With a deafening roar, the Heavenly God staggered back, clutching his severed arm as crimson blood gushed forth, staining half his body in red.
His gaze was sharp as a blade, fixed on Shi Hao. Such a devastating wound was not just a defeat—it was humiliation.
Silence reigned across the battlefield.
The onlookers felt as if a flood had surged through their hearts, unable to calm themselves. A youth like this was rare even in ancient times—unbelievably powerful!
“Ancestor!” A group rushed forward, shielding the Heavenly God in their midst.
Cultivators from several sects were shaken, their faces pale. Today, they had suffered disgrace, unable to subdue a mere youth.
For countless years, their sects had stood above the world, overlooking all beneath them. Who would dare provoke them? Let alone be utterly crushed by a single person.
Yet today, a young man had struck with such dominance that they were left powerless!
**Thud!**
Footsteps echoed as two figures strode forward side by side—also Heavenly Gods, their gazes icy as they locked onto Shi Hao, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the wounded Heavenly God.
Shi Hao laughed, his spirit soaring, then cast them a look of disdain—a display of arrogance and contempt, as if they were beneath his notice.
The surrounding experts erupted in fury, their faces flushed with rage. They felt the sting of humiliation—how dare a mere youth look at them like this?
Countless spectators watched, shaken by the scene.
“Sin… If he does not die today, he will surely reach the pinnacle one day,” someone murmured, referring to Shi Hao as “Sin”—for that was the word he had inscribed upon the ancient altar of the Supreme.
“A new generation rises to replace the old. A Supreme is destined to emerge. A pity our disciples do not know… May they not provoke him once they enter the Immortal Ancient.”
…
Hearing the murmurs and whispers, the faces of the ancient sects darkened further.
It was clear—everyone believed they had suffered an irreparable loss today. And yet, they were from the most prestigious sects!
“Sin-blooded wretch!” a True God bellowed. “You act with such arrogance—do you seek to challenge our sects? Shall we settle this with a life-and-death battle in the future?”
It was both a threat and intimidation, meant to force Shi Hao to back down. After all, who would dare oppose several mighty sects alone?
“You’re right. I *will* visit each of you one day,” Shi Hao replied.
“Insolent fool!” the True God spat, realizing his words had no effect—the youth would not retreat.
“Say that again,” Shi Hao said coldly, staring at him.
The True God burned with fury. Since when could a mere youth—a mere *Venerable*—threaten a True God, especially in the presence of Heavenly Gods?
“I said you—” he began, glaring as he repeated his words.
But before he could finish, golden lotuses bloomed in the void, sweeping toward him with scorching flames and radiant light.
“You dare?!” many roared.
Even the three Heavenly Gods turned frigid. Such audacity—to attempt killing a True God right before them, as if they were nothing!
The three moved to block him.
“Why wouldn’t I? Three *trash*—get out of my way!” Shi Hao bellowed, his body wreathed in blazing light, dazzling and overwhelming.
With those domineering words, he cut down all in his path, charging straight toward the three Heavenly Gods.
The crowd gasped in shock. As for the three Heavenly Gods themselves? They were livid. Did this youth just call them *trash*? Unthinkable!
For countless years since their ascension to Heavenly Godhood, they had been revered by all. Who would dare speak to them like this?
**Splat!**
Blood sprayed as Shi Hao leaped into the air, his feet unleashing thunderous lightning upon landing. Some Venerables screamed, their bodies charred or outright exploding into mist.
He moved as if through an empty field!
This sight struck deep into the hearts of all who witnessed it. *This* was what true invincibility looked like—a youth embodying it fully.
Veteran cultivators from various sects felt their throats go dry. How many years had it been since they had seen such a fearless young warrior? They, too, had once been young and full of fire—now, it was as if they had been transported back to those days.
A youth, calling Heavenly Gods *trash*, slaughtering experts like dogs—shocking everyone near the Supreme Altar!
“Ah—!”
The cultivators of the ancient sects joined forces to block his assault. The three Heavenly Gods, enraged, unleashed their full divine might—even the one missing an arm, his eyes icy, summoned his strongest treasures.
**Swoosh!**
Shi Hao twisted through the air like a true dragon, sweeping over the heads of many. With a single kick, divine light erupted, striking down like a dragon’s tail. A group coughed blood, sent flying before exploding midair.
Such tyranny left everyone stunned!
“Those who stand in my way—die!”
From his fingertips, strands of white light emerged—holy yet fierce, serene yet containing devastating power.
**Heaven’s Calamity Light!**
The three Heavenly Gods shuddered. Their treasures dimmed, sent flying, while the light itself crushed their chests, forcing blood from their lips.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao descended like a dragon, sending a wave of experts coughing blood—some dead, others grievously wounded, flung aside.
Even the three Heavenly Gods were forced back, unable to stop him.
“You—!” The True God who had spoken earlier paled.
**Splat!**
Shi Hao’s palm descended, white light flooding the area. The man evaporated—into blood mist, into dust, into light.
Slaying his foe amidst a thousand enemies—none could stop him!
With a hum, Shi Hao spun, one foot stomping toward a Heavenly God’s face, one hand slamming toward another’s skull—his true targets.
One Heavenly God roared, summoning a scroll—a forbidden artifact that would disintegrate upon use, but with boundless power.
He hoped it could bypass the Spirit Realm’s suppression and annihilate Shi Hao.
Shi Hao sensed the anomaly but remained unshaken. With a shout, sacred light erupted from his body, blindingly white. A mark glowed in his palm, and from it, a hazy hand emerged—faint, incomplete, yet radiating terrifying pressure.
**Heaven’s Hand!**
**Bang!**
The scroll was pierced before it could ignite, its energy scattered.
“Ah—!”
The Heavenly God at the forefront was struck, half his body torn apart, blood spraying wildly.
**Swoosh!**
Shi Hao flicked a Soul-Severing Needle toward him—a killing strike.
**Splat!**
It struck true. The Heavenly God’s face twisted in horror.
With a metallic clang, he severed his own shoulder with a blade-like hand, then fled at top speed.
A Heavenly God—retreating!
This sent shockwaves through the battlefield. The remaining forces, seeing this, lost all morale and scattered in panic.
“Kill!”
Shi Hao gave chase, striking down all in his path.
**Dong—!**
But then, a bell tolled from the Supreme Altar. The trial had ended. Hundreds of thousands of Venerables were expelled—the battle was over.
Shi Hao sighed in regret, feeling an immense force pulling him away.
With one final strike, he lashed out at a Heavenly God. The incomplete Heaven’s Hand struck, forcing the man to cough blood, his body mangled.
Worse—another Soul-Severing Needle was hidden within the blow.
**Splat!**
This time, it flew straight for the head, embedding itself deep. The Heavenly God screamed, his eyes filled with terror.
“What?! A Heavenly God was hit by a Soul-Severing Needle?!”
“Heavens… Will a Heavenly God fall today?!”
Chaos erupted. All three Heavenly Gods had been grievously wounded, their blood staining the Spirit Realm. One might even perish!
The spectators erupted into uproar, their hearts trembling.
**Swoosh!**
Shi Hao vanished, expelled from the Spirit Realm alongside the other Venerables.
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**Sin Province, Grand Dao Arena.**
Light shimmered as figures were ejected—over seventy thousand Venerables, leaving only ten thousand victors.
Those who left wore expressions of bitterness and despair, vanishing into the crowd.
Yet, amidst their disappointment, a strange light gleamed in their eyes—all searching the arena for one figure.
Everyone knew—something monumental had happened.
“Sin” had not only set a record, claiming the Supreme Nectar from the altar’s peak—he had slaughtered the disciples of several sects, even their deities!
Moments later, the spectators returned, the space flooding with countless cultivators—chaos ensued.
“Was the Heavenly God struck by the needle from Fire Cloud Cave or the Demon Dragon Sect?”
“Unbelievable… A trial, and yet a Heavenly God might die?”
The clamor was deafening. No one cared about the ten thousand victors—all eyes sought the Heavenly God.
This was an unprecedented storm!
Never before had a Spirit Realm trial escalated into a battle with Heavenly Gods—let alone the potential death of one.
Finally, the crowd located the ancient sects. Their members were in disarray, some collapsed, unmoving.
Shi Hao’s Soul-Severing Needles had claimed more than just one True God.
“Heavens! Ancestor, wake up!” someone wailed.
A Heavenly God from the Demon Dragon Sect lay on the ground, blood trickling from his lips, his face deathly pale—lifeless.
The other two Heavenly Gods trembled, their spirits severely wounded upon returning from the Spirit Realm.
“Seize him! Do not let him leave!” someone roared, staring into the arena.
“That youth cannot enter the Immortal Ancient! We forbid it!” a Heavenly God from Fire Cloud Cave declared, stepping to the arena’s edge.
The crowd erupted.
Everyone knew what had transpired—the ancient sects were using their influence to prevent the Sin-blooded youth from leaving, seeking to capture and execute him here.
All eyes turned to the arena, finally spotting the youth.
“Hahahaha!” Shi Hao laughed, rising to his full height. The nearby Venerables scrambled back in fear.
His demeanor was unrestrained as he gazed beyond the arena, locking onto the ancient sects. “How tyrannical—daring to break even these rules. But can you even enter?”
“Open!” A Heavenly God struck at the arena’s barrier, only to be repelled by sacred light.
The ancient formation was impenetrable, ensuring fairness. No outsider could breach it.
The sects, for all their might, had never anticipated this. Breaking the formation now would take far too long.
“Who *are* you?!” a Heavenly God demanded.
“Who am I?” Shi Hao scanned the crowd but ultimately smirked. “Enter the Immortal Ancient, and you’ll know.”
The two Heavenly Gods clenched their fists. This youth’s identity was clearly extraordinary—perhaps more than one.
“Ancestor, wake up!” someone cried, shaking the needle-struck Heavenly God.
This was no ordinary weapon—it was a forbidden artifact Shi Hao had claimed from a deadly trap.
“Our sects have Chosen Ones! Ancient freaks! They *will* kill you in the Immortal Ancient!” a deity roared, hatred blazing in his eyes.
“Oh?” Shi Hao chuckled. “Thank you for the warning. I’ll be sure to hunt them all down—rest assured.”
“You—!” The ancient sects trembled with rage, veins bulging on their foreheads—yet they could not enter.
**Dong—!**
A bell tolled. The formation activated, the arena blurring as the ten thousand victors were teleported into the untamed wilderness.
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