The wind howled through the pines, and tension hung thick in the mountain air. A being capable of igniting divine fire had arrived—lifeforms from the Netherworld had come into direct confrontation with the Immortal Mountain of Eternal Youth.
It was a skeleton, yet a thin layer of black skin tightly wrapped its bones. It retained a vaguely humanoid form but bore a pair of gray wings. The aura of death clung heavily to it.
Its sudden appearance sent waves of dread through the crowd. Blazing intensely within its skull was a brilliant light—the soul’s glow radiating fiercely from its hollow eye sockets, giving it a fierce and terrifying appearance.
But it had ignited black divine fire, earning from some the title of god. Flames of utter darkness poured from its body, flickering and dancing outward.
Black mist swirled around it, mingling with dimly glowing ghostly flames, creating a strange and eerie sight. Its form appeared gaunt and indistinct, shrouded in darkness.
“Do not block my path, or you may perish by accident; it will be too late for regrets,” said the youthful Netherworld being. He had fair skin and handsome features, yet his beauty was unearthly and Yao Yi, his eyes shimmering with purple light.
He acted without restraint, for he was accompanied by a divine being—such was the strength to crush all opposition and dominate the world.
“I have already said,” retorted a young power from the Immortal Mountain of Eternal Youth, “his blood runs with my clan’s ancestry; whether to slay or flay is not for you to decide. He is coming with me.”
Behind him stood a being entirely different: a radiant divine warrior, enveloped in radiant five-element flames, his body glowing with sacred light.
He was a flesh-and-blood being, yet his ignited divine fire was no ghostly flame. Instead, it shimmered with the vibrant hues of the five elements—peaceful, majestic, and awe-inspiringly potent.
When beings of this level clashed, the consequences were dire. Although these two sides stood in opposition, they were equally cautious.
Especially as the two divine entities locked eyes—those hollow sockets burned with brilliant Radiance, sharp and menacing, yet laden with the cold breath of death.
Suddenly, two invisible waves erupted forth, infused with divine fire. They clashed in combat, their figures becoming blurred and indistinct as they stood in silent confrontation.
“Step aside now, or do not blame me for being ruthless!” roared the young Netherworld warrior, his expression icy.
“Try it!” answered the Eternal Youth youth, his gaze equally cold and unwavering.
“We shall retrieve the bone ourselves,” the Netherworld youth said with a calm smile, his teeth white and gleaming, exuding an aura of chilling cruelty.
From behind him, the gaunt figure advanced forward. As gray wings unfurled, black mist spread outward, mingling with ghostly flames—a suffocatingly cold energy sending waves of dread through all present.
Its divine fire was bone-chilling rather than scorching.
Across the battlefield, the five-element-wrapped warrior advanced, confronting the Netherworld god with blazing five-element flames—completely opposite in nature.
“Chi!”
The skeleton opened its mouth, spitting forth a ball of ghostly flame. Dark and ominous, it twisted space itself as it shot forward with terrifying speed and power.
The opposing god extended a hand, from which emerged a small silver grinding disc, slowly turning. With a crushing force, it dispersed and devoured the incoming ghostly fire.
“Bang!”
Space trembled as the black skeleton raised its hand, summoning a golden staff. With a slight wave, crimson lightning wove across the void.
The Eternal Youth warrior’s expression changed. He quickly expanded his silver grinding disc, which shattered the lightning and retaliated with a crushing strike forward.
The skeletal entity chanted incantations, hurling the golden staff to collide with the silver grinding disc, unleashing endless waves of divine energy—the sheer power of gods locking in battle was stunning.
Fortunately, their conflict occurred in the heavens; otherwise, the mountains would have been annihilated.
“Roar!”
A mighty roar resounded, and behind the skeleton arose a vast expanse of white bone—a sea of skeletons as countless undead rose from the grave, launching a savage charge forward.
This was a “Domain,” summoned to unleash countless bone spirits into battle—an embodiment of hell itself, its death fog spreading wildly.
The Eternal Youth divinity uttered a crisp command, summoning his own “Domain.” Surging waves of fire and molten lava flowed forth, cleansing the dead realm in an opposing tide.
Below, the crowd stood in silent awe. Battles of this level could not be joined without invoking their own divine forces.
“A bad situation for you,” a witch approached, her large eyes twinkling mischievously as she smiled at Shi Hao. “What will you do?”
“Of course, I run,” Shi Hao replied boldly, unembarrassed as he scanned his surroundings, ready to flee.
“Can you even escape?” the witch asked, surprised.
“If I cannot fight, I shall flee,” Shi Hao answered with great confidence.
Those nearby were stunned—how could someone appear so supremely confident about running away? Others would feel shame fleeing, yet he exuded an unmatched sense of superiority.
Shi Hao grinned inwardly, cursing his fate. Who could have predicted this situation? Two divine beings appearing at once—probably because his recent reputation was fearsome enough to warrant concern.
“Run? How undignified. You, the great Emperor of Mankind, fleeing without battle?” the witch questioned.
“Why not lend me the Divine Calming Pearl? Let me test its power—maybe I can kill them all,” Shi Hao replied.
The witch nodded, saying, “That makes sense. I’d love to see its power. Why don’t we test it, starting with you? From easy to difficult.”
“You have an opponent over there,” Shi Hao nodded toward the Lunar Grace Goddess.
At this moment, the main body of Lunar Grace remained composed, her form shimmering with soft radiance, her eyes shifting with enigmatic light.
“Uh-oh—does the Sky-Mending Sect also have a god here?” the witch blinked.
Shi Hao rolled up his sleeves, his eyes blazing with divine might, seemingly ready for battle. Unfortunately, he suddenly shouted: “This Emperor flees!”
The crowd remained speechless—Little Stone, with his formidable reputation, truly was… an unfathomable character.
From the horizon emerged a black sun, cutting off Shi Hao’s escape route, radiating immense power and proclaiming coldly: “You shall not leave.”
A figure appeared—an elegantly clad black-robed woman with a serene smile. “Hearing of Little Stone’s extraordinary strength and astounding sacred techniques, I have come for a duel and to glimpse the Heavenly Bone.”
Behind her stood a black sunflower-shaped plant, a black orb radiating dark light. Its powerful presence exuded divine fire, unmistakably the aura of a recently ignited divine being.
The crowd gasped in unison. The young woman was formidable enough, but the black sunflower behind her was clearly a plant-type divine entity with recently ignited godly flames.
Shi Hao frowned, asking, “Do we have any conflict?”
“No,” she answered, smiling sweetly. “I am simply captivated by your sacred techniques and would love to see your divine bones. Perhaps you could lend them to me for a while?”
Her tone was light, yet her words chilled the blood—it was worse than murder, just casually demanding someone’s sacred bones.
“It’s from the Garden of Demon Sunflowers!” someone shouted in realization. “An infamous demonic land filled with deadly sunflowers known for their capricious, murderous nature.”
Shi Hao replied mockingly: “I adore your head; why don’t you hand it over to me?”
“No,” she smiled, “because you lack the strength.” Still smiling, her black eyes stared at Shi Hao’s chest as if eyeing treasure.
Behind her, the plant-type being—the black sunflower—pulsed with dark light, divine fire flickering as it prepared to strike Shi Hao.
Shi Hao, thick-skinned as he was, had initially intended to flee. He would never recklessly challenge someone of this level—but suddenly stopped, smiling.
At that moment, the Netherworld’s young heir and the Eternal Youth warrior approached, their divine combatants having ceased fighting.
The Garden of Demon Sunflowers, Netherworld, and Immortal Mountain each claimed a corner, a three-way standoff—all determined to claim Shi Hao.
Beyond them, others’ eyes flickered with calculation, seemingly using secret techniques to contact forces afar. The atmosphere turned ominously strange.
Some sought to recruit Shi Hao—figures like Shui Yue and Hong Feng wished to invite him into their factions, for possessing the Supreme Bone meant he could rise in the Upper World to dominate all opposition.
Yet others held only hostility—seeking to capture him, raising him as a vessel to harvest the power of his Heavenly Bone.
“You! What’s your name again—Shi something Hao? If you don’t wish to suffer, come willingly,” drawled the Netherworld youth, his tone lazy yet laced with killing intent.
“You want me to come? Perhaps you should crawl to me instead,” Shi Hao retorted.
Those present were astonished. Wasn’t he just trying to flee? Earlier so brazenly confident, now suddenly refusing to run?
“Capture him! I shall personally extract his bones,” the Netherworld’s young heir coldly commanded his skeletal servant.
All were shocked—his words were issued as a command, not a request. His status must be extraordinary to command a divine servant.
“That won’t do,” spoke the Eternal Youth warrior clad in five-element armor. “His fate belongs to us.”
“Friends, must we resort to violence? Why not sit together and peacefully retrieve the Heavenly Bone from his body?” the Demon Sunflower woman smiled sweetly, while signaling the terrifying plant behind her to prepare for combat.
“Oh please! Do you all think I’m just a meal ready to be devoured? Strutting about like some bald monk’s arrogant uncle, just because you gang up with a few newly ignited divine fire pretenders? Come at me—single-handed, I’ll take all three of you!” Shi Hao roared.
His blazing gaze, surging vitality, and fierce confidence shocked many.
He spoke so brazenly, despite the presence of gods—his words instantly igniting deadly intent from all sides.
“You, though talented, forget your place. Do you not know my status? There are those who would take your bones without even needing my hand,” the Netherworld youth disdainfully replied, treating all lower world beings as mere “mortals”.
“Hehe… I can hardly wait to see your bones,” the Demon Sunflower woman smiled, licking her red lips.
“We too wish to witness this Heavenly Bone,” came a voice from the distant sky, as several new figures approached.
Bi Gu, Lan Yu, and others paled—again, more summoned supreme warriors from allied clans had arrived, seeking to claim their share of the prize.
Shi Hao smiled. “I’m equally eager. You’re a little late—why don’t you wait over there first?”
So saying, he soared skyward. The factions from the Demon Sunflower, the Netherworld, and the Immortal Mountain, fearing his escape, all dove after him together.
Shi Hao remained composed. Suddenly halting midair, he pointed one by one at the skeleton, the five-element-wrapped god, and the black sunflower plant: “Freeze! Freeze! Freeze!”
To everyone’s shock, without any ripple of Law, without any surge of divine might, the three divine beings—each having ignited godly fire—were immobilized mid-air, locked in their very posture.
Shi Hao ascended, then kicked each of them fiercely in the face with great force, sending them flying.
“Fake gods! Only just ignited that divine flame? You dare claim godhood? All false divinities!” Shi Hao muttered.
All present were petrified, astonished beyond words.
With a mighty shout, Shi Hao invoked his Heavenly Bone’s power, unleashing his sacred technique indiscriminately. The dark-clothed woman, the Netherworld youth, and the five-element armored warrior were all immediately caught in the devastating onslaught.
The three were in shock, thus utterly unable to resist the sudden assault. They shrieked as their forms rapidly shrank.
A colossal boom sounded—the Demon Sunflower woman plummeted earthward, her form aged centuries in an instant. Her hair turned snow-white, her face wrinkled, her eyes clouded—she shrieked in terror, the horror of aging unbearable for a woman.
Then fell the Eternal Youth youth beside her, similarly aged and roaring in fury.
Shi Hao descended from the skies, landing heavily on both with his feet, nearly shattering them into fragments. In his grip was the Netherworld youth, now also an old man with white hair, growling in rage and disbelief.
With one hand gripping the collar of the Netherworld heir, Shi Hao delivered a furious slap across the face—loosening teeth, sending blood flying, dispersing dark energy, and leaving his face pale as fresh snow.
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