seizing their momentary shock, Shi Hao made his final lunge, gripping the Kun Peng bone before leaping skyward.
“Boom!” Han Tian struck from afar, leading tens of thousands of Flame Fish clansmen in unleashing a torrent of fire runes. The blast hurled Shi Hao back into a sea of flames. “He must not escape!” The elders abandoned restraint, wielding ancient relics of unparalleled power.
Shi Hao faced his greatest peril yet. At the epicenter of the onslaught, blood trickled from his lips. The sky blazed with runes—emanations from pure-blooded beings, prodigies like Mo Xian and Han Tian, and the crushing weight of primordial artifacts. The altar trembled as Shi Hao was slammed to the ground, grievously wounded.
He was no god. Against such numbers—Mo Xian, Han Tian, and the elders—even a young supreme being stood little chance. Yet, Shi Hao fought like a demon unleashed. His broken sword gleamed darkly as his ten heavenly apertures merged, crushing all in his path.
“Slash!” A clan elder was cleaved in two from skull to groin, Shi Hao charging through the bloody spray like a war god. Though wounded, his ferocity was unmatched. He clashed with Mo Xian, their collision sending shockwaves that sent bystanders flying, coughing blood.
“Let’s see how long you last!” Mo Xian taunted. In response, Shi Hao fixated on him, their blades locking in a storm of sparks. Over a hundred exchanges later, even Mo Xian’s arms trembled, his hands bleeding.
“Kill!” The elders deployed a runic formation—a lethal matrix only they could conjure. The impact sent Shi Hao reeling, blood spilling anew. Han Tian followed with divine flames from the Godflame Lamp, forcing Shi Hao to counter with his ten apertures.
“Did you think I’d fall so easily?” Wiping blood from his lips, Shi Hao’s body blazed as his apertures nourished him. He channeled the Kun Peng bone, summoning a black ocean of runes. A colossal fish emerged, churning tsunamis of energy.
“Stop him!” The crowd panicked. Though mastering the bone’s secrets was impossible in moments, none dared risk his progress. Their frenzied attacks intensified.
Shi Hao roared. The Kun Peng’s power amplified his strikes, sending foes flying—even elders spat blood. Yet, he too suffered, nearly pierced through the chest. “You dare strike me? Die!” He lunged at an elder, sword and bone blazing. After a brutal exchange, his blade pierced the elder’s brow.
Gasps filled the air. The elder’s body dissolved into light—a spiritual avatar slain, its true form grievously wounded. The battlefield chilled. If this was an avatar’s fate, would a true elder perish next?
Blood-maddened, Shi Hao carved through the fray. Mo Xian reeled, his shoulder nearly severed. Though critically injured, Shi Hao pressed on, the Kun Peng bone magnifying his might.
“Annihilate him!” The mob closed in. Each time he neared escape, they swarmed anew. His body was a tapestry of wounds, yet his broken sword shone darker, deadlier.
“Thud!” A clan elder’s head flew. “Crunch!” A prince split in half. In a final, brutal symphony of clashing relics, Shi Hao bisected another elder’s avatar.
Terror gripped the crowd. This youth, drenched in blood, had forged his legend in carnage—his invincible aura undeniable.
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