The golden-haired man’s gaze burned like a torch as he strode forward—was this a warning? To him, it was an outright threat and provocation!
“Are you speaking to me?” he asked indifferently, his footsteps firm and forceful as he advanced. His body radiated golden light, his blood energy surging like molten gold, exuding an oppressive aura. A mocking smirk curled his lips, cold and aloof, as he looked down at Shi Hao with disdain.
“You may see it that way,” Shi Hao replied.
The golden-haired man stood amidst flames, golden symbols appearing across his body. His smile deepened, yet it carried a chilling mockery. “So arrogant. I predict an early death for you—you won’t survive today.”
“At your age, dying would hardly be considered premature,” Shi Hao countered.
“Hah! Kill me? Boasting before me? I’ll send you to your grave!” the golden-haired man declared, unleashing divine power in an instant. Glyphs wove together, turning the void golden-yellow, as if an ocean surged within this realm, violently rising and falling.
Shi Hao, tall and composed, appeared serene and handsome, his eyes bright, his teeth white, his smile radiant. Yet now, he fixed the man with a piercing gaze, responding with action.
He formed a fist seal and launched the first strike!
In an instant, he transformed from tranquil to domineering, his blood energy swirling like true dragons coiling around his body, radiating outward like a god or demon dancing across the nine heavens.
High above in the sky, the golden-haired man sneered. “I’ve traversed countless lands, and since my debut, I’ve only slain prodigies. I hope killing you won’t stain my hands today.”
The implication was clear—he belittled Shi Hao, implying he barely warranted his attention.
“Come then, if you’re eager to die!” Shi Hao replied succinctly, ready for battle. He sought to establish his might, to slay a progeny, thus Awe all who watched.
High in the sky, the golden-haired man stepped forward, moving at unimaginable speed. A golden afterimage remained as he lifted his foot, aiming directly at Shi Hao’s crown.
A thunderous boom echoed through the air as he descended, golden glyphs boiling like crashing waves through the void, violently impacting the space around him.
What arrogance—his foot fell straight toward Shi Hao’s skull, not just a display of confidence, but a blatant insult.
Attacking so brazenly from the start was a clear act of contempt, a demonstration of his Overbearing, seeking to crush a progeny beneath his foot and display his supreme might.
“Die!”
Shi Hao roared, his wild hair whipping about as he shifted from stillness to motion, his aura completely transformed. Like a reawakened god or demon, his eyes burned with piercing intensity, his blood energy surging like rolling tides.
His right fist blazed with brilliance as he struck upward toward the heavens, as if a blazing sun had erupted, unleashing boundless glyphs soaring into the sky, all aimed at the golden-haired man.
Daring to act so arrogantly, to trample toward him like this—he had ignited Shi Hao’s fury. His counterattack was fierce, aiming to shatter that descending foot.
“Boom!”
The collision erupted, radiant light scattering like rain, the sky filled with countless symbols, dense and thick—an ancient treasure art clash, a confrontation of divine abilities.
Indeed, the golden-haired man was formidable. His foot bore such might that it could shake the heavens and earth, reducing mountains to dust and splitting the ground.
Such a full-force strike aimed at one’s skull was unimaginably fierce—should it land, the flesh would explode into crimson mist.
“Dong!”
Shi Hao surged upward, fist seal clenched, breaking through the glyphs, preparing for a decisive strike.
“Break!”
High above, the foot radiated golden glyphs, unparalleled in brilliance, forming a starry chart beneath it, as if a fragment of the cosmos descended to suppress Shi Hao.
This man was arrogant for a reason—he was indeed powerful, capable of slaughtering the geniuses of mighty races.
Shi Hao’s gaze deepened, his fist seal unchanged, yet within it, multiple profound principles had already emerged— Incomplete Arcane Art like the Ancient Vermilion Bird’s Four Strikes and the True Phoenix’s Flight. Yet through the Primordial True Interpretation, these incomplete arts were transformed into marvels.
Simultaneously, he activated the Kunpeng’s True Power, merging it all into one devastating punch—unstoppable, indestructible!
Even from afar, the observers could feel the Overbearing and terror of this fist, shaking the void, distorting the surrounding space, threatening to shatter it.
And all of this was hidden within lightning glyphs. Shi Hao’s fist radiated with electric light, erupting in dazzling brilliance, shaking the entire world.
This shocked the onlookers, particularly those like Flash, who could confirm—this opponent possessed hidden techniques; this was merely the surface!
“Boom!”
With a thunderous roar, the lightning-wreathed fist pierced the star chart, tearing it like a scroll, igniting it in brilliant arcs of lightning.
This was Shi Hao’s overwhelming strike—his fist like a rainbow, defying the heavens, finally colliding with that descending foot.
“Pop!”
Blood sprayed, the sound of bones cracking echoed. The foot descending toward Shi Hao’s head cracked, its glyphs dimming, nearly severed.
At the same time, Shi Hao transformed his fist into a claw, gripping the ankle with a resounding “Crack!” and yanking downward.
With just this one motion, the section below the ankle could no longer withstand—it shattered rapidly, revealing gleaming bone fragments and blood—an appalling sight.
The crowd was stunned—had this youth already succeeded so quickly?
Shi Hao pulled down with all his might. “Pop!” Blood dyed the void red as the ankle detached, the foot severed—completely cut off!
Gasps of shock erupted from the crowd!
The area was now filled with swirling mists and glyphs, becoming hazy and indistinct.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Shi Hao sensed something amiss. He hadn’t heard a scream, and the surroundings had blurred—this was not the sign of a decisive victory.
“Pop!”
Finally, he noticed—the severed foot had transformed into a vine segment, the supposed blood now golden sap, not flesh and blood.
“A vine?”
“Who is this person? Golden Cicada Shell Shedding—this isn’t his true body?”
The spectators were astonished, focusing their attention to locate the golden-haired man.
Silently, four golden vines emerged from the mist and radiance, wrapping around Shi Hao’s limbs—eerie and terrifying—then radiating boundless golden light.
“Rend him!”
From a distance, the golden-haired man’s cold voice rang out. His body was obscured, only his glowing eyes visible through the mist, exuding a chilling gleam. He sought to tear Shi Hao’s limbs apart.
“Break!” Shi Hao roared, expanding his Hidden Realm, suppressing the vines entwining his limbs. Their glowing glyphs quickly dimmed. With a mighty struggle, several crisp sounds rang out, like metal or stone snapping.
The four golden vines snapped, and from afar, the golden-haired man let out a muffled groan.
Shi Hao’s eyes flickered as he stared ahead. The Huojin Clan’s Golden Vine had not acted—so who was this person, capable of controlling such vines?
The mist dissipated, revealing the golden-haired man standing tall, golden flames dancing around him. His expression was cold, his hands forming seals, exuding an even more formidable aura.
“I understand now—he’s the divine heir of the Solar Divine Vine Temple, named Jin Lie!” someone exclaimed, recognizing his identity.
This revelation shocked the crowd, followed by a chill of fear. That was an undeniably terrifying place, home to the Solar Divine Vines. The might of their young elites was unquestionable!
Shi Hao had once seen a Solar Divine Vine elder descend, only to be severed by Willow God and retreat to the upper realms. He never expected to encounter another of their kind.
He admitted—Jin Lie had every reason to be arrogant. He was indeed formidable!
“Since my birth, I have never known defeat. Today, you’ve made me taste a minor setback,” Jin Lie murmured, his gaze flaring brighter, spewing flames.
The next moment, vines sprouted densely around him, rapidly growing, filling the void—ancient golden vines, accompanied by raging Daoic flames.
“The Supreme Treasure Art of the Solar Divine Flame Clan—the Divine Vine Daoic Flame!” someone whispered.
Many others exchanged glances, watching closely as the flames indeed burned terrifyingly, warping the void, while the endless vines shimmered with glyphs, forming a deadly formation.
The Divine Vine Daoic Flame engulfed the sky, encircling Shi Hao, pressing him toward the center.
“Let your myriad techniques come—I shall remain unmoved!” Shi Hao muttered inwardly, expanding his Hidden Realm to shield himself, gazing coldly at Jin Lie.
“Ah?”
All were astonished—the terrifying Daoic flame approached Shi Hao’s radiant shield, yet dimmed, its destructive power sharply reduced.
And those golden vines that pierced inward withered, their glyphs fading, showing signs of being erased.
“What a terrifying field!”
“Is this… a Hidden Realm?”
The crowd was shocked. Even among progenies, they were confident, yet now they revealed expressions of alarm.
Jin Lie was startled—his attack had been blocked. He poured more energy into his treasure art, accelerating the Daoic flames and golden vines into the hazy holy light.
At the same time, he raised his hand, unleashing a special vine—black as crystal, not golden, radiating dark luster. It pierced directly into Shi Hao’s sole Hidden Realm.
Shi Hao reached out, gripping it tightly. Instantly, he felt a sharp pain—his palm bled.
“That… is Jin Lie’s pride among his generation. It’s said to be a unique vine unlike his kin, a glyph-formed gift bestowed by Heaven itself,” someone explained.
In an instant, Shi Hao erupted, activating the Primordial True Interpretation. Accompanied by the resonance of myriad bone glyphs, ordinary techniques contained supreme might. He poured all his strength into destroying this black vine.
“Crack!”
The tip of the black vine snapped. Jin Lie cried out in alarm, retreating rapidly, his expression darkening.
This vine was impervious, capable of destroying treasures and devouring essence. He had never failed—yet today, he was wounded.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao advanced, his Hidden Realm radiating light, shielding him like a blazing furnace, pressing forward, shattering the Divine Vine Daoic Flame entirely.
He threw a punch, aiming to kill Jin Lie.
“Very well. Since you are so formidable, I shall not hesitate to kill you and send you to your grave,” Jin Lie declared, his voice calm and cold.
He swiftly opened a peculiar stone box, ancient and ornate, engraved with countless creatures. Instantly, mist seeped from the box, and a piece of yellow clay, the size of a baby’s fist, flew out, hurtling toward Shi Hao.
“Hmm?”
Not only Shi Hao felt a chill, but even the observing progenies shuddered, and several Divine Flame-level beings hastily retreated, their hairs standing on end.
This yellow clay was inexplicably sinister, emitting faint light and a trace of mist, exuding an aura of annihilation that chilled the soul.
“It’s that yellow clay!”
Everyone recalled an old legend. Once, a Grandmaster entered the depths of an uninhabited wasteland, accidentally stepping on a piece of yellow clay. It emitted a faint glow and reduced the venerable Grandmaster to bloody sludge.
Later, it was said that the Solar Divine Vine Temple’s patriarch arrived, unable to find the yellow clay. He discovered a patch of moist soil instead, carefully collecting and refining it.
The soil refined by the Solar Divine Vine Temple bore some characteristics of the yellow clay, and after verification, it proved terrifyingly dangerous.
Clearly, the Temple’s patriarch had bestowed this “yellow clay” upon this descendant, allowing him to bring it into the secret realm—it was practically cheating, capable of annihilating anyone!
In this fleeting moment, Shi Hao overheard their whispers, his heart pounding. No wonder Jin Lie was so arrogant—possessing such a trump card!
He quickly retreated, yet the yellow clay approached rapidly.
Dodge as he might, he couldn’t escape it—the clay was too bizarre, relentlessly pursuing him, growing increasingly perilous.
At the critical moment, Shi Hao retrieved his Alchemy Furnace. This furnace was mysterious, and within it lay something extraordinary—soil from the Immortal Graveyard.
As the furnace lid lifted, strangely, the yellow clay immediately sank into it, settling at the bottom, entwining with the Immortal Graveyard soil, then falling silent.
The crowd watched in stunned disbelief—the yellow clay was gone? Although not the true terrifying clay, it still carried some of its properties!
“Your life is mine!” Shi Hao roared, charging at Jin Lie.
The outcome of this battle was now certain. Jin Lie was formidable, yet no match for Shi Hao. Without the yellow clay, he had no more trump cards, nor any means of escape.
“Boom!”
Battle after battle raged, golden flames reaching the heavens, glyphs filling the sky. Golden leaves and vines continuously snapped and fell.
“Crash!”
Finally, Shi Hao leaped into the air, his foot slamming down onto Jin Lie’s skull—returning the favor with interest.
“Crack!”
Jin Lie screamed in pain, his skull cracking, nearly shattered.
Then, Shi Hao descended like lightning, his palm slicing across Jin Lie’s neck. A severed head flew sideways.
A progeny had been slain—shock rippled through the crowd!
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