Blood stained his front, his chest felt heavy, and the middle-aged man from Mount Buxiao’s pupils contracted violently in disbelief. His entire body turned ice-cold, unable to conceal the shock in his heart! Without even truly engaging in battle, he had been overwhelmed by the opponent’s aura, vomiting blood profusely. And to think, this was just a youth! How could he possess such terrifying cultivation? It was utterly astonishing!
“You—” The man couldn’t speak. In that instant, he realized that the invisible sword energy that had severed his arm earlier during his battle with the Nine-Headed Lion had been unleashed by this very youth before him.
Shi Hao landed on the ground, his overwhelming aura receding.
“It really is Little Stone! Unparalleled in brilliance—he even injured a King at the Array Formation realm!” The crowd was in an uproar. After a year and a half, the younger of the Twin Stones had reappeared in the world, stirring a massive storm. The entire estate was in chaos as cultivators swarmed in, their voices rising in excitement.
“This is a physical domain—an extreme manifestation of a treasure-like physique, forming a zone where none can contend against him in close combat. Defeat is inevitable!” An elder king spoke, his voice trembling slightly. This was unbelievable—a legendary feat of body refinement, appearing on someone so young!
The crowd erupted in discussion, recalling his performance during the Twin Stones Battle, where his physique had shaken the world, earning him comparisons to the legendary Indestructible Diamond Body. It was no exaggeration.
“No wonder…” The middle-aged man from Mount Buxiao wiped the blood from his lips, retreating in fear. He had been suppressed earlier, and now he understood why.
The elder from the Black Cloud Clan wore a gloomy expression, mist swirling around him. He was seething with anger. Unsure if this was truly Little Stone, he had extended a massive hand to suppress the youth, only to have it brutally shattered.
“With Little Stone’s appearance, who dares to challenge him? Among his peers, none can match him. Only the elders can restrain him now,” whispered the people of the Wasteland, their voices filled with excitement. They had long been frustrated by the arrogance of the outsiders who looked down upon them.
“Are you Shi Hao?” An elder from Mount Buxiao stepped forward, his expression calm, but a strange light flickered in his eyes. The middle-aged man who had lost an arm had secretly retrieved a sacred artifact, and this elder had followed—clearly a formidable expert.
Shi Hao’s heart stirred. He faintly sensed that the people residing on Mount Buxiao might share blood ties with him—perhaps his mother’s clan. Calmly, he met the elder’s gaze and nodded. “It’s me.”
“It really is him! He’s absurdly strong!”
“Many wanted to challenge him, but now that he’s here, who dares step forward?” The outsiders murmured. Many had not witnessed his battle back then—today was their first glimpse.
“A hero among youths, truly remarkable. Even in Mount Buxiao, it would be hard to find one or two peers who could rival you,” the elder praised.
The crowd was stunned. The elder was acknowledging Shi Hao’s talent while also boasting that Mount Buxiao could still produce geniuses comparable to Shi Yi. Such confidence was staggering.
A figure like Little Stone was rare even in an entire domain, shaking the ages. Could Mount Buxiao truly produce several such talents in every generation?
The one-armed man from Mount Buxiao, upon hearing the elder mention their clan’s prodigies, spoke with pride, “Mount Buxiao has never been inferior to others. Our geniuses can look down upon any prodigy!”
The crowd was further shocked. Such confidence—were Mount Buxiao’s talents truly that powerful?
Shi Hao remained silent, only frowning slightly. If this had been before, it wouldn’t have mattered, but now that his identity was confirmed, Mount Buxiao’s attitude seemed off. Did they not know of their possible blood ties?
Narrowing his eyes, Shi Hao scrutinized the two from Mount Buxiao. The elder’s gaze flickered, as if sensing his thoughts, and he smiled warmly. “You are exceptional. You must share a connection with our clan.”
“May I ask your name, elder?” Shi Hao inquired. His intuition was sharp—he sensed no kinship from the elder. Despite the kind smile, there was an imperceptible killing intent.
What was the meaning of this? If the elder knew of their blood ties, why this hostility? It made no sense.
“This old man is Qin Shoucheng,” the elder replied, his smile growing even more amiable.
Shi Hao sensed the killing intent intensify—something ordinary people wouldn’t notice, but his instincts were razor-sharp.
“Young man, your killing intent is too heavy. Drawing blades at the slightest provocation is unwise,” Qin Shoucheng chided, gesturing to the one-armed man and the Black Cloud elder who had lost a hand. “Cultivation is hard-earned. How can you so easily harm others?”
“I don’t seek trouble, but if someone comes for my life, I won’t back down,” Shi Hao replied coolly.
The crowd tensed. Was Mount Buxiao about to make a move? If such a behemoth truly set its sights on someone, not even a young supreme being—let alone an immortal god—could withstand it. This place housed undying experts who feared no deity!
The elder’s words conveyed displeasure, signaling to all that Mount Buxiao disapproved of this youth. Many who bore hostility toward Shi Hao suddenly felt emboldened.
“Let me ask again—were you the one who killed my clan’s genius in the Fire Nation’s ancestral land?” An elder from the Flame Python Clan stepped forward, his eyes blazing, his lower body a thick, fiery serpentine form.
“Yes,” Shi Hao answered.
“You slew a pure-blood descendant of my clan. A life for a life!” The elder roared, his crimson hair igniting, his serpentine body glowing like molten lava as he slithered forward.
“Won’t you ask why I killed him?” Shi Hao frowned.
“No need!” the elder snapped.
“How domineering,” Shi Hao said coldly. This elder was truly tyrannical. If he was going to act first, Shi Hao wouldn’t hold back.
“No matter who you are—even a young supreme being—you must pay with your life for killing a pure-blood descendant of my clan!” the elder declared.
To the crowd, this wasn’t just arrogance—it was outright disdain for the Wasteland. To so casually decide to execute Little Stone? Would he dare act this way in another domain? He’d surely think twice!
“Old man, did you just arrive in the Wasteland?” Shi Hao asked, suspecting the elder was unaware of his feats.
“What if I did? You killed my kin. Even if you’re the Wasteland’s most dazzling youth, you must die!” The elder was merciless. His massive serpent tail slammed into the ground, splitting the earth with terrifying fissures.
He attacked—but from a distance, wary of Shi Hao’s physical domain. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned four formation banners, enveloping Shi Hao in a mist of dense symbols, like scattered stars.
Simultaneously, he formed hand seals, channeling divine light into the killing formation. The entire sequence was executed flawlessly—swift and ruthless, aiming to annihilate Shi Hao instantly.
The crowd gasped. Despite his arrogance, the Flame Python elder’s methods were extraordinary. This was no ordinary attack—it was a lethal trap!
The banners roared, conjuring the Four Symbols, sealing the space and unleashing torrents of lightning. The void itself seemed to collapse.
Many pitied Shi Hao. He had been too careless, now trapped in a formation crafted by a Venerable. There was no escape—he would be refined into nothingness.
“Think I was just blustering? I meant every word—I came to slay the so-called Wasteland’s finest youth!” the elder sneered.
The crowd finally understood. The elder’s earlier arrogance had been a ruse to lower their guard. He had played them, immediately resorting to his deadliest trump card.
Half a quarter-hour later, a crimson light erupted from the formation—like blooming blood—before everything fell eerily silent.
The elder smirked. “I admit you’re a peerless genius, worthy of the title ‘heaven’s pride.’ But untimely talent is still just an ant.”
With a sweep of his hand, he withdrew the banners, the mist dispersing. His sneer froze.
A hand shot out from the vanishing mist, seizing his throat and yanking him forward.
The crowd erupted in shock.
There stood Shi Hao, unharmed, his grip unyielding. Had he not advanced to the Array Formation realm, he would have been obliterated. This elder was ruthless, striking with his ultimate move from the start.
“Pfft!”
Blood sprayed as Shi Hao cleanly beheaded him, then stored the massive Flame Python corpse—a rare fleshly treasure, given its King-level cultivation.
The onlookers were speechless. This was too smooth, too practiced. Just how often had this youth done such things?
The outsiders shuddered.
“We’re carnivores. We love a good meal,” the Crimson Bird quipped, landing on Shi Hao’s shoulder and scanning the crowd disdainfully.
A King of the Array Formation realm, slain just like that? It felt like a myth!
“This is too much… unreal!” The crowd was stunned beyond words.
A commotion arose at the periphery as several figures pushed through—more from Mount Buxiao. Among them was a purple-haired youth, his gaze venomous, brimming with hatred.
Shi Hao ignored him.
“That’s a young master from Mount Buxiao, rumored to be the descendant of a major figure,” someone whispered, sparking murmurs.
Days ago, Shi Hao had slapped this youth so hard he’d lost all his teeth and nearly shattered his jaw.
Calmly, Shi Hao observed the assembled Mount Buxiao members. He wanted to ask about his parents—to clarify his ties to this clan.
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