The headless corpse collapsed, blood staining the ancient palace floor. The severed head rolled far away, its face twisted with horror, its mouth opening repeatedly as if trying to speak.
“Let me reattach your head. Do you still wish to live?” Shi Hao asked in astonishment.
Zhuo Yun’s will to survive remained strong. He struggled to open his mouth wide and blinked desperately, his vitality not yet fully extinguished. Within his brow, his divine soul flickered violently, attempting to escape.
With a sharp “Chi!” sound, a blade of sword qi approached. As Zhuo Yun’s face twisted in terror and resentment, his forehead was pierced through by a golden divine sword, ending his life forever.
Shi Hao remained calm. His opponent had provoked him repeatedly, harboring intense killing intent, which had long since crossed his limit.
“Don’t come near!” The other three cried out in fear and fled instantly, their faces revealing terror.
Though mighty, they now appeared startlingly youthful, their once-peak battle prowess significantly diminished, their Dao cultivation halved, and their former arrogance vanquished.
“Hold!” Zhao Qi shouted anxiously, troubled by his own past hostility against Shi Hao.
At the same time, Shui Yue, Xuan Ming, Bi Gu, and others brandished their secret treasures, attempting to mediate. They were deeply shocked—Zhuo Yun was no weakling, yet he fell here in the lower world.
“Esteemed Dao companion,” said Bi Gu, “we crossed the sea together, venturing into this chaotic ancient palace. Minor disputes pale in comparison to the external enemies we face. We should not turn against each other.”
Their minds churned with conflicting emotions—some sought to win Shi Hao’s favor while others feared and secretly plotted his demise.
“Brother Shi, please spare them. The Zunzhe are soon arriving. Doing this only weakens our own strength,” spoke Shui Yue, her body radiating silver-white light, appearing sacred and pure.
Shi Hao refrained from immediate attack, observing the remaining three, contemplating how long the Wheel of Reincarnation’s influence would last.
“Ahh!” One cried out, his body glowing, gradually ‘maturing’ back to his former self, having been the strongest among them.
Then, the other two trembled, their souls regaining coherence, escaping the strange state like waking from a nightmare.
“The time wasn’t very long,” Shi Hao mused, stroking his chin, carefully evaluating once more.
“You… you monster!” Someone cried, shaken, hiding among the crowd, face pale.
The other two had grim expressions as well, humiliated—four had advanced, one lay dead, and the trio left were nearly scared out of their wits.
“Monster I may be, but would I ever let you go so easily?” Shi Hao replied, analyzing further the might of the Sovereign Bone.
The man paled, filled with fury, yet also a deep fear.
“Brother Shi, can’t we call it a truce? A great enemy approaches, and we must unite against it,” a girl named Ying Ying interjected.
The atmosphere became subtle—some brimming with hostility, others secretly pleased. Though from the Upper Realm, they were all rivals, with intricate dynamics.
“He killed our comrade before, and now he takes down Zhuo Yun. With such audacity, where’s the dignity of our Upper Realm?” Zhao Qi sent silently, opposing Ying Ying’s plea.
Unwilling for Shi Hao to overhear, his mental transmission remained internal.
But he underestimated Shi Hao’s perception. Faint, obscure fluctuations reached Shi Hao’s senses, and he activated his divine awareness, intercepting the secret thoughts.
“He must be eliminated. We are all from the Upper Realm. Can we allow him such insolence? He’s merely the descendant of a caged prisoner, tainted with cursed blood. Let us unite and suppress him. The three drops of golden liquid on his body will more than compensate for our losses,” another muttered darkly, pale from the near-death ordeal he’d faced.
Some grew intrigued, others frowned—opinions clashed, and silence fell.
Shi Hao’s spiritual perception was remarkably keen, catching the man’s hidden intent. A cold gleam entered his eyes. Though not merciless, he saw the necessity in swiftly dealing with threats.
He stepped forward, his features youthful and bright, his robes flowing pure and untainted, exuding an ethereal and divine presence, like a celestial exile.
“You… stop!” Some cried out.
No one expected Shi Hao to act so decisively, his movements surpassing all speed as a Kunpeng manifestation erupted beneath his feet, propelling him forward.
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