Shi Hao, like a dragon trapped in a well, finally seized his chance to break free. His aura surged violently as he repelled the three mighty figures and charged straight into the crowd. Amidst terrifying roars, he resembled a humanoid Kun Peng, his body shimmering with golden glyphs as he unleashed his full power, sweeping through the battlefield like a tempest.
*Thud!*
In that single clash, over twenty figures were sent flying, their bodies torn apart and exploding midair. The onlookers paled in horror—what kind of monstrous strength was this? These were cultivators from the three great sects, hailing from beyond this realm—how could they be so easily crushed? Against Shi Hao, it was like lambs facing a lion, a one-sided slaughter from the very first moment.
“Activate the holy artifacts!” a sect elder bellowed, his voice trembling with fear.
A golden whip materialized in the void, wreathed in white mist and radiant light, its power terrifying. Within its crystalline brilliance, a yellow dragon emerged, lunging toward Shi Hao. Thunder rumbled as golden lightning cascaded down, illuminating the sky.
At the same time, a purple-hued alms bowl appeared, swirling with dense mist like a bottomless black hole, devouring the surrounding spiritual energy and unleashing violent fluctuations.
Shi Hao had seen these two holy artifacts before—he had even clashed with their wielders. Though he had captured their masters, the artifacts themselves had escaped. Now, they had returned, jointly activated by the gathered forces to suppress him.
*Hum!*
Crimson light erupted as Shi Hao acted without hesitation. A red gourd rose from his palm, spewing forth sword beams to counter the two holy artifacts. With a shudder, the gourd spat out two corpses—the captives he had previously stored within.
With the battle reaching this intensity, Shi Hao no longer held back. The three sects had invaded the imperial palace—why should he spare their disciples?
“Kill!”
Another surge of power erupted as an obsidian umbrella emerged, radiating sacred light and overwhelming force—a third holy artifact.
Now, with three holy artifacts bearing down on him, Shi Hao finally sensed the shadow of death. His crimson gourd spun furiously but was ultimately blocked.
“Hold him off! Surround and crush him!” someone shouted, buying time for the three supreme experts.
Yet this stalemate lasted only an instant. The crowd’s spiritual senses went blank as they felt their connection to the holy artifacts waver.
At that moment, Shi Hao’s body blazed with light, his imperial dragon qi boiling in harmony with the entire palace. One grand hall after another began to glow, faint glyphs flickering into existence.
“Are these halls… also artifacts?” Panic spread as the three holy artifacts trembled, their links to their wielders nearly severed by the palace’s power.
“Break!” Shi Hao roared, abruptly severing his resonance with the palace. After briefly disrupting the artifacts, he unleashed his full might.
To the crowd’s shock, he sprouted an additional pair of arms, his body now wielding the Kun Peng technique with four limbs, each forming seals of devastating power.
*Boom!*
The crimson gourd cleared the path, blocking the holy artifacts, while Shi Hao himself shattered the barrier and charged into the fray—a disaster in motion.
With four arms whirling like a storm, he crushed four powerful cultivators instantly, their bodies exploding into mist. Many behind them were sent flying, torn apart midair.
This was unstoppable savagery—a humanoid tyrannosaurus rex rampaging through the battlefield.
Undoubtedly, this was the fusion of techniques—the Kun Peng’s peerless offense combined with the Zhu Yan clan’s divine ability, granting him extra limbs and a surge in combat power.
“Fight back!” someone screamed desperately, unleashing a dazzling array of glyphs and radiant strikes.
Yet Shi Hao remained untouchable. A thick haze of mist enveloped him, grinding all incoming attacks to nothing. He strode forward with the majesty of a dragon and tiger, his arms spreading like the wings of a Kun Peng, golden radiance drowning the battlefield.
*Thud!*
This time, over forty experts perished, their bodies reduced to bloody mist before they could even scream. Those who barely escaped were ashen-faced—this was beyond human resistance.
Even the mighty kings and marquises trembled, their faces drained of color. How could a fifteen-year-old be so monstrous? What heights would he reach in the future?
*Boom!*
As Shi Hao rampaged forward, the Lunar Grace Goddess, Qin Lun, and Zhang Liu finally intervened, descending like three divine comets.
Shi Hao whirled around—and the crowd gasped in horror. His body blazed with light as two additional heads sprouted, his arms multiplying once more.
“Three heads and six arms! He’s mastered the Zhu Yan’s supreme divine ability!”
Now, it was as if three Shi Haos stood together, their power stacking, his divine might skyrocketing.
Without hesitation, he charged the three supreme experts, engaging them in the most ferocious clash yet.
*Boom!*
The world trembled as radiant symbols and divine light engulfed the battlefield, as though countless stars had fallen. The three experts were blasted back—this was no longer the same Shi Hao they had faced earlier.
Even as they reeled, Shi Hao used the impact to propel himself toward the Su King, his form a golden streak of the Kun Peng’s supreme speed.
The Su King screamed, his defenses shattering one after another as Shi Hao’s finger pressed against his forehead.
*Thud!*
The Su King’s body disintegrated into dust upon impact with the ground—a terrifying display of dominance.
“Seal the city gates! Activate the defensive formations!” Shi Hao commanded, his voice echoing through the palace.
The War King and others stood stunned. How could their young emperor, barely fifteen, dare to challenge the three sects alone? Yet his orders were clear—he intended to trap them all within the capital.
With exhilaration, the War King obeyed, his battle-hungry soul ignited by Shi Hao’s dominance.
The slaughter continued. One by one, the rebellious kings and marquises fell, their pleas ignored as Shi Hao executed them without mercy.
Beneath his feet lay corpses, many reduced to nothing but bloody mist. The three sects’ forces crumbled, their morale shattered.
The Lunar Grace Goddess, Qin Lun, and Zhang Liu attacked once more, now burning with their full power. But it was too late.
Shi Hao was unstoppable—his left hand wielding the Kun Peng technique, his right a blade of grass unleashing boundless sword qi, his three heads and six arms rendering him nigh invincible.
Qin Lun coughed blood as Shi Hao’s imperial dragon qi surged, dozens of celestial dragons coiling around him, his mist growing denser, nullifying all attacks.
Realizing they could not turn the tide, the three experts retreated, guarding their surviving followers as they fled.
The battle shook the capital. Countless factions watched in disbelief as the three sects suffered a crushing defeat—at the hands of a single youth.
But it was not over. Shi Hao pursued them relentlessly—first the Western Sect, then the Immortal Mountain, slaughtering their forces until only their leaders escaped.
Finally, he turned his wrath upon the Lunar Grace Goddess and the Sky-Reaching Sect, hunting them down with imperial fury.
The legend of the unrivaled Little Stone had only just begun.
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