Uncle Fifteen’s eyes brimmed with tears, his emotions impossible to restrain. Originally overwhelmed by sorrow and loneliness, he never expected to finally see a living grandson again.
These past two years had been desolate, but now, reunited with his grandson, the gloom in his heart vanished, making this the best “gift” he had ever received in his life.
“Hahahaha…” He laughed uncontrollably, tears streaming down his wrinkled cheeks, filled with joy and unrestrained vigor. “So what if he doesn’t have the Supreme Bone? He can still dominate the Three Thousand Provinces and shake the Heavens above!”
When he said this, everyone around was stunned. A person who had lost the Supreme Bone twice and still survived—this alone spoke volumes.
This was undoubtedly a monstrous prodigy destined to shake the Heavens, and whether he had the Immortal Bone or not no longer seemed that important.
For someone like him to survive the loss of the Supreme Bone and still live proved everything—his life would never be ordinary; it would be glorious.
And yet, this person was their enemy. Who could feel at ease?
“Impossible!” Several cried out, unwilling to believe the rumors about Shi Hao that many already knew—he had clearly perished, how could he come back to life?
After all, a year ago, there was clear evidence: Shi Hao had died from a curse, his bones covered in verdigris-like glyphs, powerless to defy fate.
And in his final moments, he had removed his own Supreme Bone and given it to Qin Hao, leaving him even less able to resist the curse. He shouldn’t have survived.
Only Uncle Fifteen believed—this was truly his grandson. The more he looked, the more he saw the resemblance, and he laughed heartily through his tears, clearly overjoyed beyond measure.
“His eyes—just like when he was little, still so big and bright. His eyebrows are exactly like mine, and his face too. No wonder he’s my grandson!”
How many years had he longed to see his grandson again? The moment he escaped from the Black Forest Forbidden Zone, his first act was to return to Shi City with divine pills.
Again and again, he had been disappointed, filled with regret, only to hear more tragic news—what a devastating blow that had been.
Over a decade had passed. The last time they parted, Shi Hao had still been a child in swaddling clothes. Now, this reunion with a young Supreme before him filled the old man with joy, all his bitterness vanishing.
“Grandpa, your wrinkles have deepened, and your hair has turned white. I’m so sorry you’ve suffered!” Shi Hao choked back tears, vowing to prepare a precious elixir using rare herbs to restore his grandfather’s former vigor.
He touched Uncle Fifteen’s severed arm and wept further, saying, “Grandpa, I have Holy Medicine that can regenerate your arm. Everything will be alright.”
“Hahahaha!” Uncle Fifteen laughed, quickly wiping away his tears, “Now that I’ve seen you, what illness or injury could possibly matter? Soon, I’ll be as strong as a young lad again. Who am I? I’m the Great Demon God!”
Such confidence, such a posture—it was identical to Shi Hao’s. No need for words; the two were clearly Grandfather and Grandson, their bloodline unmistakable.
“Un!” Shi Hao nodded firmly, determined to fully restore his grandfather.
Suddenly, his heart trembled, his face paling as he felt his grandfather’s back—a terrible, grotesque wound, long and horrifying.
He swiftly moved behind his grandfather, examining it closely, then cried out in alarm, filled with urgency.
This wound had been inflicted by a sharp weapon, cleaving from the back of the head down the spine, nearly splitting Uncle Fifteen in two. Only his immense cultivation had held his body together, preventing it from separating.
But the wound was real, grievous beyond words.
“Grandpa!” Shi Hao cried out. This was a wound that had cleaved through the skull itself—under normal circumstances, survival would be impossible, the killing intent having already severed the spiritual consciousness.
Just moments after reuniting, witnessing this scene was like a nightmare, filling Shi Hao with dread, his face turning pale. He quickly retrieved a pouch from his space ring and took out a half-foot-tall, violet-glowing Holy Herb with crescent-shaped leaves, making Uncle Fifteen swallow it.
“Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’ve been hunted down many times, and I’m still here. This time will be no different,” Uncle Fifteen said calmly.
“But…” Shi Hao’s heart quivered. This injury was no illusion—it was too severe.
“If I couldn’t come, do you think these fools could kill me? Those idiots!” Uncle Fifteen remained defiant, glaring at the group before him.
The eight experts were furious—the hunted one was already gravely wounded, yet he still dared to mock them like this. Unbearable.
Shi Hao was at a loss for words. In some ways, the Grandfather and Grandson truly were alike. Even in this dire moment, his grandfather still belittled these powerful foes.
“You arrogant fool! We’ll wipe you both out!” the elder in the purple robe said coldly. He had been healing for quite some time, but half his body was still shattered. Despite his immense power, he had only partially recovered.
But as a being who had ignited divine fire, he was more than capable of dealing with two Sovereigns. Having been ambushed once, he would not allow it to happen again.
As for the old crone, divine flames flickered across her body, pale green in hue. Her right arm had been severed, and her ribs had been reattached. Her face was dark as storm clouds, filled with murderous intent.
“I admit your talent is extraordinary, and your survival is indeed a miracle. But you made a grave mistake appearing before us!” she sneered coldly.
What was a young Supreme? Before fully maturing, facing experts of their caliber meant only death. To fight head-on would be suicide.
“You dare speak so boldly? Your recklessness will cost you your life. No matter your talent, today I will extinguish your brilliance—I will not let you live!” the old woman hissed, advancing menacingly.
Learning that this was truly Shi Hao, who had returned from death, sent tremors through their hearts. They sensed that if this youth were allowed to grow, he would become a Supreme of a generation.
Since they had met and were enemies, how could they allow him to live? Now was the best time to eliminate him.
“Subdue-Demon Formation—Annihilate!” the old woman cried, activating the formation beneath them. It had already trapped Uncle Fifteen earlier, now glowing with divine glyphs.
“Pfft! You call this a Subdue-Demon Formation?” The Divine Stone fell from Shi Hao’s hair, filled with disdain, transforming into a streak of lightning.
“Crack! Crack!”
The sound of crunching echoed continuously as it devoured the formation’s treasures, treating them like mere snacks. To it, a formation of this level was nothing special.
Seeing this, the old woman trembled with rage, her killing intent intensifying.
“You’re so naive, revealing your true form before us. Even if you escape this time, there will be no place for you in the Heavens henceforth. The great sects will not let you live!” the elder in the purple robe sneered coldly.
Suddenly, his expression stiffened, sensing an unusual sound, a chill creeping through his pores.
“And if I kill you all, who will leak the secret?” Shi Hao said calmly, yet with an icy edge.
The old woman, about to strike, froze in horror, quickly glancing toward the void.
Everyone became alert, gazing at the sky—and then their scalps prickled. Beneath the night sky, countless golden-armored beetles swarmed, an endless sea.
There were so many, like golden rain pouring down in torrents, covering the entire area.
Golden-armored Beetles—creatures known to devour stone and metal, capable of consuming and dissolving any hard substance, let alone flesh and blood.
These were ancient, strange insects that thrived in swarms. Once they ascended to divinity, they could instill fear in heaven itself, capable of annihilating entire sects in an instant.
Fortunately, there were no divine beings among the swarm above. But even so, the sheer number was enough to send chills down their spines. Such a massive horde could slay even gods!
Earlier, Shi Hao had been patient, waiting for the right moment while sending the Royal Butterfly to summon various insect swarms, luring them here for a decisive assault.
He had deliberately delayed, waiting for this terrifying reinforcement—the turning point had arrived!
In that moment, reactions varied. The elder in the purple robe acted decisively, rushing toward Shi Hao, aiming to seize the leader first.
The old woman, however, quickly retreated into the distance, while the other six Sovereigns panicked, fleeing in terror.
BOOM!
As Shi Hao and Uncle Fifteen leapt backward, the ground erupted. Countless Earthworm Silkworms surged forth like waves.
They spat out crystalline threads, weaving a massive net accompanied by blinding lightning, blocking the elder in purple.
“What in the—?!”
Such creatures—Earthworm Silkworms fused with the earth, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, their divine might shaking the heavens. These beings always lived in herds of hundreds of thousands, making them terrifying.
The elder in purple turned and fled—he had no desire to die.
“Ah—!”
A scream echoed from the distant sky as the old woman was struck down, her body torn and bleeding, cracks spreading across her form.
“Heavens! That’s a Silver Butterfly?!” the other Sovereigns cried, all retreating.
In the distance, tens of thousands of butterflies flapped their wings, glowing silver, shimmering like falling stars. Moving in unison, their glyphs merged into a single, devastating strike that had nearly killed the old woman.
The creatures of Demon Island were monstrously strong, all commanding lightning. And swarming races were even more terrifying—even without a god among them, they could sweep across a region.
Their glyphs could stack, merging together into an unimaginable divine force!
Uncle Fifteen laughed heartily. The rapid reversal of fortune surprised even him, reuniting with his eldest grandson in joy and unexpected delight.
As for the elder in purple, the old woman, and the six Sovereigns, their faces turned pale as snow, realizing the dire peril they were now in.
Above the sky, a Royal Butterfly fluttered down, landing in Shi Hao’s hair—it was the true Insect Emperor!
“Kill!” the elder in purple roared, unleashing his divine treasures in a desperate attempt to break through.
However, an infinite swarm of Golden-armored Beetles above flapped their wings, producing a deafening metallic screech. Countless golden lights and lightning bolts rained down.
The endless swarm of Golden-armored Beetles merged their glyphs into a tidal wave, sweeping forth to suppress the wounded elder, tearing his body apart in an instant, leaving only his head.
“Ahhh—!” The old woman screamed as, from the other side, the Silver Butterflies flapped their wings, releasing dazzling glyphs that shattered her lower body into pieces.
The insect swarm stretched endlessly—it was a catastrophe so great that even great sects would tread carefully, unable to remain calm.
Let alone these few individuals—even with two divine-fire experts among them, they were utterly insignificant, their bodies torn apart in the blink of an eye.
Their faces turned pale as snow, trapped in a desperate situation.
“My true battle in the Heavens will not begin with you,” Shi Hao said calmly, sending a wave of fury and shock through the group. It was clearly an insult, a sign of contempt.
They were being humiliated.
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