He sat cross-legged atop a rocky mountain, his invisible field radiating outward, causing fragments of stone to hover and slowly revolve in the void. A formidable aura permeated the area.
Shi Hao halted, astonished. This god seemed extremely powerful, stronger even than Yang Li and the Pangolin, as if having fused into the void itself, blurred and almost imperceptible, except for his piercing, sharp eyes.
A black gleam shimmered across Shi Hao’s body as the Indestructible Golden Armor flared to life, cloaking his form completely, shielding him thoroughly. Yet there was no outward surge of divine energy. Carefully treated, the armor appeared identical to its original form before his The Nibbana. He must endure and wait, biding his moment to strike when it mattered most, delivering a fatal blow.
For his opportunities were limited—he must seize every advantage, even create favorable conditions himself.
“It’s actually the Indestructible Golden Armor, an ancient treasure passed down since ancient times!” The god’s cold gaze brightened, glowing as if lit by miniature suns, becoming even more fearsome.
At once, his true form appeared—a radiant, godlike man, gleaming with silver scales and possessing a pair of mighty wings, seemingly cast from pure silver.
“Yang Li, the Pangolin, and the Underworldgod all headed toward Stone Kingdom’s palace,” the god murmured, almost to himself. “Originally, they hoped to lure you out to your death, but now it seems they pursued you instead. I see!”
He had come to understand that upon spotting the Indestructible Golden Armor, he needed to hunt it relentlessly, to seize it as soon as possible. Such a treasure was of immense importance; if he could unravel its mysteries, it would bring immeasurable gain.
Such a discovery would ignite fierce competition even among the Seven Gods, none willing to compromise.
Now Shi Hao had returned, yet those three were nowhere to be seen—this surprised the god, and his gaze turned cold. Clearly, he had sensed something was off.
He was stunned—originally presuming those three had killed Shi Hao and were secretly studying the Supreme Bone within him. But it seemed things were quite otherwise.
The god’s eyes were unfathomably deep. He didn’t act immediately but coldly stated, “You’re merely at the Formation Array Boundary. To a god, you are but a chicken and a dog—pathetically weak.”
“Xiu!”
He struck—extending a single finger, warping space itself. An invisible domain expanded outward, attempting to ensnare the youth within.
Shi Hao soared backward into the sky, retreating countless miles in an instant, escaping the deadly field. From afar, he faced off with the god, his expression heavy and cautious.
With a loud gust, Violent winds howled., the god unfurled his silver wings, instantly leaving behind a lingering afterimage while he pursued. As his wings beat, the mountains below cracked, and massive stones were lifted into the high skies by the gales.
One could imagine just how terrifying those wings must be!
He flew at an incredible speed, far surpassing the other three gods Shi Hao had faced not long ago, sweeping across the land like a hurricane.
Shi Hao’s expression changed—his opponent was simply too swift. He transformed using the Seventy-Two Changes into a Kunpeng form and affixed the Space-Shrinking Talisman upon himself, fleeing like a streak of light.
With a swift stop, the silver-clad god hovered midair, his eyes icy. “So that’s it. You escaped them with your speed—they couldn’t keep up.”
Shi Hao stopped too, keeping distance between them.
“You lack the power to kill three gods by yourself. You must have used outside help—most likely leading them into a trap, hence why you survived and they vanished.”
After a brief skirmish, the god had deduced the truth so calmly that Shi Hao grew deeply wary. This god was frighteningly perceptive. A single strike had uncovered everything, drawing a chillingly accurate conclusion. It seemed the Xiling Expanse would now be of no help.
Brilliant as a blazing sun, the god radiated divine light as he spoke, “One ancient treasure has stirred their greed. All three scrambled after you, each seeking to claim it alone. Truly pitiful!”
Shi Hao sighed; this god was indeed terrifying—not merely insightful but also composed, having figured everything out calmly, standing still and unshaken without the slightest flaw.
Even if Shi Hao suddenly unleashed the Indestructible Golden Armor for a surprise attack, he doubted he could prevail. This god was simply too formidable.
“Who are you? What is your origin?” Shi Hao asked.
“Heavenly Kingdom, Silver Wing.” The reply was simple and blunt.
“Heavenly Kingdom… Blood Sacrifice!” Shi Hao’s brows furrowed, his eyes filling with bloodshot veins. Blood Sacrifice was an ancient technique used exclusively by the upper world’s Heavenly Kingdom, orchestrating this cross-realm expedition.
“Boom!”
The man named Silver Wing erupted, glowing far more brightly than the sun itself, so piercingly radiant that one’s eyes could barely bear to look.
If an ordinary cultivator had stood this close, staring at him, their eyes would surely have gone blind.
Shi Hao retreated, unable to avoid the brilliance entirely—his vision burned, his perception disrupted, momentarily blinded.
Even more terrifyingly, amid this blinding flash, Silver Wing vanished into thin air—utterly gone.
Hair bristling, Shi Hao didn’t hesitate. Flaring his Kunpeng wings, he fled, unwilling to remain here. His opponent hailed from the Heavenly Kingdom, masters of assassination, undoubtedly hidden within the void, preparing to strike again.
Indeed, the moment he fled, a blurred shadow slammed into his afterimage, unleashing a shockwave so violent it sent a chill down one’s spine—an ambush of unparalleled finesse.
Silver Wing reappeared but did not pursue, merely speaking coldly, “Don’t expect me to follow you into a death trap.”
Shi Hao had no intention of luring him to the Xiling Expanse in the first place. He hovered at a distance, facing off.
“Come forth and fight.” Silver Wing spoke indifferently.
“You’ve long since lit your divine flame. Do you have no shame, challenging a mere junior cultivator like me openly?” Shi Hao mocked.
Silver Wing uttered not a word. He thrust his palm downward, summoning a massive silver hand, vast as the sky itself. Instantly, one of the mountains of Sky-Repairing Pavilion collapsed. The many commoners who had built temples upon it exploded into bloody mist.
“You…!” Shi Hao raged, his temple throbbing with fury.
“If you dare escape, I’ll level everything here—ruins and people alike, turning them all into dust. Then I will march into Stone Kingdom, slaughtering all, drowning it in blood, piling corpses as high as mountains.” Silver Wing remained indifferent, his words calm yet chilling, declaring in the void, “You flee, and all you cherish will be destroyed—every last trace.”
Shi Hao was beside himself, wanting to tear him apart with a single sword strike. Indeed, those from the Heavenly Kingdom showed no mercy, stopping at nothing to achieve their ends.
At its heart, the Heavenly Kingdom was merely an assassination sect. None of its powerful members were normal—their shared traits: ruthless and merciless.
“Yang Li, the Pangolin, and the Underworldgod—each sought the Indestructible Golden Armor alone. They had to compete. I do not. Here, I alone am the hunter, and I do not even need to chase you—I await your fight right here.” Silver Wing said coldly.
Shi Hao laughed bitterly, anger rising. “What are you to make such demands of me? Why not tell me to simply commit suicide and hand over the armor?”
“I offer fair battle. Should you refuse, I shall first destroy this place, then proceed to Stone Kingdom, drowning it in blood, leaving you in despair to regret forevermore.” Silver Wing spoke without emotion.
Shi Hao’s gaze burned like lightning, his hair standing on end—his fury burning with each breath, desperate to slay this god now. The cold-blooded warrior from the Heavenly Kingdom wasn’t bluffing—he truly would carry it out.
“In ancient times, Sky-Repairing Pavilion was once magnificent, founded by a forsaken disciple. If I recall correctly, your ancestor was slain by an Overlord from my Heavenly Kingdom.” Silver Wing declared.
“What?” Shi Hao gasped, stunned. The mystery surrounding Ghost Elder’s demise had always been unclear. Now to learn this secret—that the Heavenly Kingdom was involved—explained why this man had come directly.
“Slain? No doubt you assassinated him.” Shi Hao spat—he knew well the Heavenly Kingdom’s way. They would never engage in open battle.
“Dead is dead, regardless of means. Unfortunately, that senior expert of the Heavenly Kingdom perished as well.” Silver Wing shook his head.
He turned toward the ruins of Sky-Repairing Pavilion and spoke, “I originally came to personally witness its demise. But it seems you have already withered beyond recognition. Let me erase the last traces of this decay.”
He raised his hand, intent on obliterating the ancient site of Sky-Repairing Pavilion, forcing Shi Hao into battle while also fulfilling one last personal mission—to erase the place forever.
Roaring, Shi Hao could only fight. With a metallic “clang,” he unsheathed a broken sword, black and grim. It was the very blade left behind by Ghost Elder himself.
Still, he did not yet activate the Indestructible Golden Armor, hoping instead to bide his time—waiting for the perfect moment to counter-assassinate this cold-blooded god from the Heavenly Kingdom.
Before then, he could only keep evading those lethal attacks, for a single misstep could mean annihilation.
“Chi!”
Shi Hao slashed out with his sword—an immense surge of black light bursting forth.
Silver Wing proclaimed, “Slain, and this place fades into oblivion. Too bad this victory pales compared to the glory of when the Heavenly Kingdom’s ancient overlord struck down the founder of Sky-Repairing Pavilion. This is nothing, insignificant.”
Waving his sword seal, he unleashed the deadly principles of the Heavenly Kingdom, summoning eerie glyphs that howled and filled the void.
“Bang!”
Though Shi Hao evaded the direct strike and flew far away, a glancing edge of the sword-energy still grazed his broken blade. Glyphs flared, entangling it.
A chill ran through his heart—indeed, the might of a fire-lit god was fearsome. An offhand strike carried such power. The Heavenly Kingdom’s glyphs were particularly ruthless, seeking immediately to bind his weapon and destroy it.
Shi Hao flared his arms, attempting to break free.
At that moment, the broken sword suddenly radiated light on its own, emitting a black sun-like radiance. An immense force descended into the world, causing all directions to tremble violently.
Unprecedented!
Never since Shi Hao had wielded it had such a mighty surge occurred—as if a primordial god had risen once more.
“Boom!”
A figure emerged from the broken sword, gray-haired and clothed in ancient attire—a venerable old man, eyes like piercing sword beams, piercing to the soul’s very depths.
Ghost Elder! Reappearing in the world once again!
But this time was different—his gaze was clear, no longer confused or mad, like a god descending from heaven, his aura mighty and terrifying.
The sword embedded in his head now melted, pouring streams of terrifying divine might into his form, making him even more powerful.
“My lingering will has refused to fade only for this final reckoning with the Heavenly Kingdom? Alas, even in my final reappearance, the one I long awaited never arrived.” Ghost Elder spoke solemnly.
“You are… that forsaken disciple?” Silver Wing was startled, taking a few steps back.
Shi Hao himself gasped in disbelief—never anticipating Ghost Elder’s return, now immeasurably stronger, his aura surging like boundless oceans.
“You are long dead—merely a lingering will. Once upon a time, a Supreme Warrior of the Heavenly Kingdom descended to kill you. Today, I shall erase your will!” Silver Wing roared.
“Beings that walk in darkness, skilled only in assassination—how dare you call yourselves mighty?” Ghost Elder replied calmly.
“All things fade with death. Your revival, even if temporary, changes nothing. I shall destroy you once more.” Silver Wing shouted, bursting with divine light. A crimson blade of blood dripped with gore, releasing his ultimate strike.
Ghost Elder extended his hand.
“Sword, come!”
The broken blade in Shi Hao’s grasp flew into his hand. Without hesitation, he cleaved it downward. The wave of glyphs rushing forward shattered instantly.
The blood-dripping sword shattered in Silver Wing’s hand, and his arm exploded, disintegrating into bloody mist. He screamed in agony, rapidly retreating.
“You? Merely a false god, barely having lit your divine flame, dare speak of erasing the last traces here? Are you worthy?” Ghost Elder spoke calmly.
This indifference and disinterest enraged Silver Wing beyond words. Murderous intent surged in his eyes, but he ultimately chose to flee. From the Heavenly Kingdom he may have come—cruel and merciless—but he also understood restraint all too well, vanishing into the void, seeking escape.
“Want to flee? Are you even worthy?” Ghost Elder spoke emotionlessly. Wielding the broken blade, he lightly sliced through the void. With a “plop,” Silver Wing stumbled forth, his true form revealed—both feet severed, drenched in blood, howling in pain.
Indeed, Ghost Elder was no longer the same as before—not mad, not delirious—but immeasurably stronger.
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