Anyone who witnessed this outcome would feel their heart tremble. Such a formidable group of warriors marching forward—this was clearly the ultimate manifestation of treasure spells, all converging to kill Shi Hao.
A single one of these beings could already stand unrivaled, dominating their generation. How could one possibly withstand four of them together?
Black mist surged forth, engulfing the ancient paths, filling the area with an icy, murderous aura. The four supreme experts advanced step by step, their auras overwhelming.
They revealed their true forms—no longer clad in bronze armor as before, but now adorned in feathered robes or tattered iron plates riddled with holes, each appearing vividly lifelike.
Their eyes gleamed with intelligence, no longer dull and rigid. With every blink, astonishing brilliance flickered within their pupils, as though they still harbored life.
This sent a chill down everyone’s spine—the situation was dire.
Qing Yi, Cao Yusheng, and the little rabbit were deeply worried, yet they could offer no assistance. They could only retreat and watch the battle unfold.
Shi Hao did not draw any weapon. He stood bare-handed, knowing full well that this was a contest of treasure spells and physical prowess—external tools would be useless. If he were to wield a weapon, it would likely be shattered instantly.
The four approaching warriors were extraordinary, each terrifying beyond measure.
Yet no matter how formidable his enemies, Shi Hao had to fight. This battle determined his ultimate breakthrough—if he succeeded, he would emerge like a butterfly from its cocoon, ascending to the pinnacle of kingship.
If he failed, he would perish, erased from existence. This was a life-and-death struggle, a battle that would define his future glory. There was no retreat—he had to steel his resolve.
**”Annihilation!”**
Shi Hao roared, taking the initiative. He leaped into the air, delivering a devastating strike. Behind him, massive Kun Peng wings unfurled—golden feathers streaked with black patterns, blotting out the sky.
He unleashed the Kun Peng’s profound mysteries to their utmost, shaking the heavens and splitting the void as he swept toward the four supreme experts.
**”You dare challenge me with my own Kun Peng technique?”**
To everyone’s horror, the man with black Kun Peng wings actually spoke, his eyes gleaming with terrifying brilliance.
**”Does he possess intelligence? Is he a complete being, not controlled by some mysterious force?”** The Divine Striking Stone shrieked in shock from the rear.
**”Kill!”**
Unfazed, Shi Hao’s Kun Peng feathers erupted with countless radiant runes, streaking forward like meteors from beyond the heavens, crashing toward the four warriors.
**”Break!”**
The black-winged man bellowed, his own obsidian feathers surging forth, colliding violently with Shi Hao’s golden wings.
**”Boom!”**
The impact was cataclysmic, as though the heavens had collapsed. Their massive wings shattered like falling feathers, blood spraying in all directions.
The void itself ruptured, unleashing a deafening roar.
Simultaneously, the other three warriors struck—lightning, reincarnation, and the Hand of Heaven descended like exploding suns.
The battlefield became a dazzling spectacle, yet its beauty was suffused with dread. Endless spatial fissures spiderwebbed outward, enough to make any peer tremble in fear.
At this level, their sheer physical power warped the void, tearing it apart—such transcendence defied comprehension.
A massive palm—the Hand of Heaven—slammed toward Shi Hao’s chest, rumbling like thunder.
**”Bang!”**
A radiant glow erupted from Shi Hao’s body, forming a colossal hand that clashed against it. A blinding white light, akin to an immortal’s descent, exploded outward—this was the pinnacle of combat.
**”Thunder!”**
A single word, and the lightning-wreathed figure charged forth, summoning endless tribulation clouds to smite Shi Hao.
**”Crack!”**
Shi Hao’s body blazed with light, unleashing a tempest of lightning from his Kun Peng wings, surging toward his foe.
The void detonated, arcs of electricity filling every inch of space.
Then, an aura of time itself encroached—the power of reincarnation. The enemy’s face shifted endlessly, from elder to child and back again, a horrifying sight.
Faced with such a treasure spell, Shi Hao had no choice but to meet it head-on, though he remained cautious, ensuring not a single trace of it touched him. With a thunderous roar, reincarnation runes erupted, colliding violently with the radiant onslaught.
The battlefield erupted into chaos.
From the very first exchange, the battle had escalated to an extreme, shaking all who witnessed it.
In the blink of an eye, the five combatants clashed repeatedly, their strikes deafening, their killing intent drowning the land. This was a battle beyond the comprehension of their peers—terrifying, world-shaking.
This was no duel between mere Divine Flame cultivators—it far surpassed the limits of power at that level.
Their speed defied reason, leaving only afterimages in their wake. Their sheer velocity warped space itself, as though even time had been distorted.
**”You are not living beings—you are the ultimate manifestations of four profound mysteries. What kind of consciousness has attached itself to you?”** Shi Hao was both shocked and suspicious—this defied all logic.
His keen intuition told him these were not true living beings, no matter how lifelike they appeared.
**”Am I trapped in an illusion, fighting myself?”** A chilling thought struck him—perhaps he was battling the ultimate mysteries he himself had comprehended. In that instant, he seemed to glimpse the truth.
Was this the so-called “ominous and eerie”?
**”Boom!”**
A palm strike—the Hand of Heaven—landed on Shi Hao. Had it been anyone else, their body would have exploded into bloody pulp.
But Shi Hao, as a wielder of this very technique, knew its terror intimately. He summoned the Heavenly Tribulation Light from his back, forming a palm to block desperately.
**”Pfft!”**
Blood sprayed as Shi Hao’s back was wounded, his mouth coughing up crimson.
At the same time, the Thunder Emperor’s secret art manifested—countless lightning bolts intertwined, forming a sea of stars like a cosmic ocean, engulfing him entirely.
Shi Hao was struck again, his body crackling with electricity.
**”Whatever you are—be annihilated!”** He roared, casting aside all doubts and focusing entirely on the battle.
The fight was too intense. Shi Hao faced four opponents, each no weaker than him. In the realm of treasure spells, they had reached absolute perfection—unparalleled.
They clashed relentlessly, weaving through the battlefield. Yet it must be said—Shi Hao, having ignited three thousand paths of flame, had grown exponentially stronger.
More importantly, his comprehension of the Dao and his vision of the path ahead had matured immensely. His Dao intent permeated the air, runes filling the sky.
Though their strength was comparable, his understanding of the Dao and the world surpassed theirs, allowing him to hold his own against four.
After all, despite their might, these four had their own flaws—they lacked the depth of enlightenment he had undergone.
The battle raged on. Shi Hao bled repeatedly—though mighty, being surrounded left him in peril.
**”Seal—release!”**
Shi Hao bellowed. Within him, his Supreme Blood boiled as he unleashed an innate secret technique to suppress the four warriors.
The Hand of Heaven intertwined with reincarnation, and a third, mysterious rune merged into the fray—this was his trump card, his ultimate reliance. He had observed it, understood it, and sealed it away.
He had not used this power when igniting his three thousand flames.
And indeed, because he had sealed it, his enemies had not displayed this profound mystery either. Now, as he unleashed it, the void split apart, divine radiance enveloping the world.
**”Pfft!”**
The Kun Peng-winged warrior was sent flying, his body ruptured by the devastating strike.
**”Ssshh!”**
The reincarnation-wielder’s head was severed by a slash of holy light, blood gushing forth.
**”All shall be suppressed!”** Shi Hao roared, charging forward to eradicate all traces of the ominous and eerie.
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