Chapter 841: The Hot Pot Feast

Six Supreme Experts Fall!

A golden-maned bull with golden blood, a crimson scorpion with nine severed tails, a radiant dragon-sparrow shimmering with five-colored divine light, a three-eyed beast pierced through the brow, a mighty white lion…

These powerhouses had revealed their true forms—some as massive as small mountains, others with beaks gleaming like blades, their blood flowing like rivers, holy radiance rising from their fallen bodies. The scene was terrifying.

Such formidable experts, unmatched in strength, had been slaughtered in droves. Anyone who witnessed this would tremble in fear, for these were supreme beings of the Primordial Generation.

Amidst the colossal corpses and golden blood, a lone youth stood, gripping a great halberd, its blade tilted forward, his expression cold and merciless, his killing intent shattering the clouds.

Two more experts attempted to flee, but they were already marked for death. One was intercepted by Luo Dao and Lan Yichen, while the other was pinned under Shi Hao’s piercing gaze.

“They’re going to wipe them all out, not letting a single one escape,” Louis muttered, his hair standing on end as he retreated to the farthest edge. He had never witnessed such a horrifying scene.

The sight of the corpses and golden blood made his heart and soul quiver—this was far too terrifying!

These were Primordial Generation experts! Under normal circumstances, seeing even eight of them gathered together was rare, let alone a battlefield strewn with their corpses.

Yet, in the battle of Silver Grind Mountain, one man had single-handedly slain six. If word of this spread, it would shake Radiant City to its core and cause an uproar!

“Do you… truly intend to annihilate us all?” the silver-haired man murmured, his eyes flickering as silver runes wove across his skin. He forced his tone to remain calm as he addressed Shi Hao.

“Whoosh!”

A streak of light flashed—Shi Hao had hurled the Divine Striking Stone straight for the man’s brow.

“Ahhh—!” A shrill scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed through the air, vanishing in an instant as the stone reached its target.

The silver-haired man countered with a treasure technique, only to realize he couldn’t evade the stone—it was too fast, relentless until it struck its mark.

“Clang!”

The Divine Striking Stone shattered a hidden escape talisman the man had secretly activated, dashing his hopes of fleeing.

The formation sealing the area had weakened the talisman’s power, preventing it from tearing through space. Now, with it destroyed, his last chance to escape was gone.

“Still thinking of running?” Shi Hao charged forward, halberd in hand.

There was no suspense. The Void Halberd gleamed, distorting space and splitting it apart with cracks. No matter how strong the silver-haired man was, he couldn’t withstand this.

“Thud!”

His body split into four or five pieces, collapsing to the ground in a pool of blood—his true form revealed as a silver mastiff.

At the same time, sword energy surged in another direction. The young man wreathed in purple mist brandished his enchanted blade, desperate to break free, but Luo Dao’s long hair severed his path.

Alone, he stood no chance. As he frantically unleashed sword energy, Shi Hao arrived, sweeping out a leg like a dragon’s tail—the Golden Serpent Leg technique he had mastered in the Yuan Heaven Secret Realm.

In that instant, dragons and serpents seemed to rise and clash, crushing the air ahead. The sword energy scattered, and the strike landed on the man’s body.

With a cry, his body was severed in two. The Golden Serpent Leg was like a divine whip, a blade capable of slaying immortals.

A purple raptor lay on the ground, its feathers forged of violet gold, radiant yet broken.

“A Violetgold Crane—a rare divine avian of the ancient era,” Luo Dao remarked in surprise. This species was uncommon, yet each was formidable, their beaks sharp enough to pierce any foe.

But against Shi Hao—against the Desolate One—its beak had been shattered, its body split in two.

“The Violetgold Crane is recorded in ancient texts—its flesh is exquisite, second only to phoenixes among avian species,” Shi Hao commented.

The others could only stare in silence.

If not for his cold eyes and the aura of a demonic god, they might have doubted whether this man truly possessed such terrifying power.

“Alright, time to clean up. Louis, find a water source and wash these properly. We need to replenish ourselves—that fight took a lot out of me. I’m starving,” Shi Hao said, stowing his halberd and inspecting the spoils.

Lan Yichen approached, his expression complex. Neither he nor Luo Dao had ever truly intended to follow Shi Hao—only the “Seed Array” embedded in their bodies forced their cooperation.

But now, his gaze had changed. Shi Hao had come to their rescue, slaughtering foes with unmatched ferocity. It left both him and Luo Dao shaken.

Outside, at the edge of the Forbidden Zone, the gathered sects watched in stunned silence.

Eight supreme experts—Primordial Generation powerhouses—had fallen in battle.

For a long time, no one spoke. If Shi Hao continued to grow, just how strong would he become?

“Has he already stepped into the ranks of the Ancient Freaks?” someone murmured.

Many minds were in turmoil. Those with grudges against Shi Hao glared with icy hatred, wishing they could enter the Ancient Immortal Realm and cut him down before he grew stronger.

Others, having just watched their own clan’s Primordial Generation experts perish, felt their vision darken with grief. The loss was too great.

“He has reached the pinnacle of the Divine Flame Realm. There’s no further path for cultivators at this stage—it is complete,” an elder sighed, stating the truth.

“Perhaps someone can still tread that road—a brilliance that illuminates the ages, forging an unparalleled great path,” an ancient snow-white tortoise spoke.

Its words drew attention—this was one of the oldest beings in the Upper Realm, its shell gleaming with life energy.

“Impossible. That path is sealed. None can walk it now—at least not in this era,” an ancient Hound Beast growled, a titan from the distant past.

“Even in the Immortal Ancient Era, when the world was rich with opportunity, only a handful could take that step. Now, the world has changed—it cannot be done,” another added.

This speaker shocked many—it was the ancient ancestor of the Gluttony Clan, a being who devoured stars and had slain countless supreme experts in the ancient wars.

The number of sect masters it had consumed was beyond counting.

“There’s no need for secrecy. Those who have entered the Ancient Immortal Realm are beyond interference. This era will see a few take that step—you all know this,” a voice echoed from a violet-gold chariot wreathed in chaotic energy.

This was a member of the current imperial clan, speaking openly.

Those unaware of the truth were stunned, their gazes turning toward the most powerful ancient sects—the Divine Temple, Dragon Palace, Sword Valley—all of which had Ancient Freaks among their ranks.

“Indeed, all the accumulated resources of our sects have been poured into them, hoping to recreate the glory of the Immortal Ancient’s strongest,” someone admitted.

The crowd was shaken. The thought of someone treading that path sent chills down their spines.

“Perhaps only one or two will succeed. Even with the rarest treasures of the Immortal Ancient Era, the path is fraught with peril.”

“That sapling of the Ten Crown King—could it be the same one from the Immortal Ancient Era? To think it still exists in this world!” someone marveled.

These words, if fully understood, would send tremors through the Three Thousand Provinces!

“The true fear is that halfway down that path, they might be struck down by forces unseen,” another worried, his face shadowed.

Suddenly, someone observing the stone tablets frowned, while the Netherworld Clan’s members turned livid with rage.

In the Radiant Realm, at Silver Grind Mountain—

Shi Hao kicked aside the corpse of a Netherworld woman. “This clan is the most useless—ruins my appetite.”

That single kick had the Netherworld Clan gnashing their teeth in fury.

But they weren’t the only ones. The Ancient Python Bull Clan, the Fire Scorpion Clan, the White Lion Clan, and the Dragon-Sparrow Clan all burned with hatred, their eyes bloodshot.

Because beneath Silver Grind Mountain, something unbearable was unfolding.

Louis had indeed found a clear spring, bubbling up from the foot of the mountain—a spiritual spring, sweet and fragrant.

Part of the formation had been dismantled, revealing the spring.

Shi Hao personally hauled over the pile of prey, instructing Luo Dao and the others to gut, skin, and clean them.

“These are all treasures—great tonics. A single bite is worth days of hard cultivation. Today, we feast!” Shi Hao grinned, genuinely pleased as he directed the preparation of the “ingredients.”

Louis nearly fainted. Never had he seen such prey—these were Primordial Generation experts! Normally, he’d flee at the sight of one. Now, a pile awaited his knife.

“Mother of heavens…” His hands trembled, his entire body uneasy.

Even in death, these beings exuded an oppressive aura. Each had been the strongest youth of their province.

Now, they lay slaughtered, ready to be eaten!

As the hides were stripped and feathers plucked, the divine beasts and birds gleamed by the spiritual spring. Shi Hao was satisfied—this was a bountiful harvest.

“Should we braise, steam, or roast them?” He scratched his chin, pondering.

Outside, many vomited blood, some roaring at the sky in fury.

“With so many… let’s have hot pot,” Shi Hao finally decided.

A cauldron was set up, Luo Dao conjuring flames to boil the spiritual spring. Shi Hao, Louis, and the others began tossing in the meat.

“Fatty beef—perfect for hot pot,” Shi Hao remarked, eyeing the golden-maned bull’s carcass, its flesh rich with essence, glowing like gold.

Soon, he produced an array of seasonings and sealed jars of fine wine.

Slicing the golden bull into thin strips, he invited the others to dig in.

“Delicious! This mutated bull’s golden blood truly is something—each bite feels like a divine fruit, making my body light as air,” Shi Hao praised.

The aroma of meat filled the air, golden light blazing.

This was extravagance beyond even sect masters—who would dare eat a Primordial Generation expert?

Yet Shi Hao relished every bite, his eyes crinkling in delight.

Louis, initially hesitant, soon forgot his fears as the golden bull’s meat melted in his mouth, its potency surging through him.

Three pieces in, golden light seeped from his pores. He felt weightless, intoxicated without even drinking.

“Careful with the fire scorpion meat—don’t let the tail’s venom into the pot, or we’re all dead,” Shi Hao warned.