“Arrogant! To think one man dares challenge all of us! I refuse to believe such a being exists unless some ancient freak emerges from seclusion!” The Golden Ox roared, wounded yet undiminished in battle prowess as he charged forward.
With a stomp of his hooves, golden light erupted beneath him, forming rippling waves that surged toward Shi Hao at terrifying speed.
This was the war art of the Primordial Savage Oxen—merging with the earth, condensing its power into a devastating force capable of shattering foes outright.
The others, unwilling to hold back, unleashed their strongest techniques, determined to slay Shi Hao together.
“Shiing!”
A sword beam tore through the air, accompanied by a surge of violet qi from the east. The man wielding the sacred sword now gripped it with both hands, thrusting forward with lethal intent.
Shi Hao’s eyes flashed coldly as he stepped forward, golden lotuses blooming beneath his feet, dissolving the Savage Oxen’s war art and scattering the golden ripples.
At the same time, he raised his hand, fingers extended like a blade, directly clashing with the crystalline divine sword. His fingertip met the sword’s tip, erupting with divine radiance.
“What?!”
Everyone gasped in shock. Such audacity—to block a divine sword with bare fingers! His every movement exuded an air of invincibility.
“Shiing!”
Sword energy surged as the violet-clad swordsman intensified his assault, his blade gleaming with bone runes, growing ever more formidable.
Shi Hao’s fingers erupted with sword-light, manifesting blades of grass in the void—verdant, vibrant, brimming with life and divine mystery.
“Boom!”
A tremendous shockwave sent the divine sword reeling. The grass transformed into sword beams, sweeping outward in all directions, attacking everyone at once.
Roars filled the air as the group desperately defended themselves, realizing with growing dread just how monstrous this youth truly was.
At this point, Shi Hao’s every strike was fatal to those at the Divine Flame Realm. Only these eight peerless geniuses could stand against him together.
Anyone else would have been obliterated instantly.
“Die!”
The woman in crimson armor formed hand seals, summoning a flaming fan woven from runes, hurling it at Shi Hao.
“Pathetic.” Shi Hao sneered, having already seen and dismantled this treasure spell. With a single palm strike, he shattered it, sending flames billowing skyward.
“Shiing!”
Amid the blaze, a crimson stinger shot toward Shi Hao’s face, piercing his protective aura with terrifying speed.
A scorpion’s tail—hidden behind the woman—had struck with lethal precision, aimed straight for his vitals.
“Fire Scorpion Clan!” Louis gasped. A single scratch from that venom could slay even a True God, corroding the soul and damaging the very foundation of one’s Dao.
Luo Dao paled. The ambush was so sudden—he hadn’t even known the crimson-armored woman was of the Fire Scorpion Clan.
Shi Hao was startled but unshaken. Golden whirlpools materialized across his body, twisting space with terrifying force.
This was the Golden Vortex Ripple Art, derived from the Roc Clan. Now, having mastered the Kun Peng technique, its power had soared to unimaginable heights.
Not only could it devour external energies, but it could also grind any attack to nothingness.
“Clang!”
Under the expectant gazes of all, the fiery scorpion tail struck Shi Hao’s body—yet instead of flesh tearing, the sound of metal clashing rang out.
The sharpest, most unbreakable stinger was halted by the golden vortex, within which a tiny figure seemed to sit, chanting scriptures.
“Bang!”
The vortex clamped onto the tail, immobilizing it.
“What?! Attack now!” the crimson-armored woman shrieked. Never before had an opponent dared block her stinger.
The others wasted no time, launching assaults on Shi Hao.
Unfazed, Shi Hao intensified the vortex’s rotation, the Kun Peng technique’s profundity manifesting in overwhelming force. The scorpion tail twisted violently, on the verge of snapping.
“Ahhh—!” The woman screamed in agony. Her ambush had failed, and now she faced dismemberment.
A golden lightning spear materialized in Shi Hao’s grasp, slashing toward her.
The Fire Scorpion woman’s eyes gleamed with cold fury. She realized Shi Hao had deliberately spared her tail to close the distance for the kill.
With a desperate leap backward, she snapped her own tail, venom spraying toward Shi Hao in a ruthless counter.
“I underestimated your resolve.” Shi Hao remarked, his body glowing as the Golden Vortex Ripple Art deflected the poison.
“Tsk, what a waste. Even if she’s a peerless genius, she could’ve served tea at least.” The Divine Striking Stone sighed theatrically, aiming to demoralize their foes.
“Would you dare drink her tea? It’d poison you dead.” Shi Hao retorted. “If I were to take a follower, it’d be a true dragon among geniuses—not her.”
Enraged, the crimson-armored woman erupted, her hair whipping wildly as nine golden tails sprouted behind her, each razor-sharp.
“Nine-Tailed Fire Scorpion! Her innate treasure art!” Luo Dao gasped.
Shi Hao’s expression turned grave. Brute force he could handle, but such venom demanded caution.
“Kill!”
The eight attacked with everything they had.
As Shi Hao countered the golden tails, black mist churned behind him, reeking of decay.
The Netherworld woman swung her Death Scythe, splitting the void itself with a spatial rend aimed at his skull.
The battlefield darkened under the pall of death.
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao couldn’t ignore this. The scythe, forged from Void Beast bone, was terrifying—though not on par with the Void Halberd.
“Die!”
With a shout, Shi Hao exhaled a thunderbolt—Thunder Emperor’s treasure art, the bane of undead and Netherworld beings.
“Boom!”
The Netherworld woman recoiled, fearing the lightning’s purifying might.
“Thunder Emperor’s technique?!” she wondered aloud.
“Shi Hao… that name sounds familiar. Wasn’t he that youth from the lower realm who died?” someone suddenly recalled.
“Boom!”
Lightning erupted from Shi Hao’s body, sweeping outward as thunder stars descended from the void, their arcs electrifying the battlefield.
The silver-grinding mountain, being metallic, conducted the electricity, turning the area into a storm of devastation.
“Ah—!” Lan Yichen was blasted from hiding, gaping in shock.
The eight geniuses paled. This thunder was beyond comprehension.
The battle escalated, bone runes surging like tidal waves.
“Tri-Eye Sunder Heaven!”
The demonic man with a vertical eye on his forehead roared, his third eye glowing as space distorted around Shi Hao, attempting to tear him apart.
Lightning was siphoned into collapsing voids, vanishing into unknown dimensions.
“Incredible!” Luo Dao marveled.
Even Shi Hao nodded in acknowledgment. To forcibly open space with a single eye—this man’s power was extraordinary.
Dodging the attack, Shi Hao watched as the lightning was swallowed by the ruptured void.
The Tri-Eyed man, drained from the exertion, paled but gritted his teeth, firing beams from his forehead to encircle and annihilate Shi Hao.
The others seized the opportunity, coordinating their assaults.
“Enough!” Shi Hao bellowed, his body erupting with transcendent light—Supreme Heavenly Calamity Radiance, his first supreme bone’s innate divine ability.
The light, though capable of indiscriminate destruction, focused entirely on the Tri-Eyed man.
“No! I can’t hold on—protect me!” the man screamed.
“Boom!”
They had underestimated Shi Hao’s technique. The radiance pierced the man’s vital points, especially his third eye, which split open as the light blasted through his skull.
A peerless genius had fallen!
Silence.
Then—
“Hah! A Three-Eyed Beast, not even humanoid? Perfect!” Shi Hao’s grim expression turned jubilant as the corpse reverted to its true form.
“Thud!”
He kicked the beast’s body out of the battlefield, signaling Louis and Luo Dao to secure it.
“Fight! If we hold back now, we’re dead! This man defies all reason!”
“Boom!”
Lightning wreathed Shi Hao as he unleashed his full power, ready to slaughter.
“I confirm it—he is Huang! The one from the rumors!” the Netherworld woman declared.
“What?! Huang is Shi Hao?!”
“It is I. Today, I reclaim my name.” Shi Hao’s voice was ice.
“Kill!”
The Golden Ox reverted to his true form—a massive, golden-hued beast like a small mountain—charging at Shi Hao with earth-shaking force.
“Final chance. Will you be my mount?” Shi Hao demanded.
“Die!” The ox bellowed, the sound alone capable of slaughtering armies and collapsing space—the Savage Ox’s Roar.
“Ah—!” Shi Hao’s ears rang, his skull throbbing. This technique was formidable, nearly harming him.
With a roar of his own, Shi Hao countered the soundwave. “Fine. If not a mount, then hotpot beef it is!”
A lightning spear formed in his grasp, aimed at the ox’s heart.
Suddenly, another roar shook the world—the White Lion’s Lion’s Roar, even more devastating than the ox’s, perfectly synchronized to amplify the effect.
Shi Hao staggered, his spear dissipating as the nine golden scorpion tails nearly impaled him.
“Good, good. You’ve forced my hand. Now, the slaughter begins.”
Steadying himself, Shi Hao activated his sole Heavenly Passage, nullifying the sonic attacks.
His hair billowed as his gaze turned frigid—like a demon sovereign reborn.
“Clang!”
A golden lightning spear, radiant and indestructible, appeared in his hands as he lunged at the Golden Ox.
“Stop him!”
But Shi Hao, shielded by his Heavenly Passage, was unstoppable. Lightning repelled all as he closed in.
“Moo!”
The ox’s horns gleamed, firing blades to intercept him.
Yet Shi Hao shattered them effortlessly, driving his spear through the beast’s skull in a spray of blood and lightning.
The colossal body collapsed, lifeless.
The White Lion pounced from behind, claws like broadswords aiming for Shi Hao’s spine.
In a flash, Shi Hao whirled, invoking the Cycle Art. A sword of reincarnation formed in his grasp, slashing downward.
“No—!” The lion howled, feeling his vitality drain, aging rapidly under the sword’s power.
“Thud!”
The blade severed the lion’s head, blood fountaining high.
“Whoosh!”
A gale erupted as the Dragon Sparrow dove from above, wings like blades.
Shi Hao’s back sprouted Kun Peng wings as he shot upward, golden mist billowing with divine might.
“Boom!”
The sparrow’s wings snapped, blood raining down as it plummeted, headless and lifeless.
With several geniuses dead, the remaining foes wavered.
The Netherworld woman, wielding her Void Beast-bone scythe, attempted to flee through a spatial rift.
“Clang!”
Shi Hao pursued with the Void Halberd, cleaving through the darkness.
The scythe shattered, the halberd’s edge bisecting the woman in a spray of black blood.
“Run!”
The last three scattered in terror.
“Nowhere to hide!” Shi Hao intercepted the Fire Scorpion woman, halberd gleaming.
“Die!” she shrieked.
“Thud!”
Her nine tails were severed, venom splashing harmlessly aside before the halberd took her head.
Standing amidst the carnage, halberd in hand, hair wild like a demon king’s, Shi Hao’s gaze was lightning itself.
In the distance, Luo Dao and Lan Yichen trembled—awed, realizing that serving such a being was no disgrace at all.
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