**”Pfft!”**
The broken sword flared with light as it pierced through the chest of a Sea Clan noble. With a violent tremor, his body shattered into pieces, dying on the spot. Shi Hao’s eyes burned with fury as he strode forward, drenched in blood, unleashing carnage in his wake. His Treasure Spells blazed, the broken sword gleaming brilliantly as he slashed horizontally and vertically, sending sprays of blood into the air.
Like a demon god, he wielded bone inscriptions and divine techniques, felling enemies in droves. The blood of countless creatures splashed high, drenching him until he was nothing but a crimson figure. Of course, Shi Hao himself was grievously wounded—so much so that he could barely hold on.
Suddenly, Mo Xian went berserk, Han Tian launched another assault, and several supreme experts activated their formations, preparing for the final kill. Shi Hao was instantly ensnared in a deadly trap. The pure-blooded creatures from the ancient divine mountains also struck, joining the assault. The elders of the great sects unleashed their attacks, filling the sky with interwoven runes.
Shi Hao struggled to defend himself, blasted into the air mid-battle, his body riddled with wounds. Then, a sharp, murderous aura descended from above, making his scalp tingle and his skull ache. He jerked his head up—only to see a pair of pitch-black iron claws, razor-sharp and gleaming coldly, right before his eyes.
**”Hah!”**
With a sharp cry, Shi Hao spat out a beam of divine light, clashing against the claws with a metallic clang, sparks flying. He barely managed to block the strike.
A monstrous bird, hundreds of feet long, circled high above, its body wreathed in runes, exuding an overwhelming aura. Its eyes burned like blood moons.
**”Devourer Roc!”**
Shi Hao gritted his teeth, his heart filled with both dread and fury. This savage beast had once slaughtered across thousands of miles and even attacked the Sky Mending Pavilion—its hands stained with the blood of that sacred land’s destruction.
**”Kill!”**
With a roar, Shi Hao charged recklessly, wielding his treasure artifact as he soared toward the monstrous bird, determined to fight to the death. Normally, he would stand no chance against such a fiend, but in this place, the Devourer Roc was weakened—its form reduced to mere hundreds of feet, far from its peak.
Once, this demonic bird’s wings spanned countless miles, blotting out the sky, its runes surging like an ocean, unstoppable. Now, it was diminished.
For the Devourer Roc, Shi Hao was a young prodigy—one who possessed the legacy of the Kun Peng’s Treasure Spell. A target worth hunting. It also recognized the broken sword, a weapon it loathed, sealing Shi Hao’s fate.
Unbeknownst to the bird, Shi Hao’s hatred ran deeper.
Mounted on his treasure artifact, Shi Hao shot into the sky, catching up to the Devourer Roc mid-air. He swung his sword with all his might. The broken blade shone brilliantly as it clashed against the beast’s obsidian feathers, sending a rain of severed plumage scattering.
Enraged, the Devourer Roc swooped down, spewing black flames that scorched the very void, threatening to collapse space itself.
At the same time, countless enemies closed in, surrounding Shi Hao, cutting off any escape.
Yet Shi Hao remained fixated on the Devourer Roc, willing to endure injuries just to strike at the demonic bird. Blood sprayed as they clashed violently.
**”Boom!”**
Finally, Shi Hao landed atop the monstrous bird, his body riddled with wounds. Gripping his sword, he drove it deep into the beast’s flesh.
The blade’s radiance pierced through the dark feathers, embedding itself into the creature’s body. The Devourer Roc shrieked in fury, flapping wildly to throw him off.
Black light surged as the bird rapidly shrank, shaking Shi Hao loose and transforming into human form, landing amidst the crowd on the altar. Blood gushed from its back—an unthinkable humiliation for a being of its stature.
The Devourer Roc glared at Shi Hao, realizing this youth might be connected to the Ghost Elder. But it never expected such relentless hatred.
The moment it appeared, the “holy terror” went berserk, disregarding all else, charging forward in a blood-soaked frenzy.
This was a battle to the death. Even the onlookers could see—these two were locked in a deadly feud. Anyone who stood in Shi Hao’s way would suffer.
The Devourer Roc groaned inwardly. Even in human form, standing among the crowd, it was no safer. Shi Hao was relentless, determined to slay it.
Blood sprayed, spells clashed. Both combatants were consumed by fury, each desperate to annihilate the other.
The Devourer Roc, now a towering black-clad man, wielded a divine artifact, slashing furiously.
**”Pfft!”**
Finally, the broken sword descended. The man howled as his arm was severed, his eyes burning with rage.
Years ago, the Ghost Elder had nearly slain him. Now, this broken sword had returned—wielded by a mere Spirit Transformation realm youth!
The Devourer Roc’s fury was useless. Shi Hao pressed the attack, relentless. Another slash—this time, the blade cut the man in half at the waist, blood gushing.
**”You—NO!”**
The Devourer Roc screamed, realizing its avatar was doomed. A supreme being, a ruler of the wastelands—now about to perish at the hands of a child.
**”Die!”**
Shi Hao stomped down, kicking away the lower half of the body before planting his foot on the man’s chest, glaring down at him.
The Devourer Roc was stunned—then enraged. To be bisected and then trampled underfoot? Unthinkable!
It was the Devourer Roc! A name that struck fear across the land! Yet now, a mere youth had humiliated it.
**”You—!”** It spat blood, roaring.
Shi Hao had no time to waste. With a single slash, the blade descended.
**”Pfft!”**
The head rolled.
The Devourer Roc’s avatar dissipated into motes of light, its spirit form destroyed.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the sea, a colossal black bird raged, its wings spanning endless miles, blotting out the heavens.
**”WHO DARES KILL MY AVATAR?! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!”**
This was the Devourer Roc’s true body—unaware that its demise had come at the hands of a youth, assuming instead that a supreme expert had ambushed it.
The sea churned as an ancient gray Flood Dragon emerged, its length immeasurable, dwarfing mountain ranges.
Elsewhere, more powerhouses appeared—a Bixi, radiant like an ancient deity; the masters of the Southern Perished Divine Mountain, the Demon Spirit Lake, and more.
The forbidden sea was no longer calm. The true rulers of the wasteland had gathered, awaiting the outcome, ready to intercept any who obtained the ultimate prize.
None dared enter personally—death was too high a price. But none would give up. The Kun Peng’s Treasure Spell was worth the madness of even gods.
Even the usually composed grandfather of the Heavenly God Mountain’s purple-clad maiden, Yun Xi, had arrived.
The stage was set.
The true storm was coming.
If the Kun Peng’s legacy appeared, the ensuing battle would shatter the heavens and earth. Even ancient deities might descend to claim it.
The sea would boil. The skies would crack.
Inside the Kun Peng’s cave, the battle raged on.
On the altar, Shi Hao’s body was in tatters. Though mighty, he was nearing his limit.
*Should I use the bone pagoda to escape?*
He hesitated. That was his last resort—a precious life-saving chance.
But the others were even more unwilling to let him go. This youth was terrifying, cutting down countless experts, even supreme beings.
Four or five supreme experts had fallen to his blade.
If word spread, the wasteland would tremble.
A true young sovereign.
Yet, just as Shi Hao prepared to activate the tiny pagoda on his hair, he sensed something strange.
Unwilling to give up, he channeled the last of his strength, pouring the Kun Peng’s primal runes—those he had glimpsed along the Kun Peng’s path—into the bone fragment in his palm.
He didn’t understand them, but he replicated them anyway, hoping for a miracle.
Then—
The bone *reacted*.
A fragment of text surfaced in his mind, revealing the truth:
*This was not the complete Treasure Spell. Only a third remained.*
Shi Hao nearly went mad.
After all this, after nearly dying—only a fragment?!
Fury surged within him. Even a third of the Kun Peng’s legacy was world-shaking, but it fell far short of his hopes.
**”Boom!”**
Distracted, he was struck by several supreme experts’ artifacts. His ribs cracked.
An ancient spear nearly impaled him. Blood gushed as he staggered back, cornered.
The crowd pressed in, relentless.
Shi Hao’s eyes turned icy. He refused to yield, pouring everything into deciphering the runes.
Then—
**”BOOM!”**
The Kun Peng’s bone *flared*.
The altar’s central platform exploded—revealing a black hole inscribed with two words:
**”Demon Refining Pit.”**
A chilling howl echoed from within, as if from the depths of hell.
This was the Kun Peng’s legendary prison—where celestial beasts and ancient deities had been sealed and crushed.
The crowd shuddered.
But they had no time to dwell on it.
**”Kill him first!”**
They charged.
Shi Hao was blasted backward, coughing blood, the Kun Peng’s bone shattering into six fragments, scattering in all directions.
The crowd erupted into frenzy, scrambling for the pieces.
Shi Hao swayed, seemingly on the verge of collapse.
**”Just fall already!”**
The Flood Dragon Supreme’s avatar struck, joined by other elders and experts.
Their combined force sent Shi Hao tumbling into the Demon Refining Pit.
Many sighed in relief.
This monstrous youth was finally dealt with.
**”Hah! Finally dead!”**
Some laughed in triumph. Had he grown, none could have restrained him.
Even the supreme experts exhaled in relief.
A young sovereign’s rise would have forced even them to bow.
Yet, amidst the cheers, a few lamented—such brilliance, snuffed out too soon.
The purple-clad maiden, Yun Xi, sighed.
*What a waste.*
But the battle on the altar raged on. The six bone fragments sparked a new frenzy of bloodshed.
Meanwhile, within the Demon Refining Pit—
Shi Hao fell, the wind howling past him.
Yet, he wasn’t angry.
A faint smile touched his lips.
He hadn’t been forced down.
He had *let* them push him in.
**”Fight amongst yourselves. Tear the heavens apart. Let the supreme experts bleed.”**
Wiping blood from his lips, the “holy terror” grinned.
**”I’m free.”**
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