“A toad lusting after phoenix meat—why don’t you go cool off somewhere else?” Shi Hao taunted, standing on the barren ground, his eyes disdainfully glancing at the group of powerhouses in the sky.
He carried one of Yun Xi’s earrings, which, in a way, signified a close bond between them—especially since the earring held immense significance for the Heavenly Clan.
The middle-aged powerhouse from the War Clan remained unfazed, disdaining to argue. After all, his clan had once been revered as the War Emperor Clan, the noblest bloodline in the Upper Realm.
The young genius of the War Clan, his gaze sinister, sneered, “What are you? The Heavenly Clan and the War Clan once shook the Three Thousand Provinces, hailed as Emperor and Imperial Clans, revered by all. Who are you to meddle?”
The blood-soaked battlefield was desolate, littered with broken weapons and skeletal remains, shrouded in eerie mist, appearing both terrifying and mysterious.
A cold smirk curled Shi Hao’s lips as he mocked, “I may be nothing, but a so-called genius of the War Emperor Clan like you is nothing more than a clay chicken and a straw dog in my eyes.”
The War Clan youth’s eyes blazed with divine light, the purple markings on his forehead shifting, glowing crimson as killing intent surged.
“A true powerhouse has a will of iron, unshaken by trivial matters. There’s no need for anger—just kill him,” the middle-aged War Clan expert said coldly.
“Yes!” The youth nodded, regaining his composure, his gaze now icy and murderous as he stared at Shi Hao.
“Big words. I’m standing right here, waiting for you to come kill me,” Shi Hao said, looking down on both the middle-aged man and the young genius, deliberately provoking them.
“Seeking death!” The middle-aged man spat out those words, raising a jade-like hand to strike downward.
Shi Hao and Yun Xi dodged in unison, evading the attack.
“So much for your ‘will of iron’ and ‘unshakable resolve.’ All talk, no action,” Shi Hao jeered.
Then, he pointed at the Hundred Beasts Mercenary Corps and added, “You flock of birds, come at me together! I’ll stew you all in one pot!”
In the sky, the fierce avian creatures shrieked, their wings radiant, many wreathed in divine flames. Their cold eyes locked onto him.
“He’s already a dead man. Ignore him—we’ll cut him down soon,” the War Clan elder said, then turned to Yun Xi. She was the primary target—capturing her alive and forcing her into the War Clan would be far more valuable than killing her.
The young War Clan genius smirked. “The Heavenly Clan once ruled the world, glorious in its time. Marry into our War Clan, and we’ll send invitations to your clan’s elders. What do you say?”
The two clans were bitter enemies. This would be a crushing blow to the Heavenly Clan, not only destroying their hope of revival but also seizing the Heaven Mandate Stone for themselves.
Yun Xi’s beautiful face turned icy with fury. To her, this was an insult, a slap to the entire Heavenly Clan. How could she endure such humiliation?
“Help me,” she whispered.
Shi Hao nodded. “Don’t worry.”
Though only at the Noble King Realm, his confidence was unwavering. His bright smile calmed her, filling her with a sense of security.
“Since you won’t make the first move, I’ll kill you myself,” Shi Hao said, motioning for Yun Xi to step back as he ascended into the sky, step by step.
“You’re far too arrogant,” not only the two War Clan experts but even the Hundred Beasts Mercenary Corps could no longer hold back.
Instead of retreating to clear the battlefield, the divine birds remained, coldly watching him, ready to strike at any moment.
Shi Hao grinned, closing in on the strongest among them—the War Clan elder and the leader of the mercenaries, the Golden Crow, who stood together on the latter’s back.
“Hahaha!” He laughed. At this distance, he could strike. In the next instant, his body erupted with radiant runes as he charged forward.
“Foolish little dog,” the War Clan elder sneered, though he remained wary of any hidden tricks.
But he believed strength decided all. Without any divine artifacts, Shi Hao’s suicidal charge would only end one way.
**Boom!**
He struck out with a palm, runes surging like tides, his hand transforming into a miniature world meant to engulf and crush Shi Hao.
**Huh?**
Suddenly, he sensed something wrong. The dazzling runes didn’t harm the youth—instead, Shi Hao charged straight through, unimpeded.
**Divine abilities—useless!**
His palm’s runes dimmed, the miniature world collapsing as Shi Hao’s fist smashed toward him.
In an instant, fist met palm—blood sprayed high!
Shi Hao’s punch was his full power, his peak strike—blending the Kun Peng Art, the Reincarnation Treasure Technique, and the Thunder Emperor’s Divine Ability into one devastating blow.
Others might not recognize it, but that didn’t lessen its lethality. The War Clan elder screamed as his hand cracked, then shattered completely, blood mist dispersing.
No one expected this—a War Clan Divine Flame Realm expert’s arm disintegrated before their eyes, flesh and bone crumbling away.
“Ah—!”
He roared, stumbling back in shock. A force of reincarnation corroded him, eroding his vitality, aging his body from within.
Yet, as a deity, his defenses held—his exterior remained unchanged.
“No!” he bellowed.
A surge of thunderforce ravaged his organs—the second deadly rune at work.
“You—!” He gasped as a third rune manifested—a Kun Peng rampaging inside him.
In that moment, he recalled the legends—the lost Kun Peng Art, seized by a youth in the Lower Realm.
But before he could speak, the final blow arrived.
Shi Hao erupted, his fist like a falling star, his hair wild, eyes blazing like suns.
**Physical combat—this was his true strength now!**
Though the War Clan elder was a deity, his magic ineffective, he could still defend internally against the three techniques.
**Realm decided everything.**
But Shi Hao’s body shattered that balance. His fists rained down like a supreme emperor’s, each strike drawing blood.
The War Clan elder’s runes were useless against Shi Hao’s flesh, dissolving on contact.
This was pure, brutal melee—no other choice.
Trembling, the elder realized his divine body was weaker. With one arm already gone, he was truly helpless.
Silent, Shi Hao struck like a god-king, relentless, until both of the elder’s arms were pulp.
**Thud!**
Finally, his fist pierced the elder’s chest—blood gushed high, a gruesome bloom—before a violent shake tore the body apart.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
“Kill him!”
The surrounding beasts roared, unleashing their runes to annihilate Shi Hao.
“Uncle!” The War Clan youth screamed in horror.
**Bang!**
Shi Hao’s foot lashed out, crushing the elder’s skull—brain matter and blood splattering.
Too fast. No one expected a deity to fall to a Noble King in an instant.
Golden flames erupted as the Golden Crow, leader of the mercenaries, screeched, its wings blazing with runes, intent on reducing Shi Hao to ash.
But it miscalculated—its runes failed, its magic dissipating harmlessly.
The same happened with the other beasts’ attacks.
“Time’s running out,” Shi Hao thought urgently. His magic immunity wouldn’t last.
**Boom!**
He stomped down with all his might, crushing the Golden Crow’s spine like a mountain.
“Ah—!”
The Golden Crow shrieked, a bloody hole torn through its back.
Shi Hao roared, his pores bleeding as he pushed his limits, aiming for a swift end.
**Crack!**
In a flash, he wrenched the Golden Crow’s head clean off—blood fountained high.
The beasts froze in shock. Their leader, a century-old Divine Flame expert, decapitated in seconds.
The Golden Crow—a mighty race, its techniques peerless—had fallen like this.
Before they could react, Shi Hao dashed toward the Firecloud Sparrow, the deputy leader.
“You—!”
The sparrow, wreathed in crimson flames, trembled. Its leader was dead—could it stand against this demonic youth?
Hesitation cost it dearly. Shi Hao was already upon it.
“No!” The War Clan youth on its back screamed in terror.
Shi Hao’s hand seized his throat, immune to magic, and soared away like a Roc, avoiding the sparrow—his time was up.
Diving earthward, he struck down several Noble King-ranked beasts mid-flight, their brows pierced by lightning—the Thunder Emperor’s peerless technique.
Yun Xi watched, stunned. This youth moved like a god of war, cutting through deities with ease. Her heart raced—he was breathtaking.
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