The Young Demon King—Huang—has returned!
Everyone was stunned. It was too fast—merely two hours had passed, and he had already reappeared. Those who had previously attacked him felt their hearts skip a beat, a deep unease settling in.
After all, he had even taken down the heir of the Immortal Palace, proving his combat prowess beyond doubt.
Lightning Child, Black Orchid, Taotie, Scorpion—all the beings present flickered with divine radiance, their gazes sharp. The reappearance of this formidable enemy instantly heightened the tension.
“Come here and die!” Shi Hao pointed at a First-Generation expert ahead while scanning the area for his grandfather, the Great Demonic God. His greatest concern was for him.
Yet, after searching, he found no trace of the Fifteenth Master. His heart sank.
“Kill him! He’s just one man—how strong can he be?” someone shouted, urging the others to join forces and eliminate Shi Hao, this scourge.
Shi Hao’s body glowed, his gaze icy as he stared them down, ready to erupt at any moment.
“Hao’er, you’re back!” At that moment, the Fifteenth Master’s voice reached him through a secret transmission, filled with joy.
Shi Hao turned and saw his grandfather climbing up from the other side of the golden platform, covered in blood and grievously wounded. His body bore scorch marks from lightning and a vine piercing through his flesh, blood still flowing.
There were other injuries as well—his condition was dire.
Shi Hao’s eyes reddened. In his absence, the Great Demonic God had endured a brutal battle, targeted by many and left severely wounded.
The charred flesh was clearly the work of Lightning Child, while the vine impaling his body—drenching half of him in blood—was unmistakably Black Orchid’s doing.
Shi Hao’s brows furrowed, his gaze terrifying. Seeing his grandfather bleeding, he could not tolerate this!
“Kill!”
Shi Hao struck first, targeting one of the First-Generation experts, determined to make an example and intimidate the rest.
“Not good!” Black Orchid gasped, retreating swiftly.
Clad in black, her figure was graceful, her beauty ethereal—like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley. Yet moments ago, she had ruthlessly attacked the Fifteenth Master alongside others, leaving that vine embedded in the Great Demonic God’s body.
Shi Hao locked onto her. She had struck when he was at his most vulnerable—retribution was inevitable. And now, she had joined in besieging his grandfather.
“Whoosh!”
Dark light flashed as she retreated hundreds of feet to the edge of the golden platform. But Shi Hao pursued, riding lightning, faster than her.
Boom!
Simple and direct—Shi Hao threw a punch. His battered armor glowed, amplifying his might. With his overwhelming mana, who in the same realm could oppose him?
“You—!”
Black Orchid’s expression changed. Her lithe body swayed like bamboo in a storm, evading the lightning and dispersing the attack.
“Shing!”
In an instant, Shi Hao blurred, his body flattening like paper. The sound of a sword rang through the heavens as countless runes in his blood transformed into tiny blades, altering his entire aura.
Now, he was like an immortal sword—his very flesh flattened into a blade, diving toward her at blinding speed.
This was a technique he had mastered in the Spirit Transformation Realm—a divine ability allowing him to morph into a cauldron, a bell, or a sword, peerless in might.
A human-shaped blade, cleaving the void, slashing toward her!
Black Orchid let out a piercing cry. Though a woman, her combat prowess was terrifying. Shedding her serene demeanor, she became frenzied, like a madwoman.
Her hair whipped wildly, elongating into countless orchid vines, rigid as black spears.
“Clang!”
Sparks flew as his sword-like body clashed against the black spears, streaks of radiant light flashing.
One by one, the spears were severed, reverting to broken orchid vines littering the ground. The black-clad woman retreated swiftly.
Her expression shifted as she glanced at the others. “Will none of you act?”
Some were still struggling with the cyan bone scripture on the mat, while others watched the unfolding battle—the situation was complex.
“Whoosh!”
Sure enough, someone struck at Shi Hao.
“Those who stand in my way—die!” Shi Hao roared, revealing his true form and expanding his sole Heavenly Passage, his gaze frigid.
He lunged again at Black Orchid, his body blazing like a furnace—his blood infused with such runes.
Now, he seemed to merge with his Heavenly Passage, becoming a divine furnace, unleashing terrifying power.
“Not good!”
Black Orchid paled. The scorching light enveloped her plant-like body, threatening to ignite her.
She spat out a wave of black runes, transforming into a watery marsh, while countless orchids sprouted in the air, aiming to root into Shi Hao’s flesh.
Plant-based attacks were bizarre—a single misstep could spell doom.
But Shi Hao was unfazed. With a thunderous roar, his blood energy surged, his runes blazing brighter. His body solidified into a golden furnace, incinerating the heavens.
“Ah—!” Black Orchid screamed.
The orchids in the air withered to ash. Though her true form remained unharmed, she was now in grave peril.
“Kill!”
Shi Hao erupted, his sole Heavenly Passage expanding, merging with the divine furnace to trap her.
Black Orchid struggled desperately, transforming into a black divine orchid, spewing dense mist and terrifying dark light to resist.
“Impressive!” Shi Hao acknowledged inwardly.
But it wasn’t enough. His Heavenly Passage suppressed her, rendering her immobile.
Then—a blinding light erupted from the orchid’s core. A sinister flower bloomed, revealing a gleaming silver sword that slashed out!
“Shing!”
The blade was razor-sharp, slicing through the void and grazing Shi Hao’s body, drawing blood.
A world-shaking strike!
This was Black Orchid’s innate treasure technique—a secret sword nurtured within her bloom, capable of slaying foes in an instant.
The sword was terrifying, inscribed with unique runes that drew upon heaven and earth’s essence, resonating with the world.
Shi Hao suffered for it—the entire sky seemed to press down, slowing him just enough for the blade to draw blood.
Yet, that was all. Shi Hao sidestepped, his hands glowing—one with the power of Samsara, the other with Kunpeng—and caught the sword.
“Break!”
With a snap, the silver sword shattered in his grip, its runes exploding in a dazzling burst.
All were stunned. How immense must the power in those hands be?
Black Orchid wailed. Her trump card, her strongest technique, had been crushed by bare hands.
Had she known these were the Kunpeng Art and Shi Hao’s innate techniques, she might not have despaired so.
“Boom!”
His Heavenly Passage sealed shut, trapping her. Without her sword, she was like a crippled genius, powerless.
“Thud!”
Shi Hao struck, killing her. In her place lay a bisected black orchid, exuding medicinal fragrance and radiant light.
Having died once before, her life talisman was useless. Shi Hao collected her remains—her efficacy rivaled that of rare holy herbs.
In mere moments, a First-Generation expert had fallen!
“Seize the inheritance first. We’ll deal with the rest later.” A childish voice rang out—the snow-white rabbit, her crimson eyes gleaming as she and Cao Yusheng beckoned Shi Hao.
“Hao’er, claim the treasure technique first!” the Great Demonic God urged silently. The cyan bone scripture lay ahead, many grappling for it but only gaining fragments.
The scripture glowed—touch it, and you’d receive insight.
In the past two hours, the Lantern Bearer, the Witch, and Scorpion had gained the most, each having held the scripture multiple times.
“Good!”
Shi Hao strode forward, wielding his grandfather’s alchemy furnace, cutting down all in his path.
The Lantern Bearer was digesting his gains, having touched the scripture and stepped aside to meditate, offering no resistance.
Others blocked the way—especially several deities, their divine flames blazing menacingly.
“Kill!” The chubby one was ferocious. His Third Killing Array unleashed peerless force, forcing even deities to retreat.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao spared no thought for fairness. He tilted the furnace, unleashing a celestial river to scatter the crowd, charging ahead.
With their combined might, the quartet broke through, each touching the scripture as radiant runes erupted.
“Hmm?”
Instantly, Shi Hao’s eyes lit up. A stream of runes flowed into him, imprinting a secret art—**Shrinking the Earth to an Inch**!
A priceless technique—a supreme speed art rivaling the Kunpeng Method, crafted by humans, perfectly suited to him.
He realized the cyan bone held more than one treasure technique. As the legacy of the Primal Chaos Supreme, how could it be limited?
The Lunar Jade Rabbit, the Fifteenth Master, and Cao Yusheng also gained insights, each acquiring divine abilities.
The runes burned into Shi Hao’s mind—**Shrinking the Earth to an Inch** wasn’t just for speed; it could also be an offensive art.
Next, Shi Hao withdrew, attempting to lift the mat and retrieve the golden page beneath.
Yet, like the bone, it was immovable, rooted firmly.
“Troubling…” Shi Hao frowned.
“Focus on comprehension first!” the rabbit chided, delighted with her newfound technique.
With a sigh, Shi Hao touched the bone again. This time, progress was slower—having gained one technique, the bone resisted.
“Boom!”
Enemies attacked, unwilling to let them monopolize the scripture.
Shi Hao fought one-handed, his other palm on the bone.
“Ah, another!” His heart leaped as a dragon imprint surfaced—**Dragon Claw**, a legendary strike from the True Dragon Art, though incomplete.
The runes seared into his mind. Shi Hao reveled in his gains but couldn’t linger—the onslaught was relentless.
He withdrew, letting the others continue while he engaged the enemy.
“Hum!”
As he tilted the furnace, the golden page beneath the mat glowed faintly, resonating.
Shi Hao’s spirits soared. Perhaps channeling immortal thunder could draw it out.
But first—battle. A monstrous beast lunged, its maw devouring runes and refining divine light.
Taotie—one of history’s most fearsome species!
“Shing!”
Shi Hao struck, applying the newly learned **Dragon Claw**. A phantom claw materialized, slashing at Taotie.
“Bang!”
Taotie recoiled, its maw failing to consume the attack.
After dozens of exchanges, Taotie grew fearful—Shi Hao’s strikes grew stronger with each repetition.
“Thud!”
Soon, blood sprayed as the claw tore through Taotie’s hide, mangling its shoulder.
Eventually, the quartet was forced back—too many enemies to hold their ground.
Shi Hao didn’t rush for the golden page. Instead, he reveled in battle, pursuing Taotie relentlessly.
The crowd realized—provoke the Young Demon King, and he’d hunt you to the ends of the earth.
“Thud!”
Taotie fell. Within Shi Hao’s Heavenly Passage, a **Samsara Fist** struck first, followed by a **Dragon Claw**, tearing it apart in a shower of gore.
“Your turn—perish!” Shi Hao turned to Lightning Child.
The onlookers gasped. He wasn’t bluffing—those who’d wronged him would face retribution.
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